Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 193

Others in the program team looked at each other.

The director's heart was beating fast, he lowered his head and opened Yan Lu's phone.

The tickets were given by Bai Zian, and the people were arranged by Bai Zian. The director knew that the key point of the whole thing was Bai Zian.

Yan Lu's call was quickly answered, and she was a little surprised: "Director?"

"That's it, Yan Lu," after all, it was Zhang Weizhi's call, and the director didn't dare to hide it, "Director Zhang just called."

He recounted the whole incident in a concise and concise manner.

Yan Lu hung up the phone and thought for a moment. Director Zhang and Sun Dan were the same family. Sun Dan was introduced to her by Jiang Fuli. Instead of telling Bai Qian, she sent the news to Jiang Fuli.

Monday, school is over in the afternoon.

Bai Zian lazily followed a group of people outside. She had headphones in her ears and a black schoolbag in her hand.

Listening to English.

The phone rang several times.

They are Jiang Fuli and Jiang He respectively.

Teacher Jiang: [[Picture]]

Teacher Jiang: [Landed]

Jiang Xiaoniao:【,】

I don't know what happened to him on the plane. Jiang He started to refresh Bai Xian's screen as soon as he got off the plane. Bai Xian couldn't help laughing when he looked at the WeChat messages between the two of them.

Slowly replied to Jiang He, and then clicked on the picture Jiang Fuli sent.

It's raining in Jiangjing.

It rarely rains in Xiangcheng, so Bai Qian took a photo of him on a sunny day and sent it to him. At this time, there was not much traffic at the school entrance.

Xu Nanjing was sitting on the curb and talking to Xiao Bingwen on the phone.

He raised his eyebrows, "You said she has a black background?"

Xu Nanjing heard the name Yan Lu more than once. At this time, Xiao Bingwen was very surprised when he did a popular science.

“She was the one I saw in the fighting arena that day,” Xiao Bingwen said in a calm voice, “Heishui Street, you dare to take a camera to film, do you believe that she has no background?”

Xu Nanjing saw Bai Qian, he stood up and waved to Bai Qian.

“But it is said that Yan Lu has been in seclusion for a long time, and no one can contact her,” Xiao Bingwen said, “I am waiting for Shuhe, and his teacher will definitely be able to contact Yan Lu.”

Liu Shuhe's teacher is Dean Jian, and Dean Jian is Yan Lu's arranger.

Xu Nanjing said "hmm" and asked about another thing: "Have you found the person you mentioned?"

“It's not that easy to find,” Xiao Bingwen sighed. “This person is even more mysterious than He Wen. Jiang Da officials can't find secret information. At least we know who he is and what he looks like.”

"Are you sure you can come to the newbies' party?" Xu Nanjing was also surprised, "Brother Jiang didn't go either."

"Can this be compared?" Xiao Bingwen smiled, and then said seriously, "After I met Shuhe, I went to Xiangcheng. Director Chen and the others had received an invitation letter from the auction house before."

"Okay, I'll walk around Heishui Street in the next two days to get some news." Xu Nanjing said lazily.

Seeing Bai Zian coming over, Xu Nanjing hung up the phone, casually stuffed the phone into his pocket, curled his lips at Bai Zian, "I'll take you back."

Ever since the motorcycle, Xu Nanjing has cared deeply about Bai Zian.

　　　Bai Qian eats soft food but not hard food, "Thank you."

“Tell me how to thank you.” Xu Nanjing raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Jiang Fuli returned to Jiangjing, he should be the messenger who protects the flowers.

Bai Zian sat in the back seat.

Xu Nanjing started the car, turned on the music, and slowly drove the car onto the road.

As soon as the music started, I suddenly switched to English reading.

Xu Nanjing was startled by the sudden appearance of complicated English. In the back seat, Bai Qian lowered the window, rested her elbow on the window, and tapped lazily on the window with her fingertips. She also paused when she heard the sound of reading echoing in the car. .

Xu Nanjing drove the car that Jiang Fuli usually used.

As soon as the car started, Bluetooth was automatically disconnected and the earphones were automatically connected. Bai Zian slid down and turned off Bluetooth, "Sorry."

“It's okay, you keep playing, otherwise I may lose the right to drive when Brother Jiang comes back.” Xu Nanjing looked at the rearview mirror, he reacted and held back his laughter.

But he wasn't kidding.

Bai Zian lowered his head silently.

Xu Nanjing turned the car around and smiled again, "Sister Bai Zian, don't you think about what I proposed before?"

Bai Zian still didn't make a sound.

Xu Nanjing added: "Then...you add my mother on WeChat? She has wanted to see you for a long time."

He settles for the next best thing.

It's okay to add a WeChat account. Bai Zian didn't refuse this time.

She was leaning against the car door, the wind blowing the broken hair on her forehead. Just when she was about to talk to Xu Nanjing, her cell phone rang.

　　is Dean Jian.

“What have you been doing recently?” On the other end of the phone, Dean Jian raised her hand to stop the music in the classroom, her voice was helpless.

A bunch of people were following him around to get information.

Including Mr. Chen.

Dean Jian has never found himself so popular. When he asked Yan Lu, the source was Bai Zian.

In the classroom, other people heard Dean Jian's voice and looked at each other. Dean Jian was always serious, even when facing three apprentices, he was very strict. His teaching videos were said to be crazy.

　　Except for the last time it was rumored that he greeted a senior high school student, this was the first time I heard him speak in such a gentle tone.

The man exchanged glances with the woman next to him to hide his surprise.

Bai Qian raised her eyebrows. She put her schoolbag aside and said slowly, "No, you have to get over it."

“…” Dean Jian was a little speechless, but this was Bai Qian, “Okay, get over it, what about your new song? I've been waiting for more than a month.”

"Soon." Bai Qian still used these two words to deal with him.

"Can you respect your aura?" Dean Jian was also convinced. Bai Qian was leaving her natural aura unused, and he felt sorry for her.

Bai Qian realized that the questioning was fake, but forcing her to sing was real.

She hung up the phone with a few perfunctory words.

Dean Jian lowered his head and looked at his phone: "..."

Forget it, he looked at the five or six people in the classroom, his expression regained solemnity: "That's the end of today's class." He took his mobile phone and left.

In the classroom, a woman wearing a camel sweater stood up. She picked up her scarf and said, "Senior brother, who do you think...the teacher was calling just now?"

　　"Teacher's attitude," the man picked up the guzheng, his eyes deep, "the new song... should be the one who arranged it."

Liu Shuhe took a deep breath and said, "I think so."

Bai Zian, she hung up the phone.

It was a red light. Xu Nanjing glanced at the rearview mirror and asked casually, "Who is it?"

The tone doesn't sound like Jiang Fuli or a classmate.

“Old friend.” This is how Bai Qian described Dean Jian.

"You have a really good relationship with your old friend." Xu Nanjing tapped the steering wheel with her fingertips. He was just waiting for the red light to get bored before asking a few questions. When the light turned green, he started the car.

We arrived at Qingshui Street in a short time.

Bai Zian thanked him and got off the car.

Xu Nanjing looked through the car window and saw a man with yellow hair squatting at the street corner.

As soon as the yellow-haired man saw Bai Zian, he stood up immediately, took something and handed it to Bai Zian. Because Bai Zian turned slightly to the side, Xu Nanjing could not see clearly.

He only took out his mobile phone and reported to Jiang Fuli—

　　【There is a will-o'-the-wisp talking to Sister Aji! 】

He described Huang Mao very roughly.

Then he found Bai Qian's WeChat account, clicked on her business card, and recommended her to Gao Yan.

Gao Yan received the message, clicked it and raised her eyebrows: "Who is this?" 】

It's no wonder Gao Yan asked, Bai Xian's avatar in the ancient city tower really looks like an old man.

Xu Nanjing said slowly: [Sister Bai Xian. 】

Gao Yan was too lazy to reply to Xu Nanjing, so she directly clicked on Bai Xian's business card, added her as a friend, and sent a message—

Hello, I am Xu Nanjing's mother]

Friday is Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Having three days off.

Thursday evening, Ren Wanxuan received a call from Ji Shaorong, "Dad."

"Wanxuan," Ji Shaorong's voice was very tired, "I'm busy during this period and don't have time. Your uncle is not here either. Tomorrow is Tomb-Sweeping Day, you go to worship with grandpa on behalf of dad."

Ren Wanxuan was still doing her homework. She didn't want to waste time, "Dad, I still have to talk to grandpa..."

“Wan Xuan.” Ji Shaorong's voice was rare and serious.

Ren Wanxuan said "Oh".

Ren Wanxuan got up early the next morning, and she didn't look very well.

At the dinner table, Ren Qian glanced at her and said, "If your father asks you to go, just go and have a look."

In the past, Ren Wanxuan never went back once during Qingming Festival, and Ren Qian would not let her go back. Today, Ren Qian relented.

After all, the Ren family is not as good as before, and the Xu family is there, and Ren Qian doesn't want this relationship to fade.

Ren Wanxuan reluctantly changed her clothes and went to Ji's house.

Arrived at Qingshui Street, she got out of the car in disgust, but saw a black business car opposite. In the past, Ren Wanxuan would definitely think about how such a car could appear here, but today she was not in the mood to see it.

She stepped on the stone slabs of Qingshui Street and walked to Ji Heng's house, complaining about why the Xu family didn't change Ji Heng's residence.

When knocking on the door, Ren Wanxuan suppressed the disgusted expression on her face, and Ji Heng opened the door from the inside.

"Grandpa," Ren Wanxuan walked in casually. She looked at the stone table and stools in the yard, but did not sit down. She only said to Ji Heng, "My dad asked me to go with you to worship."

She behaved very politely.

Ji Heng was wearing black clothes today, holding a cigarette pole in his hand. He stepped back to the left and looked at Ren Wanxuan. Ren Wanxuan was wearing a foundation dress with exquisite tailoring. She also had two delicate red ladybug hairpins on her head. The eldest lady is gorgeously and beautifully dressed.

Beside, Bai Zian came out with Qin in his arms.

Today Bai Qian is wearing a linen button-up top and black ice silk trousers underneath. Her hair is still held up with only a log-colored wooden hairpin, as plain as ever.

Bai Qian saw Ren Wanxuan and said nothing. Ji Heng said last night that he was going to pay homage during the Qingming Festival.

Having been in this world for so long, Bai Qian has only seen Bai Qiming's ancestral hall.

She has never seen her grandmother's tablet, and no one in the Ji family has mentioned it, except for the elusive Ji Shaorong, and her grandmother, whom she has never heard of.

As for Ji Heng, there are so many expensive cloths in the house, and Bai Zian can recognize them. Ji Heng doesn't talk about Bai Zian and doesn't ask about them, just like Ji Heng doesn't ask about Bai Zian.

Both the grandfather and the grandson knew that the other had secrets, and they knew it tacitly.

Bai Qian was not curious about what Ji Shaorong was doing. She was just curious about this grandma whom she had never seen or heard of.

Finally going to see it today?

Ji Heng looked at Ren Wanxuan again. He struck an old-fashioned match and lit the smoke. "It's a bit far to worship, and we have to walk a long mountain road. Can you do it?"

Hearing that it was far away and had to take a mountain road, Ren Wanxuan's expression changed.

But she didn't say anything and grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands.

"Go back," Ji Heng lowered his cloudy eyes, his voice unclear, "A's body is good enough to climb mountains, but your body is not as good as hers."

Means that you don't have to go.

Ren Wanxuan was secretly happy, but there was hesitation on her face: "Is this good...but my dad said..."

“I'll go talk to your dad,” Ji Heng blew out a smoke ring and said softly, “Don't worry, it's okay.”

"Okay," Ren Wanxuan took out her phone. She suppressed her excitement, "Then grandpa... I'll go back first?"

"Well, be careful on the road." Ji Heng waited for her to leave the yard, then raised his head and said to Bai Xian in a deep voice: "Pack up, we will leave immediately."

He turned around and went back to his room to get the things for worship.

"Okay." Bai Qian nodded. She looked at Ji Heng's back thoughtfully.

At the intersection of Qingshui Street.

Ming Dongheng saw Ji Heng and Bai Qian holding chrysanthemums and a bunch of items. He quickly got out of the driver's seat and the back door opened automatically: "Miss Bai, Mr. Ji."

He didn't say what he was here for, but the meaning was obvious.

Ji Heng glanced at him, thought for nearly a minute, and finally refused: "Thank you."

He and Bai Zian got into the business car.

"Mr. Ji, where are you going?" Ming Dongheng fastened his seat belt and looked in the rearview mirror.

Ji Heng reported an address in a low voice. Ming Dongheng opened his phone and entered the address. When he saw the end point, he was stunned.

…Time hits a new high, people are numb

Chapter end

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