The first pet of the famous family: the return of a thousand gold

Chapter 123

Xiangshan is not far away, but Jiang Er abandons his car early and walks.

There are many checkpoints on the road, plainclothes stops the car for inspection, and compares the wanted warrant with printed photos in his hand.

On the cusp of crackdown, risky travel is simply a mistake!
Jiang Er secretly hid in the alley, met several uncles and aunts with strange eyes with a headache, and was interrogated several times, but fortunately he was clever enough to fool him.

He originally wanted to rely on his young legs and good legs to quickly get rid of these idle mothers, but he didn't expect that he almost couldn't run away from others, which almost aroused suspicion!
Jiang Er touched his heart, which was a little bit quick, and it was really necessary to ask Cui Yunqi for medicine. He played too hard, and his body was hollowed out. If he didn't mend it, how could he have a son?
Damn Jiang Rongguang, how could it be panda blood?

Did I make a mistake?That man was originally of panda blood. The so-called type B blood was just a smoke bomb?

That's right, how could a person of his status release his real personal information, especially in such a place that is easy to be manipulated, if not, the enemy will catch him and come up with some conspiracies and schemes to trap him a handful.

Jiang Er thought he knew the truth, so he collected himself, met the wary eyes of an old man at the corner, subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat, and hurried into another alley.

A black car stopped in front of him without a sound, the door opened, and the driver in a black suit and black sunglasses looked stern.

"boarding."

Jiang Er hesitated for a moment, and listened to him briefly throw out a sentence.

"Sir is waiting for you."

In the imperial capital, there are really not many people who can directly address him as Mr., let alone those with great supernatural powers, who directly approach him.

Jiang Er lost his doubts and bent down to get in the car.

"Sir already here?"

Jiang Er's question was not answered.He instinctively frowned, then suppressed his dissatisfaction.

In front of that gentleman, there is no room for him to question.

If he hadn't resorted to tricks at the beginning, he really couldn't get along with this nobleman.

The car turned up Xiangshan silently, no one stopped and checked.

Jiang Er once again strengthened his belief in holding his thighs, and silently organized his words in his heart.

"Sir, long time no see." Jiang Er rushed up a few steps and greeted him in a slightly awkward respectful voice.

The pavilion on the mountainside is empty, and a hale and hearty old man stands happily, enjoying the mountain scenery.

The fragrance of tea curls up on the stone table, and the small purple clay pot is extraordinary at first glance.

"sit."

The old man looked back, his gaze was still as sharp as a blade, piercing into the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Er's scalp tightened, and his calves wanted to twist their muscles.

"You have a lot of things to do every day, and you take time out of your busy schedule..."

Under such a penetrating gaze, Jiang Er's well-written belly draft was completely useless, and his incoherent compliments were interrupted by the old man's raised palm.

"I only have a quarter of an hour."

The old man stood proudly, wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit and looking very handsome.

"I called you here because I want you to explain the blood types of the children."

coming!

Jiang Er's head was a little dizzy, he moistened his dry throat nervously, and asked tentatively.

"Are you really not a panda blood type?"

The old man stared at him for a long time with piercing eyes, then smiled, picked up the cane leaning on the stone bench, and turned to walk.

"Wait!"

It's like being sentenced to death!
Jiang Er was in a hurry, his bad premonition continued to magnify, and his heart was pounding!

"Jiang Rongguang is your son! I absolutely dare not lie about it. There must be something wrong, and the blood type test is not accurate."

The old man stepped out of the gazebo, his gray hair shining silvery under the sun.

"At this point, it's useless to quibble. You sell your wife for glory, and if you sell your wife for glory, there will be two. If you are not guilty, how could the newborn's medical examination report you submitted to me three years ago have type B blood?"

The old man's voice was flat, without ups and downs, like a steady river, with invisible undercurrents hidden underneath.

Jiang Er was speechless, speechless.

For someone else's son, he always takes care of himself. He doesn't care about the details. He handles everything because the child's father can help him get promoted and make a fortune!
"And that Jiang Sesur, you know what's going on. If you hadn't found out that she was panda blood, you couldn't fool me. How could you have painstakingly arranged the disappearance farce."

There was a hint of anger in the old man's words, and Zizhu's cane thumped heavily, causing Jiang's legs to go limp in shock.

This cunning old guy actually guessed right!
"Sir, please listen to my explanation!"

Jiang Er flustered, the last sliver of luck was shattered, and he instinctively sensed the approaching danger.

"After Zhang Liyuan followed you, I never touched a single hair of her. It's true! I was fooling around with women outside. Later, I took care of that carambola in Tianshangju. The newspapers have exposed it. You can check it out!"

The old man stopped, turned around slowly, not angry but mighty.

"I only care about children, and you really don't know anything about it. That's right, it's my extravagant wish for a trash who sells his wife for glory to be able to do anything."

The old man looked indifferent, leaning on a cane and walking down the stone steps.

Jiang Er looked desperately at the man in black who appeared like a ghost in front of him, opened his mouth to shout but was covered by his big hand, and heard a cold and impersonal order in his ear.

"Mr. Jiang, please drink tea."

The hair in Jiang Er's throat was tight, and he struggled in fear, his eyes were glued to the small purple sand teapot, as if he was staring at some terrible scourge.

"No, no, no, I can't die! Sir, there must be some misunderstanding here! Zhang Liyuan can give birth, she can give birth to a son! Hmm."

Jiang Er's hysterical howl was interrupted by the strange-tasting tea.

Does this taste a little cooked?

Jiang Er was easily restrained, unable to struggle, forced to gulp down a pot of tea, his mind began to feel confused.

"Is the medicine taking effect so quickly?"

The flat voice of the man in black was rare to have the slightest doubt.

The accomplice who appeared like a ghost disdainfully picked up Jiang Er, like a dead dog.

"I'm either taking drugs or playing with women all day long. My body is completely empty. Let's go quickly and clean up everything."

The gazebo is restored to cleanliness, the mountain breeze is still there, smiling at the world's flies and dogs.

"gentlemen."

The man in black got into the car and looked at the old man with some concern.

"It's all dealt with."

The man in black replied respectfully, gave a hmm, and looked worriedly at the slightly tired old man.

"I am fine."

The old man laughed, cheered up, exhausted.

"It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable." He explained, treating the young man in front of him as his own nephew.

"After all, I have been caring about it for a few years. In the end, it was all for nothing. It is inevitable to be frustrated."

The young man put his hands on his waist, full of murderous intent!
"Sir, I'm going to get rid of that restless woman!"

The old man sighed, waved his hands, and looked at the bright autumn scenery outside the car window with slightly cloudy eyes.

"She is also a hard-fated person. If she meets a flirtatious man, I'm afraid she is still kept in the dark."

The old man was silent, as if remembering the derailed past, sighed again, and leaned back in the chair gently.

"Let's go."

Seeing that he was not interested, the young man frowned with thick eyebrows, pursed his resolute and stylish lips, and started the car as he said.

"Don't do unnecessary things, just keep an eye on it."

The old man knew him very well, so he calmly asked.

The young man endured it, and reluctantly answered yes.

"That girl, what a pity."

The old man's sigh was as light as the wind, and quickly dissipated.

The young man quickly glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes flickered.

(End of this chapter)