Murong Yuanhong naturally understood the insinuations of these words. He glared at his son angrily and said angrily: "You are celebrating the New Year, you can't say a nice word. You are pretending to be a ghost, how can you say such things in front of your ancestors?
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Murong Qingzhen knew better. He picked up a stick of incense and after looking at it, he shook his head and said: "Either someone is up to something, or someone has a guilty conscience. Azi, you have been wronged. These incense sticks were all used for sex."
It's frozen, and except for the top one which can be burned, it's impossible to light the rest. I'm going to cross-examine the person who handled it later, and I will definitely give you justice."
Seeing that the matter had been discussed, Jiang Zimo didn't want to say anything more. He just felt sincere disdain for Murong Yuanhong's unflattering actions, and thought to himself: How could such a person become a big deal? So he shook his head,
He said: "No, I'm a little tired. Please help me take a rest."
After saying that, he didn't even bother to offer incense again. He pulled Murong Qingyi and walked straight out of the ancestral hall, leaving only Murong Yuanhong and his wife looking at each other with incomprehensible expressions behind them.
The sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner that followed was naturally boring to everyone. Murong Qingyi and Murong Yuanhong, father and son, barely looked at each other because of the incident in the ancestral hall. Jiang Zimo could see this.
I understand, but I sneered in my heart: You will have something good to look at in a while.
After finishing the meal, the servant served tea and snacks. Murong Yuanhong originally wanted to go back to his room after finishing the meal, but he was called away by a phone call.
Seeing her confused look, Murong Qingzhen explained: "I heard it was called by the Public Security Bureau. My father's sworn brother just committed something in the casino, and he rushed over to get him bail.
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Jiang Zimo smiled slightly, thinking that Bai Lu's uncle was really neat in doing things, and even the timing was right. It seemed that he would still have to send some New Year's gifts to people in a few days to express his gratitude.
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As soon as Murong Yuanhong left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. Mrs. Murong was smiling happily while talking to her son and daughter-in-law, while watching the TV screen.
Jiang Zimo drank two cups of honey, lemon, grapefruit and red date tea, and said she wanted to go to the bathroom, so she walked out alone.
She stayed outside for more than ten minutes. When she came back, her face looked a little tired. Murong Qingzhen came over to support her and asked: "Azi, what's wrong with you? Why doesn't your face look so good?"
Mrs. Murong also noticed it, and Jiang Zimo took the opportunity to say that she was a little dizzy and wanted to go back and rest early.
Mrs. Murong was worried about the snow and slippery roads, so she wanted to let her sleep at home for one night, and arrange for the two of them to go to the hospital to pay New Year's greetings to Jiang's father early tomorrow morning. Jiang Zimo pretended to refuse and insisted on going back.
Coincidentally, the driver who went out to drive came back after a few minutes. He spread his hands in embarrassment and said: "Madam, Master, there is something wrong with the heating in the garage. Now the engine is covered with a thick layer of ice.
It really couldn’t start for a while.”
Madam Murong then smiled and said: "This is really God's choice. Ah Zi, I tell you not to pay attention to those vulgar etiquette. I will immediately ask Mother Zhou to arrange a guest room for you, right next to Qingzhi's room.