Can You Love Me?

Upon hearing this, Jian Wanjun immediately asked, "Who are you with?"

Jian Zechuan pinched Xin Ai's cheek and smiled: "What do you think?"

Jian Wanjun felt uncomfortable when he thought of the last time he returned without success and Xin Ai took away a lot of money.

He said angrily: "You... You actually ran to find her specially, Jian Zechuan, are you still rational?"

Jian Zechuan said displeasedly: "I know exactly what I'm doing. If you have time, you can spend time with my mother. You don't have to worry about my affairs."

When he hung up the phone, Xin Ai pretended to be sad: "Oh, I'm so worried, the third father doesn't like me, so sad..."

"It doesn't matter to you, does it?"

Xin Ai shrugged, yes, it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to marry into Jane's family.

Thinking about it this way suddenly felt quite boring, and Xin Ai lay down again to play with her phone.

Most of the news on Weibo today is about An Xinya's death. The public opinion on the Internet is well guided. Under Li Anhe's deliberate manipulation, most netizens on the Internet believe that An Xinya died of homicide.

The Weibo of the Xiacheng police is almost full of comments from netizens, hoping to find out the truth, give justice to the deceased, and let the people who eat melons know the inside story.

Flipping through the pages, the Xiacheng police issued a new notification.

Seeing the content, Xin Ai sat up abruptly.

The Xiacheng police reported that it has been determined that the death of the actor An Moumou was not an accident. The specific situation is still under further investigation, and any new progress will be reported in time.

Xin Ai's eyes were amazingly bright. The police confirmed that An Xinya's death was murder?

As long as the police continue to investigate, they will be able to create pressure on the opponent. No matter how powerful the opponent is, one day they will be able to catch his tell.

Jian Zechuan scanned Xin Ai's phone with a blank expression.

...

Four hours later, when we returned to Mingdu, Jian Zechuan sent Xin Ai back to Fengluyuan. The house has been tidied up, and the doors and some furniture inside have been replaced.

Before getting out of the car, Xin Ai hooked Jian Zechuan's neck and did not let go: "Then are you still coming tonight?"

Jian Zechuan patted her face lightly: "I have something to do these two days, so take a good rest and don't cause trouble for me."

"From what you're saying, it seems like I'm good for nothing but trouble."

"Is not it?"

Jian Zechuan recalled that since he met Xin Ai, every time she was in trouble, he was the one who ended up ending her troubles.

Xin Ai shook her head seriously: "Of course not, I am your little fairy, I have magic, which can make you feel better, and I am so beautiful... Don't you think you can ignore everything else first?"

Jian Zechuan has become accustomed to Xin Ai's shamelessness: "Don't be poor, go back."

Xin Ai bit her lip, "I...have a bit of a shadow here, you should come and see me more."

Jian Zechuan broke off her fingers one by one: "There will be no more accidents, unless explosives are used for the door this time, go in quickly."

Xin Aiyi reluctantly looked back at every step and walked in slowly.

As soon as she got home and closed the door, she immediately called Li Anhe.

She said excitedly: "Li Anhe, have you seen that An Xinya's case has been ruled murder."

"I saw that before An Xinya's death, Chen Ming was the person she contacted the most on the phone. Now that she has checked it, I guess I can catch something this time. Chen Ming is directly related to your sister's disappearance."

"This bastard really has something to do with him. He acted like he didn't know anything in front of me before."

She also demanded liquidated damages, and now Xin Ai can't wait to go to Chen Ming to ask for her sister.

"You can wait at ease, I guess, it will only be a few days."

"good."

...

When Jian Zechuan came home, his father reprimanded him as soon as he entered the door: "It's all because of your good deeds, your mother is mad at you."

"I'll go see her." Jian Zechuan didn't believe that his mother would get sick. She was in good health, but her blood pressure was a little high.

If you're going to be sick, maybe you're just pretending.

"Mom." Pushing away from the bedroom, Jian Zechuan saw his mother lying there with a bad face and a bad spirit.

Mrs. Jane said weakly: "Zechuan, you are back."

"How's your body?"

Mrs. Jane quickly supported her head: "I'm a little dizzy."

Jian Zechuan smiled: "Take a good rest and go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow."

Mrs. Jane took his hand: "Zechuan, Mom is already at this age, and I hope to see you get married and have children before she dies."

"Mom, you're still young."

"Zechuan, you went to see that little girl again this time, didn't you...why did you...hey, that little girl is too unreliable, you just listen to my mother and break up with her quickly, and my mother will find you someone A girl with a docile temper and who is right with you, don't mess around."

Jian Zechuan knew what she was going to say, so he was not in a hurry, and said: "Mom, she suits me quite well, I don't want to change it for now, and when I get tired of it, I will naturally change it. For a person of my age, if If you want a woman, you have to get permission from your parents, so the son you raised is too incompetent, isn't it?"

"You, but...she..."

Jian Zechuan pulled the thin quilt considerately for Mrs. Jian: "Just treat yourself as your son. I have strong tastes. I don't like bland ladies and ladies. I prefer the kind of little girl who likes to be a monster. I have a bottom line in my own affairs. What's more, even if you let people enter Jane's house, she may not enter, so there is nothing to worry about."

Mrs. Jane was startled, not because of her son's words, but because of his tone.

She didn't know if she heard it wrong, but there seemed to be an indescribable "resentment" in her son's words.

"Zechuan, remember your identity, you are the young master of the Jane family."

"Mom, I have to carry my identity all the time, isn't that too tiring, don't think too much, what you and my father are worried about can't happen, go to sleep, it's getting late, I still have some business There are things to talk about, let’s go first.”

With few words, Jian Zechuan suppressed all the words that Mrs. Jian had prepared, and basically gave her no chance to speak.

It is a good thing to be proud of seeing the son he raised is getting better and better, but the bad thing is that this son is disobedient.

I was disobedient when I was young, and I couldn't control it.

After Jian Zechuan left, Jian Wanjun went upstairs and asked how the mother and son were doing.

Mrs. Jane sighed: "I think it's better to leave it alone. You can't control it, and I can't control it. If he doesn't let go, it doesn't matter what we say. Maybe he knows it well."

Mrs. Jane is not sure about what she said.

Jian Wanjun hurriedly turned back and forth in the room: "It's that little girl who doesn't want to marry Ze Chuan, so I'm more worried."

Men don't all have that little hobby, the less they can't get, the better they feel.

The more the other party doesn't want to, the more they want to conquer.

Xin Ai really has no advantages, but her behavior and things are different from those of a normal adopted woman. She plays cards that you will never imagine, and she can bring a steady stream of freshness to her son.

How dangerous is this?