Chapter 335 I heard that he immigrated
After school, Lao Zhou came to pick up Jiang Qingzhou.
In order to keep a low profile, Jiang Qingzhou asked Lao Zhou to park the car far away from the school when he went out.
Unexpectedly, as Jiang Qingzhou opened the car door and was about to get in the car, he was looked at by today's transfer student.
“Private car transfer, grand enough!”
Chu Yuan rode a cool mountain bike, coupled with his brand-name clothing, attracting many passing students.
Jiang Qingzhou glanced at his limited edition mountain bike and curled his lips: "You are quite impressive!"
Chu Yuan's eyes lit up, "You know this bike? ?”
“What, is this car very rare? Is it strange that I know it?”
After saying that, Jiang Qingzhou ignored Chu Yuan, got in the car, and drove away.
Chu Yuan curled his lips, kicked his feet, and followed.
A few minutes later, through the perspective mirror, Jiang Qingzhou found Chu Yuan following his car, pulled his lips and smiled, and said to Lao Zhou: "Speed up!"
Lao Zhou stepped on He stepped on the accelerator and shifted the car into a gear.
After a while, Chu Yuan was far behind, and Jiang Qingzhou showed a proud smile on his face.
“Childish!”
Then open the book and review your homework.
When we got home, Wu's mother had already prepared dinner. Jiang Qingzhou washed his hands and sat on the dining table. He picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat when Xiao Yuan beside him gently pulled Jiang Qingzhou and whispered.
"Miss, let me tell you something. When I came from the back garden just now, I saw Captain Zhang crying!"
Jiang Qingzhou reacted calmly and took a piece. Put the steamed sea bass into your mouth.
"Why is a grown man crying? He is heartbroken?"
"It seems to be because of Butler Han."
Jiang Qingzhou still didn't react much, "Bo Muhan doesn't want him anymore?"
"Butler Han has gone abroad!" Xiao Yuan said weakly.
"If you go abroad, just go abroad. It's not like he has never been abroad before. What's there to cry about?"
"I won't come back after going abroad. This time I will settle down!"
Jiang Qingzhou was startled, then turned to look at Xiao Yuan, "Immigrated?"
"Yes, immigrated!"
No, absolutely not!
If Bo Muhan immigrated abroad, it would be difficult for her to seek revenge from him.
Jiang Qingzhou put his chopsticks on the table and said, "Call Zhang Yi over. I have something to ask him!"
"Hey!"
A few minutes later, Xiao Yuan called Zhang Yi over from the back garden.
Zhang Yi looked very unhappy, his head drooped, and his whole body was garbled.
“Have you eaten?” Jiang Qingzhou asked him.
Zhang Yi sniffed and said angrily, "No!"
Jiang Qingzhou pointed to the seat opposite, "Let's sit down and eat together."
Zhang Yi raised his head, his expression a little flattered.
In this house, the only one who can eat at the same table with Jiang Qingzhou is Bo Muhan, not even Lao Zhou, let alone an unpopular roughneck like him.
Although it is now a civilized society, the superiority of the Jiang family is obvious. This is a rule set by Jiang Ruhai when he was still alive.
Seeing Zhang Yi's hesitation, Jiang Qingzhou said again, "Sit down!"
Zhang Yi glanced at Xiao Yuan next to him, and Xiao Yuan said with a smile: "You can sit down if the eldest lady asks you to, and there are no outsiders around, so no one will say anything about you!"
Zhang Yi is in Jiang Sit down opposite Qingzhou.
Madoka quickly served him a piece of tableware.
"I heard that you were crying secretly in the back garden just now. Why?" Jiang Qingzhou said straight to the point.
Zhang Yi stared, "Who is crying?!"
"Whoever is talking behind your back is talking nonsense!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yuan quickly retreated.
"Don't care who said it, just tell me if it's true?" "No!" Zhang Yi firmly refused to admit it.
When a grown man cries, what has he become if word spreads? Does he still need his face?
Jiang Qingzhou used serving chopsticks to put some vegetables on his plate.
"Forget it if you don't admit it. Let me ask you again, did Bo Muhan immigrate abroad?"
"How do you know?" Zhang Yi blurted out.
Jiang Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, it turned out to be true, Bo Muhan had really immigrated.
“Which country to immigrate to?”
Zhang Yi frowned, "Why are you asking this? Haven't you two already drawn a clear line and there is no relationship?"
"If there is no relationship, I can't care about him. After all, he works in our Jiang family. After so many years!”
Zhang Yi gave a sarcastic smile.
In his opinion, Jiang Qingzhou was just paying New Year greetings to the chicken, and he had no good intentions!
"Don't worry, Ahan is fine now! As long as you don't disturb him, he will always be fine!"
Zhang Yi picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all, stood up and said to Jiang Qingzhou: "If you want to get something out of me, there's no way!"
Then he stormed off.
Jiang Qingzhou holds his forehead, Zhang Yi’s bad temper is really worrying!
In order to find out the truth of the matter, after dinner, Jiang Qingzhou said hello to Lao Zhou and drove to the community where Bo Muhan lived.
She has never been to this community before and heard Bo Yan mention it twice, otherwise she wouldn’t even know where Bo Muhan lives.
The car drove into the parking space of the community and Jiang Qingzhou got out of the car.
It was already dark, and the street lights in the community were on softly.
Jiang Qingzhou raised his head and glanced at the towering residential buildings, and had to admire Bo Muhan's vision for buying a house.
The transportation here is developed, and the medical, educational and shopping facilities are complete. Although it is in the bustling area of the city center, it is quiet and quiet. It does not feel noisy at all at night. Apart from being expensive, there are no other problems.
The house here was bought in the name of Bo Yan. If he bought the house by himself, it would definitely be a higher level than here.
At this time, Jiang Qingzhou discovered that Bo Muhan seemed to be really not short of money.
His personal assets may be more than she imagined.
Based on memory, Jiang Qingzhou went up to the floor where Bo Muhan's house was located. There were two households on one staircase, and she wandered between the east and west households.
Actually, she doesn’t necessarily need to see Bo Muhan, she just wants to know if he has really immigrated.
She was thinking about how to get the information she wanted without knocking on the door, when the elevator made a sharp ding and an old couple walked out of the elevator.
"Miss, did you go to the wrong door?" the woman said weakly.
Jiang Qingzhou turned around, pointed to the door beside him and asked, "Is this your home?"
The woman glanced at her wife and nodded.
“Who are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for... a friend, I’m sorry, I seem to have really gone to the wrong door!”
With that said, Jiang Qingzhou immediately stepped aside and walked toward the opposite door.
The old couple did not open the door immediately and went in, but watched Jiang Qingzhou's next move.
Jiang Qingzhou had no choice but to ring the doorbell opposite.
She had already thought about it. If the person who opened the door was Bo Yan or Bo Muhan, she would lie and say that she had company matters to contact Bo Muhan. Anyway, Bo Muhan had handled many things and could pick out any one. Say a few words.
Seeing Jiang Qingzhou ring the doorbell, the old couple opened the fingerprint lock on their door and entered the house.
"Click!" The door opened by Jiang Qingzhou.
The person who opened the door was not Bo Muhan or Bo Yan, but a seven or eight-year-old little girl.
"Sister, who are you looking for?" the little girl asked cutely.
Before Jiang Qingzhou could answer, a man's voice came from the room, "Tangtang, don't talk to strangers."
The man who spoke next came over and looked him up and down. Taking one look at Jiang Qingzhou, he asked warily: "Who are you looking for?"
Jiang Qingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, I rang the wrong doorbell!"
The man frowned and closed the door with a bang.
(End of this chapter)