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Jiang Lang shook his head and lit three incense sticks.

You burned some yellow paper in the brazier and kowtowed three times respectfully.

After knowing that all the yellow paper in the brazier was burned, he retreated and closed the door.

Returning to the main room of the Jiang family compound, Jiang Lang took a bath and was about to take a rest.

dong dong dong~

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Lang wrapped himself in a bath towel and opened the door, only to see Zhang Wanru standing at the door.

Maybe it was because it rained today, the night was a bit cold, and the other party was wearing a little thin clothing. As soon as Jiang Lang opened the door, the air flow blew onto the other party.

Zhang Wanru hit her head and her body shook unnaturally, like a pitiful deer.

She raised her eyes and saw that Jiang Lang was wrapped in a bath towel, barely covering his lower body, and he appeared in front of her in a swaggering manner.

A blush flashed across his face, and he secretly glanced at Jiang Lang's eight-pack abs as if he was guilty of committing a crime.

Then he turned his head and said tremblingly: "You...you...why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Jiang Lang rolled his eyes: "No~ I'm in my own room, so what if I don't wear clothes?

and...

It's not like he was still wrapped in a bath towel, and it wasn't exposed to the public. "

Zhang Wanru was speechless and didn't know how to refute.

Then I heard Jiang Lang continue to speak: "By the way...

Why did you come to see me in the middle of the night? "

Zhang Wanru raised her head and glanced at Jiang Lang, bit her lip, and said in a voice as thin as a fly: "I...I can't sleep, please talk to me."

Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows, thinking of the way Zhang Wanru was kneeling in front of the tombstone in despair in the morning, and he had a suspicion in his mind.

"Okay~ Come in! It just so happens that I can't sleep either."

Jiang Lang led the other party into the house.

There are many houses in the Jiang family compound, but the largest and most luxurious one is the main house.

It is more than 100 square meters, which is comparable to a three-bedroom apartment in an ordinary family.

In addition to beds, there are sofas, TVs, tea seats, etc...

It's the kind of scene in movies where the rich hero wakes up from bed, and the room is as luxurious as it needs to be.

Taking Zhang Wanru with her, she sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and randomly selected a variety show channel.

Then I took some fruit snacks from the refrigerator.

These are all servants in the Jiang family compound, specially hired by father Jiang Lijun.

I was just worried that no one would clean the yard when no one was around, and I was worried that thieves would climb over the wall and disturb the Jiang family ancestors.

After learning today that Jiang Lang and his group were going to sleep in the Jiang family compound, they made preparations in advance.

In addition to some snacks, fruits and the like, daily necessities are also prepared, including sheets, quilt covers, clothes, etc. They are all new.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jiang Lang sat next to Zhang Wanru and hugged the other person directly.

Zhang Wanru twisted her body uneasily. She was not used to being so close to Jiang Lang.

In the villa, everyone else may be more or less like Jiang Lang, but she is still a young lady.

Feeling that there was no one in his arms, he trembled slightly uneasily.

Jiang Lang felt a little funny in his heart, rubbed the other person's head and said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhang Wanru pursed her lips and watched the variety show on TV, but her eyes were a little wandering.

She thought for a while and said, "What were you doing just now?"

"Oh~ It's nothing! Go to the sacrificial hall and pay homage to our ancestors."

Zhang Wanru nodded slightly when she heard this.

Regarding Jiang Lang's family, they are actually the descendants of the Jiang family, the four major families in the imperial capital at that time. They basically all know about it.

A few years ago, when Jiang Lang was in Myanmar, Jiang Lijun would come to the imperial capital from time to time to worship his ancestors. It was difficult for them to understand clearly.

After thinking about it, she asked: "Then, do you have any plans to recognize your ancestors again and change your surname back to Jiang?"

Jiang Lang thought for a while, nodded, and then shook his head.

"Change your last name? To be honest, I haven't thought about it, after all, I've been using the same name for so long.

but...

If my dad wants to change it back, I don't care.

In short, as long as you know your identity clearly. "

Paused.

Jiang Lang looked at each other suspiciously.

"no...

Why do you keep asking me?

Just say whatever you want to say. "

Zhang Wanru's eyes were slightly dazed. She found a comfortable position in Jiang Lang's arms.

After she sighed faintly, she spoke slowly, her voice a little more haggard.

"Today~he didn't come."

he?

What do you mean?

Jiang Lang didn't understand, but he still asked patiently: "He you are talking about? Who is it?"

"My father, Zhang Zhenlong." Zhang Wanru bit her lip and looked up at Jiang Lang: "I'm in a bad mood. Is there any wine here?"

Jiang Lang nodded: "I'll ask the servants in the courtyard. If they don't have it, I'll ask them to buy a few bottles outside."

"Thank you~"

"Thank you for what! Why are we two so polite?" Jiang Lang scratched the other person's nose fondly, changed his clothes, and went out.

After calling the servant and finding a few bottles of red wine.

Jiang Lang carried the wine bottle and returned to the main room.

I saw Zhang Wanru hugging a pillow, huddled in the corner of the sofa, watching TV.

Jiang Lang smiled and walked over.

"Wait a long time?"

"No~"

"Drink first?"

"Hmm~"

The two of them drank and chatted.

After a few glasses of red wine, Zhang Wanru's face became a little flushed, and she began to talk more.

She wrinkled her nose, put down the wine glass in her hand, and leaned on Jiang Lang's shoulder: "He is just a scumbag!"

Gritting her teeth, Zhang Wanru's voice was filled with anger, and her little fists clenched unconsciously.

Is it okay to call my father a scumbag?

Jiang Lang sat aside and felt a little strange listening to Zhang Wanru's words.

"Why did you say that?"

Zhang Wanru clasped her fingers and began to list her father's crimes one by one.

"First, he clearly said that he loved my mother the most, but the year after my mother died, she gave me a stepmother. Is this a scumbag?

Second, he married right away, and he married a woman who looked so much like my mother!Is this playing stand-in literature?Is this a scumbag?

third...

fourth...

fifth..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Wanru's eyes became more sad.

"Sixth, he didn't come today."

When Jiang Lang heard Zhang Wanru say these words again, he was really confused?

"He didn't come? What do you mean?"

Zhang Wanru shook her head, poured herself another glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Today is the anniversary of my mother's death, and he didn't come." She sniffed, her voice filled with grievance, and her eyes filled with mist.

When Jiang Lang heard this, he understood.

There are a lot of crimes listed above, but none of them are actually important. The last one really makes Zhang Wanru sad.

Today is obviously the death anniversary of Zhang Zhenlong's former wife, but not even a single person came.

He had previously wondered why the tomb of the Zhang family in the imperial capital, who was once the head of the family, was so desolate, as if it had not been cleaned for several years.

It turns out that Zhang Wanru's mother has not been taken seriously at all.

With his lips slightly open, Jiang Lang just wanted to comfort the other person.

I saw the other party suddenly raised his head and looked at him with faint eyes.

"besides...

You are also a scumbag..."

After saying that, he burped and fell into Jiang Lang's arms.