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The ancestral house looks very different after nightfall than during the day.

This area is located in the suburbs, which is already quiet. Among the various villas in a row, only one house is very lively at the moment.Fortunately, the "neighbors" on both sides of the building are separated by a considerable distance. From a distance, the lights are bright, but there is not much noise.Numerous light strips are embedded in the courtyard walls and inside the house, reflecting the courtyard and a yard of luxury cars shining brightly, and the light and shadow also add a lot of mysterious and deep temperament to the exterior walls of the building and the outline of the entire small building.

Jian Changche looked at the battle and said expressionlessly, "I'm going back."

"Don't run." Zong Chi grabbed his hand, "When you get on my boat, you are mine."

"A thief boat, a thief boat." Jian Changche struggled, "Don't pull me."

He was inaccurate in what he said, and he didn't use too much force in his hands. Zong Chi ignored him and entered the gate pinching his wrist.As soon as he entered the hall, Jian Changche felt that he was going to faint. There were more than a dozen people at a large round table, and the people around were busy serving dishes and pouring wine. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked over at once. Pull it back and put it behind your back.Zong Chi turned his face and gave him a quick glance, and when he turned back, he had already switched to an indifferent and slightly arrogant expression.

Under the staring ceremony, Zong Chi walked to the two vacant seats on the main seat, and first pulled away the chair beside him in a gentlemanly way——Jian Changche resolutely sat down, not even daring to lift his eyes.On the left side of him, Zong Chi sat down leisurely, and adjusted the distance between the chairs and the tableware on the table before finally saying slowly, "Sorry for being late, the traffic jam kept everyone waiting."

There was no sincerity in this lie. Everyone who came saw that Zong Chi's car had already parked in the yard, but no one said anything.Only Gan Shuyi, who was sitting on the other side of Zong Chi, complained softly: "Let so many elders wait."

Jian Changche secretly looked at this woman—although she was a little older, she still had outstanding facial features and a slender neck.But the whole person seems to be too thin, and I always feel not very energetic.Moreover, in Jian Changche's previous imagination, Zong Chi's mother must be a beautiful woman who still has charm, and there is still a slight gap with the reality.

He took a few distracted glances, only to realize that the other party was also looking at him unabashedly. He didn't know how to respond, so he nodded awkwardly, the corners of his mouth twitched and tried to smile, and quickly looked away.

"Xiao Chi, why don't you introduce your friend?"

"Oh, this is Jian Changche, it's..." Jian Changche quietly grabbed Zongchi's thigh under the table, forcing him to change his words: "My friend. He was hospitalized before grandma I work in a hospital and take good care of grandma, and grandma likes to come here very much.”

Everyone's expressions relaxed a bit—everyone knew that Zong Chi was closer to his ancestors, and it's not hard to imagine getting closer to the doctor who took care of Xie Yinghuai.Yan Jin, Zong Chi's little uncle, asked, "Are you a doctor in the oncology department? You've been a surgeon since you were young. You're quite talented."

Jian Changche has never been ashamed of being a nurse or feels that he is inferior to a doctor, but it is difficult to explain it now - he doesn't care, but...

"It's not a doctor, it's a nurse." Zong Chi said, he used the words intimately, and there was a sense of pride in his tone.

"Oh, oh," the man didn't know how to answer, "It's rare for boys to be nurses."

"Yeah, that's why I'm very tired, with a lot of mental pressure and physical strength." Zong Chi said, "Most people in this world work quite hard, and it's not easy to rely on yourself."

He glanced lightly at his cousin who was sitting next to his little uncle and was playing games with his mobile phone. He didn't say anything, but he said everything.At the same time, it also hinted that Jian Changche was not greedy for any material or money advantage—even for an outsider who had just met not long ago, and it was not just embarrassing to talk about the ghosts among relatives.

Sure enough, Yan Jin quickly lost interest in this conversation, but his aunt immediately became dissatisfied: "My family is eating, and it's not appropriate to bring a strange outsider."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Zong Chi asked back, "Is it because my aunt has something to say that is not suitable for others to hear?"

Zhou Xunfang muttered: "That's not true, this time it's not..."

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Liang, are my original study and bedroom still available? Can I live there?" Zong Chi suddenly turned his head and asked.Jian Changche looked at him with a little puzzlement - he took him back to see his room until tomorrow, and he knew the answer to the question very well.

"Yes, master, it has not been touched as it is, and the rooms of the old lady and Mr. Zong have not been touched either." Aunt Liang replied.

"Well," Zong Chi pretended and sighed with some sincerity, "I can't bear to tidy up. Grandpa just passed away, and grandma passed away. I think everyone is still sad. Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. .” He picked up the wine glass, “I wish everyone a happy new year in advance, let’s have a drink.”

A group of relatives who came to divide up the property were gagged before they could say a word—anyone who asked about the will at this time would seem too cold-blooded and heartless.Jian Changche looked amused in his heart, and raised his glass accordingly.

On his left was Zong Chi, and on his right was a girl he didn't know. Jian Changche caught her probing look several times out of the corner of his eye, and finally couldn't help turning his face away and smiling at her.The girl didn't look very old, she was in her early twenties, she leaned over and asked slyly, "Are you Zong Chi's boyfriend?"

Jian Chang's scalp was numb, her Adam's apple rolled up and down, she hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slightly: "En."

The girl opened her eyes wide, with a happy expression on her face: "I knew it, he likes your type."

Jian Changche was a little embarrassed, and wanted to turn back to his dinner plate, but the girl introduced herself again: "My name is Zong Qian."

Jian Changche turned to look at her—surnamed Zong, and he said, "My name is Jian Changche."

Zong Qian said, "Hello, hello, I'm Zong Chi's aunt."

Jian Changche: "..."

Zong Qian smiled slyly: "It's true, in terms of seniority, his grandfather and I are of the same generation."

Jian Changche moved her lips, she couldn't say "auntie" to such a face, but fortunately, an aunt at the other end of the table interjected at the right time: "Hey Qianqian, that bag of yours is pretty, how much is it?"

On the table in front of Zong Qian was a royal blue square handbag with two belts hanging down at the opening.Zong Qian said casually, "More than 1."

Jian Changche's eyes widened, and he stared at the bag carefully - what bag cost more than 1 yuan?

Zong Chi looked over at this moment: "More than 1?"

Zong Qian shrank her shoulders: "Sixteen thousand."

He turned around noncommittally, and continued to discuss the issue of real estate deed tax with Gan Shuyi.The aunt on the other side of the table said: "It's very beautiful, buy one for me."

"It's gone," Zong Qian said, "I booked this only after asking a friend for help. I waited for half a year."

The aunt complained: "You child."

Although no one at the table reacted much, Jian Changche was still in shock. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't help asking Zong Qian: "Your bag, do you really want [-]?"

Zong Qian secretly glanced at Zong Chi and said, "Actually, it's not, but don't tell anyone else."

Jian Changche nodded, feeling a little more relieved—it was because she was too lazy to help her aunt buy the goods, so she made up a price.

"This bag was ordered by my friend in Paris. His sister is a super VIP, and she spends millions of dollars in a season. I have been waiting for this color for a long time. I bought it for 16. If it is really [-], I will buy it for her. I'm not at a loss." Zong Qian curled her lips, "Don't tell Zong Chi, or he will scold you for spending money indiscriminately again."

"Sixteen!" Before Jian Changche could make a sound in surprise, Zong Qian grabbed the skin on the back of his hand, and could only exclaim in a breathy voice: "16! You can even buy a car!"

Zong Qian tilted her head in doubt: "What kind of car can you buy for 16?"

Jian Changche's view of consumption has been shattered into dregs - he realized belatedly, could it be that Zong Chi is the thrifty person in this family?

He decided to give Zong Chiwo two poached eggs whenever he cooked noodles in the future—Zongchi was really wronged to live in his house.

"But look, this wallet only costs more than 2 yuan." Zong Qian took out another pink wallet and showed it excitedly: "Isn't it beautiful, is it cheap, is it a good deal?"

Yes, Jian Changche said silently in his heart - Zong Chi is really too cheap and cost-effective.

Under the shock of 16 handbags, Jian Changche completely forgot about his nervousness, and finished the meal with another degree of disorientation. He basically ate whatever Zong Chi put in his bowl, and there was nothing at all. Realized that Zong Chi's behavior brought strange looks from the whole table.

After eating, Jian Changche put down his chopsticks, put his hands on his knees obediently, and opened his ears again.

"Just 200 million. Isn't 200 million still enough? Your brother really has good ideas and talent, but he lacks a little start-up capital. Could it be that you want your brother to go out to borrow money and take out loans? What's it like?"

"Auntie, as I said, it's fine to take the money, but take a look at the business plan. This is the most basic thing. Otherwise, if you throw 200 million to him, what's the difference with me buying a lottery ticket?" Zong Chi said .

"Is it interesting to have a family like this?" Zhou Xunfang said, "Everyone trusts you and lets you take charge of major financial decisions. Your little uncle and I also watched you grow up, so don't take this opportunity to take Joe..."

Zong Chi interrupted her: "All the financial decisions at my disposal are stipulated by the law, and it has nothing to do with whether you believe me or not. To get investment, you have to pass the plan, and don't talk nonsense about the rest, okay? Auntie, it's very boring, it seems that every time you see me, you just ask for money."

Jian Changche noticed that there were several people around, including Zong Chi's mother, who looked unhappy, and gave his aunt a resentful look, as if blaming her for not being able to speak, and for blocking everyone's way.

"Tsk," Zong Qian whispered impatiently: "It's so annoying. It's like this every year for a meal. Why does Zong Liangji marry such a wife? No one in this family can see it. Did you lose money? Every day is money." money."

You, a person who spent 16 on a bag, are not qualified to say that, Jian Changche is too embarrassed to say anything.His mind turned - Zong Liangji was Zong Chi's father, and logically speaking, he was Zong Qian's junior, and they were all from Zong Chi's grandfather.Zong Chi's mother, aunt and uncle's family were all brought in by Gan Shuyi. Now that Zong Chi's father is gone, one of the two families is forced and the other is deliberately bound together. The one in the middle is Zong Chi. No wonder he is so resistant go home.

Zong Chi didn't want to say any more, he threw the napkin on the table casually, and Zong Qian also took out her lipstick and began to touch up her makeup, seeing that the meal was coming to an end.Zong Chi patted Jian Changche's knee lightly, signaling that he was ready to leave.

Jian Changche got up as if he had been pardoned, and got up quickly, ready to run away.Others at the table were still chatting a little, and the rest of them took their coats one after another and prepared to leave.

Zong Chi had just taken two steps when Gan Shuyi stopped him again. He reluctantly confessed "wait for me a moment", then turned around and entered the room with her.Jian Chang stood upright by the coat rack in the porch and waited. Zong Qian came up and raised her eyebrows: "Is there any handsome guy in your hospital to introduce to me? I really like doctors, it's best to be a doctor." That kind, wearing glasses and a white coat, is a bit abstinent. But if you grow up like you, a nurse will do too."

Jian Changche said speechlessly: "Probably not..."

"Don't," Zong Qian poked his arm with her elbow, "Think about it, add a WeChat message, and let me know if there is something good."

Jian Changche said helplessly: "No, doctors are very busy, and in terms of income, it's not as high as others think."

"It's okay. I don't need a man to support me. Auntie, I have plenty of money." Zong Qian forced Jian Changche to open his friend's scan code, add WeChat, and finally walked away satisfied.

"Sir, sir, you forgot your scarf." An aunt chased out with a gray woolen scarf, and she couldn't help being stunned when she saw that Jian Changche had already wrapped an identical one around her neck.Jian Changche glanced at it and said, "It's Zong Chi's, it's okay, just give it to me."

He took the scarf and folded it casually under his arm, but Aunt Zongchi and Uncle Zong watched the process.The couple had long suspected that Zong Chi had an unusual relationship with this so-called "nurse who took care of grandma before she died", but it was difficult to ask at the dinner table. Now that they even matched the couple's scarves, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Isn't it disgusting to bring a stranger back casually at a serious family gathering once a year?" Zhou Xunfang said, "Buy two scarves for 1 yuan to give away, but the start-up capital of 200 million is not enough. Willing to give."

Her volume was not low, and she could hear it clearly within a radius of five meters, but Jian Changche was not at all annoyed by her—a scarf worth 1 yuan? !When Zong Chi bought it as a gift for him, he said it was "buy one get one free for 800 yuan", and he taught him that it was too expensive.Jian Chang's teeth itch -- sure enough, she and the aunt just now belong to the same family, underreporting a zero is a routine operation!

To say that Jian Changche felt uneasy and uncomfortable because of the gap in economic strength and social status between the two, but now basically only anger towards class enemies remains.He was thinking about how to make use of this matter in the future to clean up the young lady.

"That's right, it's a waste to spend on us anyway, it's better to buy lottery tickets."

"I can't help it. The boss just has a good life. He can do whatever he wants, play with men, take care of a college student or a nurse. We can't control it."

"No, my cousin is not as good as a butt seller, I can't stand it."

The two played back and forth for a long time, Jian Changche didn't give any response, Zhou Xunfang couldn't hold back: "Hey, that one over there, don't you have any shame, are you shameless?"

The little uncle sneered: "If you want to talk about why people can do things we can't do, it's because of their strong psychological quality. You can swallow everything for money, can you? I can't anyway."

He intentionally carried vague hints between his words, with disgust and anger on his face, the more he said, the more he went too far.Jian Changche finally turned his chin, raised his eyelids, and split their eyes.

Zhou Xunfang pursed her lips and stared at him warily.

"Look at my face." Jian Changche said.

The two looked at him puzzled—this young man had a good appearance and a solid physique, but his temperament was very calm.From entering the door until now, I haven't said a few words, and I haven't been angry because of their provocation, I just stayed quietly.

"Look at my face." Jian Changche's eyes were so cold that they froze, "Do I look like I care the slightest bit about the bullshit you guys say?"

The two of them finally remembered - this look of ignoring them at all was exactly the same as Zong Chi!

"You are just selling your ass to get some benefits now, and it will be a matter of minutes if you get dumped someday! Although you are arrogant, don't forget what I said today!" Yan Jin said angrily, "Blood relationship is different. , that can't be changed, we are Zong Chi's relatives!"

"It's not impossible to change, but it's impossible to choose." Jian Changche said flatly.He saw Zong Chi striding out from the living room at the end of the corridor, chasing the distraught Gan Shuyi, so he turned his back on Zhou Xunfang and his wife, and pointed his thumb at him—the calm look on his face disappeared. , His eyebrows and eyes were full of hostility: "What kind of Zongchi's relatives are you, I am. Get out now, don't let Zongchi see you two upset, don't force me to do it."

Zhou Xunfang and his wife were overwhelmed. They had never seen such an unreasonable person who threatened violence.But Jian Changche stepped forward with half a step, her knuckles were pinched, and the outline of the muscles could still be seen under the thick coat of her arms. Yan Jin shrank her neck, and hurriedly dragged his wife away.

"What are you talking about?" When Zong Chi frowned and walked up quickly, the aunt had disappeared. He took Jian Changche's hand—this time he was not thrown away, and slammed the door behind him hard. superior.The two rushed out of the yard to the dimly lit path, before Jian Changche wrapped another gray scarf around his neck, and then lightly strangled it: "I'm talking about this scarf costing more than 1 yuan. thing."

Zong Chi almost choked on his own saliva, and blushed from coughing: "What, they're idiots, talking nonsense."

"Oh? Really." Jian Changche snorted.

Holding the tail of the scarf in his hand, Zong Chi followed Jian Changche half a step behind, observing carefully.Seeing that he didn't seem to intend to pursue it, he slowly relaxed.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Jian Changche asked.

"Don't do anything, go out to play, fish, and pick up crabs." Zong Chi said.

"There are no crabs in this season. You don't want to buy some crabs and throw them down for me to pick them up." Jian Changche sneered, "What are you doing with that expression? I've already figured out your routine."

"Then what are you doing? Take a walk, eat, have sex." Zong Chi put his arms on his shoulders and walked staggeringly.

Jian Changche laughed: "Yes."