Chapter 79: Does your uncle know my mother?
“Grandma——”
Jiang Qingzhou wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ye Zichen’s look.
Luo Qifeng is already unhappy. If she continues, she may make things worse.
Jiang Qingzhou also noticed that Luo Qifeng's face was not as soft as before, he pursed his lips and closed his mouth.
The scene once again became awkward.
After a while, Luo Qifeng felt that sitting like this was boring, so she invited Jiang Qingzhou to walk in his back garden. Jiang Qingzhou did not dare not agree and followed Luo Qifeng and others to the back garden.
As soon as he came out, he saw green and a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. The suffocation just now was swept away, and Jiang Qingzhou felt much lighter.
“Have you seen that sculpture?” Luo Qifeng asked Jiang Qingzhou, pointing to a small fountain spraying water in the middle of the grass.
The sculpture is very abstract and beautiful, like a person holding a love in his hand, and like a monster wandering on the grass basking in the sun.
Jiang Qingzhou nodded, "I saw it, it's very beautiful."
Luo Qifeng looked back at her, as if surprised that she had this reaction.
"This was designed and built by your mother."
Jiang Qingzhou was shocked, "My mother?"
"Yes, your mother, Gu Mengchan, a talented woman of a generation, I I really like her work. She spent a lot of time on this sculpture. It took a lot of effort and reference to geography, Feng Shui and other disciplines to design such an object for me. It’s strange to say it. Since I had this sculpture in my backyard, my health has improved a lot and I no longer do those crazy things at night. A terrible dream.”
Luo Qifeng talked naggingly, as if she was trapped in some old memories, making her feel distant and melancholy.
Jiang Qingzhou looked at the sculpture carefully again. She only knew that her mother was a famous painter, but she didn't know that she was also so creative in sculpture.
The key is that she has never seen her mother sculpture anything at home.
“In which year my mother carved this sculpture for you, I have no impression at all.”
“In which year...”
Luo Qifeng began to think about it again, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I'm old, I can't remember clearly."
Then he lowered his head and blamed himself, "I actually started to forget, started to forget..."
Her When the old servant saw her like this, he immediately walked to her and reminded her: "Miss Jiang is still here, old lady, please don't do this."
Luo Qifeng turned around and glanced at Jiang Qingzhou, and Jiang Qingzhou saw her There were tears in his cloudy eyes.
"People are like this when they get old, don't mind!" she said to Jiang Qingzhou.
Jiang Qingzhou smiled and said, "I can see that grandma is a temperamental person and feels it. Why would I mind such a thing?"
She just wondered why Luo Qifeng looked at her mother in advance. With tears in my eyes, is there any connection between them?
Luo Qifeng smiled and looked at the sculpture again.
"You can talk more than your mother. Your mother, although talented, is a person who cannot speak. She answers every question and never takes the initiative to say more. I used to scold her a lot. Two sticks can't beat a fart, hahaha... ...She has a good temper and doesn’t care about me. Anyone else would probably have sex with me already!”
Jiang Qingzhou frowned. Listening to Luo Qifeng’s words, her mother seemed to be very familiar with Luo Qifeng. But her mother never mentioned it in front of her.
"You and my mother..."
Jiang Qingzhou was about to ask a thorough question when Luo Qifeng suddenly changed his tone, "They are all old things, so don't mention them. Meijuan is windy, go back to the house Let's go!"
Then the servants around her were busy moving places for her, and the words Jiang Qingzhou wanted to ask were drowned in the noise.
Not long after returning, Jiang Qingzhou was told that Luo Qifeng was feeling unwell. Today's meeting was over and she was asked to come back that day.
Jiang Qingzhou looked confused. She didn't even say what she wanted to say. Why did it end so quickly?
She found Ye Zichen, pulled him to a place where no one was around, lowered her voice and asked, "Is your grandma angry with me?" "No. She is like this all the time. She feels uncomfortable every now and then. She is still fine today, with you." We talked for a while. "
"What about our affairs?"
Ye. Zichen pondered for a moment, "I don't think we can succeed today. Grandma is very sad now. She has been crying since she returned to the house. My parents are guarding her, fearing that I won't be able to get around to see you for a while. You... I'm sorry, I'm afraid your trip today will be in vain."
Jiang Qingzhou became more and more curious, "Why is your grandma crying?"
Ye Zichen thought for a while and looked around to make sure there was no one, then whispered to Jiang Qingzhou.
“Actually, my father was not an only child. My grandmother had two sons, and the other one was my uncle. My uncle fell ill and died young, and my grandmother suffered from mental illness since then. I guess I was like this because I saw something and reminded me of my uncle."
Jiang Qingzhou nodded as if he had some understanding, and then asked, "Does your uncle know my mother?"
Zi Chen was startled for a moment and shook his head blankly, "I don't know about that. Uncle's name is a forbidden word in my family. I rarely hear anyone mention him, and few people mention him. ."
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant came out of the inner hall, "Master, you are here, please let me find it easily. The old lady has something to say to you, and asked you to go to her room. ”
When Ye Zichen heard this, he said to Jiang Qingzhou: "Qingzhou, please sit in the living room for a while. I'll come back when I go."
"I won't sit down. It's getting late. It's time to have dinner, and I should go back. Come on, go and do your work!”
“You haven’t stayed here to eat. Are you leaving again? "
"No, the old lady suddenly feels unwell. I see that you are all very busy, so I won't cause any trouble. Come on, I'm leaving."
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Jiang Qingzhou glared at him, "What's the relationship between the two of us? Why are you so polite to me? I'm fine. Go see grandma!"
"Okay, then be careful on the road and call me when you get home. "
"Yes. "
Jiang Qingzhou said goodbye to Ye Zichen and walked to the parking lot based on his memory, thinking that Bo Muhan was still waiting for her here. When he got closer, he found that there was no one in the car. people.
Just when she was about to call him, a young maid ran over to her and said, "Ms. Jiang is looking for Mr. Bo. Mr. Bo is smoking in the lounge. I will call him over for you right now." ! ”
Jiang Qingzhou frowned slightly, smoking? Bo Muhan doesn't usually smoke!
"Then go ahead and call him. Just tell him that I am going home and ask him to come over quickly!"
"Okay."
The maid has just arrived and is anxious. She expressed herself and went happily when she heard someone assigned her a job.
About five or six minutes later, Bo Muhan walked over from behind a row of fences entangled with flowers. He was tall and had long legs. He walked up to Jiang Qingzhou in a few steps.
As expected, Jiang Qingzhou smelled a faint smell of tobacco on his body.
She looked him up and down and asked calmly: "Is Butler Han worried about anything recently?"
"No."
As Bo Muhan spoke, he helped her open it. Jiang Qingzhou glanced at him at the back seat door and sat in.
The car started slowly, the wheels ran over a piece of green grass, leaving a faint trace on the ground, and soon left Ye's house.
"I will definitely pay back the money. Butler Han, don't worry too much!" Jiang Qingzhou said to Bo Muhan while looking out the window.
What makes him so worried is probably money. After all, the 30 million is his entire net worth.
Bo Muhan glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said calmly: "You are overthinking, there is no need to worry!"
(End of this chapter)
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