When Jiang Zimo heard that she had been deprived of the right to drive, and that a Volvo had to be forced into her car, she immediately wanted to protest. Oh my God, that car was so ugly, let alone asking her to drive it.
Even if I ask her to sit down, she feels like she's losing her status! That's just for uncles and aunts, okay?
However, thinking of the reason why Murong Qingzhen asked him to come over, he held back again.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the second courtyard of the Murong family compound. When they reached the entrance of the courtyard, Jiang Zimo looked around and asked in a low voice: "Where is your dad?"
Murong Qingzhen turned around and held her hand, and said softly: "He has been staying in the room where my aunt lived before she was alive. It's useless to invite anyone. Forget it, I think he needs some time to forget.
Let’s ignore some things for now. Come on, let me introduce you to someone first.”
The two of them walked all the way to the flower stand in the yard. It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and the weather had been fine in the past week. The servants of the Murong family moved all the orchids from all over the house to this sunny place.
Ample nook to see the light.
The red sandalwood flower stand was originally covered with green pothos. In the corner, there were large clusters of winter jasmine flowers that were in their prime. They were lined with petals of different colors such as Phalaenopsis, Dancing Girl Orchid, Cymbidium Orchid, etc.
People feel that they are full of life and dizzying.
Jiang Zimo looked at the person standing under the flower stand from a distance, and wondered who it was that Murong Qingzhen could introduce to her in such a serious manner. When she walked up to him and took a look, she couldn't help but be stunned.
Living.
The man was wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe, with a pale face and long flowing hair. He had a white whisk as a prop in his hand like a TV show. When he saw Jiang Zimo, his eyes suddenly felt as cold as a thousand blades.
The ice became as sharp as ice. Even though it only took a blink of an eye, it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable all over her body.
Murong Qingzhen was usually a very sensitive person, but he did not notice the subtle change in his fiancée's mood at this time. He took Jiang Zimo's hand and introduced to the Taoist priest: "Master Qiu Chen, this is my fiancée Jiang Yarong.
Ya Rong, this is Master Qiu Chen, the first heavenly master of the Maoshan sect from western Hunan. This master came all the way for your father's illness and brought us much-needed medicine. Speaking of which, we should really take care of him.
Thank him for that."
Because it was in front of outsiders, he didn't call her by her nickname. In this regard, Jiang Zimo felt extremely considerate.
Jiang Zimo smiled reluctantly at Master Qiu Chen and said, "Hello, Master." As she spoke, she felt that sharp gaze scanning her body.
When she calmed down and looked again, the other party seemed to have nothing to do. While chatting with Murong Qingyi, he lifted up his robe and sat down on the stool under the flower stand.
With her female instinct, Jiang Zimo could immediately tell that the Taoist priest named Qiu Chen was somewhat hostile to her. But why? She couldn't remember it at the moment.
After a few pleasantries, Taoist Qiu Chen asked the little Taoist boy who was following him to bring the medicine over. Jiang Zimo's attention was immediately attracted, as the small silver jar was filled with layers of
Opening it, she was so absorbed in looking at it that she didn't even notice a cold gaze looking at her lower abdomen.