In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Jiang Luan was arranged so clearly.

Although Jiang Luan felt a little weird, only He Zhinian could give the remaining 3 health points, so he didn't struggle anymore.

Jiang Luan entered the He Mansion, but it was not in the form of marriage.

Originally, Mother Jiang wanted to fight for it, and she felt that with He Zhinian's attitude, she would definitely agree.However, Jiang Luan refused.

Jiang Luan didn't want to have marital entanglements with He Zhinian.

Although Jiang Luan likes men, he is very serious about relationships.He felt that getting married must be a matter of a lifetime. He was just a passerby in this world, and he couldn't accompany He Zhinian for the rest of his life.Moreover, there has always been a hurdle in his heart, what he likes is Zhao Zhi, even though it is impossible to meet again, Zhao Zhi is always in his heart.

However, He Zhinian still greeted him with courtesy and came to pick him up in person.

He Zhinian's gift is very generous, although it is not a big sedan chair, but it is also a carriage that he personally rides in. The meaning of this is easy to understand.

When Jiang Luan entered the mansion, he treated Jiang Luan like a friend, a friend, and a relative.

Father Jiang is very happy.

Hearing that He Zhinian was coming, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he hurried towards the door.

He Zhinian just arrived at the door, his black robe outlined his tall and straight figure.

Seeing him, Father Jiang hurried up, trying to grab He Zhinian's hand, but was dodged.

He was not embarrassed, and smiled flatteringly: "Master He, you are here to pick up Jiang Luan, right? Luan'er is lucky that you treat him differently. From now on, the Jiang family and the He family will be a family!"

Father Jiang smiled, thinking in his heart, that Taoist Renxu is indeed a liar!Fortunately, I didn't drive Jiang Luan out of Jiang's house.Although Jiang Luan is not as good as an actor, he is a child of the Jiang family after all, and he has the blood of the Jiang family in him!

"I want to sever the father-son relationship with you." Just then, a voice suddenly sounded.

Father Jiang turned his head, and saw a young man in white appearing behind him, with a hint of coldness on his clean face.

The expression on Jiang's father's face was a little stiff: "Luan'er, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Luan smiled but said, "Severing the relationship between father and son, isn't that what you want?"

Jiang's father has a thick skin: "Luaner, it's because my father was deceived by an adulterer, blood is thicker than water..."

Jiang Luan ignored him, but looked at He Zhinian: "I severed the father-son relationship with him, can you witness it?"

He Zhinian nodded, his eyes gave Father Jiang a strong pressure.

Jiang's father only persisted for a moment, and could only write a letter of severing ties, which both of them signed.

Father Jiang looked at the back of Jiang Luan and He Zhinian leaving side by side, his guts were so ruined, he would have treated Jiang Luan better if he had known!

"You will kill yourself if you do many unrighteous actions. If you are so selfish, you will end up betraying your relatives."

As soon as Father Jiang turned his head, he saw Mother Jiang standing behind him.Jiang's mother stared at Jiang's father coldly, as if she had seen through his thoughts.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Father Jiang gave Jiang Ran a vicious look, snorted softly, turned and left.

……

He Fu.

Jiang Luan stayed in the He residence.

Jiang Luan found that although He Zhinian was rigid, the layout of his home was very good, with warm colors and everything. There were paintings on the walls, all in Jiang Luan's favorite style.

Jiang Luan also entered He Zhinian's room, similar to his own.

Jiang Luan felt that He Zhinian was quite good at living.

Moreover, the servants of the He family are also very sensible, they treat themselves well and respectfully, and they don't look like guests, making themselves very comfortable.

What Jiang Luan didn't know was that before he moved in, the He family purchased a lot of things.

And these things were in double copies, one went into He Zhinian's bedroom, and the other went into Jiang Ran's room.

The subordinates also know, so they know Jiang Luan's position even more, and no one dares to neglect.

time flies.

Jiang counted the days randomly, knowing that this was a special day.

On this day, He Zhinian's body will be very uncomfortable, and Jiang Luan's blood can improve his condition.

Jiang Luan felt that there is no good thing for no reason. At least half of He Zhinian's treatment of him was because of his own blood.

Especially for a ruthless businessman like He Zhinian, it is even more impossible to treat him like this out of sympathy.In their eyes, they are all interests.

Jiang Luan is very self-conscious.

In the evening, Jiang Luan knocked on the door in He Zhinian's bedroom.

It was He Zhinian who opened the door.

When He Zhinian saw Jiang Luan, he was a little surprised.

Jiang Luan walked in: "You don't know what day it is today?"

Jiang Luan felt strange, He Zhinian asked him to come to He Mansion, it should be for this day, how could he forget?

He Zhinian didn't speak, but sat down.

Jiang Luan found a seat far away from He Zhinian and sat down. Suddenly, he felt that the air seemed a little colder.

Jiang Luan glanced at He Zhinian, then at the seat beside him, got up tentatively, and sat down beside him.

Suddenly, the coldness in the air dissipated.

Jiang Luan felt that it was quite difficult to be He Zhinian's attendant. This person cherished words like gold, so he had to guess his thoughts.

Jiang Luan thought about the 8 life points on the control panel (During this time, Jiang Luan worked hard and only got 1), and said proactively: "Master, do you have a bowl here?"

"Bowl?" He Zhinian frowned.

Jiang Luan said bluntly, "Pretending to be blood."

He Zhinian's brows seemed to wrinkle even tighter.

Jiang Luan felt strange, he was so proactive, why the air became colder?

He Zhinian called a servant, and quickly took something from the servant.

Looking at the things in He Zhinian's hands, Jiang Luan was stunned.

That's a basin!

So much blood, people will die!

Uncle He, you can't become a big fat man in one sitting!

"Master, with so much blood, you will die, and there will be no next time." Jiang Luan reminded.

He Zhinian said with a dark face, "You also know that you will die?"

The tone was a bit aggressive, as if blaming him.

"One bowl, too much and you'll die." He Zhinian continued.

Jiang was confused, he was going to die, didn't he just die like this?But you have to give it, this is a setting.

He Zhinian didn't speak, and the two sat like this.

As time passed, He Zhinian's face gradually turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, showing a painful expression.

Jiang Luan stared at him, only to see that his expression was getting more and more painful!

Jiang Luan shook his head, turned his head and saw the haircut on the bedside, went over, picked up the scissors, and came to He Zhinian again.Jiang Luan stretched out his left hand, and the scissors were about to cut towards his wrist...

Suddenly, a hand stretched out, very hard, Jiang Luan's hand hurt, and the scissors fell to the ground.

With a strong pull, He Zhinian hugged Jiang Luan into his arms. He Zhinian hugged him tightly, in great pain, and even began to tremble slightly.

Jiang Luan raised his head to look at He Zhinian's sharp chin, and the cold sweat rolled down his sharp face. Jiang Luan suddenly felt a distressed feeling. At that time, he had the feeling of giving He Zhinian his blood, As long as He Zhinian is not in pain, it feels good.

"He Zhinian, I'll give you blood." Jiang Luan struggled, trying to get out of his arms.

He Zhinian hugged him even tighter, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words.

"Even if I die, I won't drink your blood."

Jiang Luan was stunned.

He Zhinian fainted from the pain, Jiang Luan watched from the sidelines, wiping the cold sweat off his face with a towel.Seeing the change of pained expression on He Zhinian's face, the pain gradually changed from physical pain to mental pain, just like a nightmare.

Jiang Luan couldn't help but wonder what He Zhinian dreamed about.

……

The screen turns.

A sharp-edged face was reflected in the mirror, with stern eyebrows and tightly pursed lips, revealing a hint of cruelty. There seemed to be a little vermilion in the center of his brows, but when he touched it with his hands, nothing touched it. arrive.

"Your Majesty, servant girl, please wipe your face for you."

At this time, a soft and charming woman suddenly leaned over and wanted to wipe his face for him.

His face changed suddenly, and he pushed the woman violently, staring at the man with cold eyes, the woman's face turned pale, and she lay there trembling.

Then, the woman was dragged down.

The screen suddenly went dark, and some discussions sounded.

"Your Majesty has someone in mind, how can that Persian woman seduce him?"

"What about the number one beauty in Persia?"

"But there is no one around His Majesty, the harem is empty."

"That person is gone. He is a cinnabar mole in His Majesty's heart, which cannot be erased..."

The picture changes.

August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Above the main hall, dancers dance to the music.

He sat on the throne, got drunk, and watched the dance with blurred drunken eyes.

His eyes suddenly fell on one of the dancers, and those eyes were very similar to the person in his memory.

"Little mess..."

He muttered in a low voice, his voice full of thoughts.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

So, when he returned to the palace at night, he saw that there was already an extra person in his bedroom.

She shrank there, staring at him, a little scared and a little shy, with a small face flushed.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and a hostility burst out of his heart, and his heart was filled with tyrannical thoughts.

And when he saw those eyes, his heart softened suddenly.

"roll!"

In the sleeping hall, it was empty.

He was alone in it and felt extremely lonely.

He looked around, as if he was looking for something, but in the end, he found nothing.

He felt a suffocation oppressing himself, he couldn't stay any longer, and walked out of Nuo Da's dormitory.

When he walked to the door of the sleeping hall, he saw a red figure hurriedly approaching, with a cold air on his body.

Zheng Lianyi looked at him: "I heard that His Majesty has taken a fancy to a dancing girl..."

He looked at her with cold eyes, and she stood there with stubborn eyes without fear.

He suddenly smiled: "You are protecting him."

Zheng Lianyi's expression was complicated: "I hope His Majesty can come out. However, if His Majesty comes out, then he is really gone."

"Get out? He is in my heart forever, and he will never come out." In his black eyes, there was a deep lovesickness shining.

Xiao Luan, where are you?

The author has something to say: There is still a chapter that is too late to finish. I will end this story tomorrow. Thank you for your support~