What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

Guan Heng looked at Guan Wenlian with a pale face and said, "What do you mean? My father, didn't my father die in a car accident? And this address..."

This address was the last text message that Guan Jia’s father, Guan He, sent him before his death. It read—No. 88, Guoding Road, Lutong District, Haicheng.

Although Guan Jia is an illegitimate child hated by everyone, Guan He has never treated him badly since he was a child. The relationship between the two is really good. Guan Jia passed out when he heard the news of his father's death not long after receiving the message. Within a few days of the outbreak, he really went with his father.

Guan Heng only saw this news after he learned how to use modern tools. In addition to the fact that only three people knew about it, why did Guan Wenlian bring it up at this time?What did that address have to do with their deaths?And that spell, what on earth is the Guan family planning...

Seeing the bewilderment on Guan Heng's face, Guan Wenlian felt a little pleased, lifted his eyelids and gave him a light look and said, "If you want to know, just accept this thing." He stood up suddenly, with a vicious smile on his lips Meaning: "If you don't want it, I will take it back." After speaking, he was ready to take the things away.

Guan Heng quickly pressed the document, lowered his head and said with restraint: "I see, what conditions do you have?"

Of course, this document will not be given to him in vain. Guan Wen practiced a clever sentence, leaned over his body and said softly: "All you need is, give me a little of your blood."

Guan Heng frowned and looked at him: "What?"

Guan Wenlian carried out the argument he had prepared long ago and said: "Don't worry, I won't use your blood for anything, this property can only be given to my third brother's own son, it's okay to use some of your blood for testing, right? Or you..." He deliberately didn't say the whole thing.

The air in the study was a bit stuffy, and it took Guan Heng a long time to reply: "Yes."

Guan Wenlian suppressed his excitement, took out a tube of needles from his bag and threw it on the table, saying, "Suck it yourself."

Without hesitation, Guan Heng stuck a needle in his hand and drew a tube of blood. The red blood contained traces of black air invisible to human eyes. When he raised his eyes, he saw Guan Wenlian's uncontrollable ferocious expression and Contempt in the eyes.

Throwing something to him, Guan Wenlian quickly caught it, and left the study with a haughty snort.

Only one light was turned on in the study room, and he didn't care about his bleeding arm. The terrified expressions on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the darkness covered half of his figure and the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

When Jiang Jian came back with milk tea, Guan Wenlian and Guan Wusi had already left, and Guan Mei was talking to Zhao Yunwei with a worried face.

Zhao Yunwei motioned to the study room after seeing him come back, Jiang Jian nodded and walked over lightly.

He didn't open the door directly to go in, but knocked on the door three times. Jiang Jian didn't hear any reaction from inside, and he just unscrewed the door and was about to go in, but the door opened first.

Guan Heng smiled at him, staring at the milk tea in his hand.

From Jiang Jian's point of view, that smile meant that the child had been wronged but still insisted on wanting him to rest assured, with a bit of distress in his heart, seeing him staring at the milk tea, he quickly held it in front of him.

Guan Heng happily took the milk tea, inserted the straw into it, and took a sip. The milk tea was still warm, and the sweetness was more satisfying than usual. It seemed that Jiang Jian was afraid that he didn’t think it was sweet enough, so the staff added all the sugar in the store. go in.

Jiang Jian closed the door, and just as she turned around, Guan Heng threw her arms full.

Jiang Jian hugged him and patted his back gently, feeling the trembling in his arms.

"Ah Jian." Guan Heng called his name in a muffled and coquettish voice.

"En." Jiang Jian replied.

"Ah Jian." Guan Heng shouted over and over again, but he refused to lift his buried face.

Jiang Jian took the trouble to answer, and finally the study room became quiet, and the two hugged each other, as if there was only this square inch left in the world.