Yang Lin's eyes dimmed, "Grandpa, grandma."

An Zhonghui nodded lukewarmly, but Zhou Qin grabbed her hand and looked at her haggard appearance, feeling a little distressed.

"Lin'er, your face doesn't look very good. Have you not had a rest recently?"

Yang Lin bit her lip lightly and said nothing.

An Rong pretended to wipe away tears that did not exist in the corner of her eyes, "It's not that those paparazzi have been chasing Lin'er recently, they are all the harm, and Lin'er's career has been affected."

"If you do something wrong, you should examine the problem from yourself." After being silent for a long time, An Zhonghui suddenly spoke.

With a sharp gaze swept over, An Rong was immediately calm.

She lowered her head aggrievedly and pulled Yang Lin's sleeve.

Yang Lin was unmoved and looked at the ground with a dull look. Since the incident of being "catched" by someone in the hotel on the spot, she has stopped talking.

"Aqin, let the kitchen prepare more dishes. Today, Azhe and the others are back. You all pay attention and don't make any troubles, otherwise you can get out of the house." An Zhonghui beat out in a cold voice.

The others didn't say anything, Zhou Qin was a little dissatisfied and didn't dare to show it.

If it weren't for her son's sake, she would have hoped that Jian Qing and the others would never come here again.

Outside, the sound of the car's engine was faintly heard.

"uncle!"

At the door, the servant's voice was a bit respectful.

Everyone looked in the voice, and An Zhe walked in with a woman. When the two of them approached and saw the woman's appearance clearly, Zhou Qin and his group's faces suddenly changed.

That expression seemed to be seeing a ghost.

Except for the news that An Zhonghui knew that Jian Wei was not dead, everyone else was also kept in the dark.

An Chong's eyes were locked at the person standing beside An Zhe, his pupils were dilated, his brain was blank, and the sounds around him were inaudible.

She, she is still alive...

Jian Wei looked up at the person in the living room. When she saw An Chong, she just looked away from her eyes. Her cold attitude deeply hurt An Chong.

Compared to back then, her eyes looked at him became more and more cold.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and An Rong took two steps back and hit the cylinder behind her.

She looked at Jian Wei in panic and swallowed, "What happened back then has nothing to do with me. If you want to take revenge, don't look for me."

Jian Wei looked at her calmly, neither happy nor angry, which made An Rong even more panicked.

"An Rong, don't talk nonsense." An Zhonghui saw a little displeasure in his son's eyes, so he quickly stood up.

"Dad, see clearly that she is Jian Wei, maybe she is here to seek revenge on us." An Rong quickly walked to his side with a nervous expression.

"Enough." An Zhonghui's face turned pale, "She is Jian Wei, she is still alive. According to her seniority, you should call her sister-in-law and yell at her all day long, what kind of morality is it."

An Rong was stunned on the spot like a bolt from the blue.

An Chong rushed to Mo Xiao, his eyes always stayed away from Jian Wei, "You, are you still alive?"

Mo Xiao frowned, protected Jian Wei, blocked An Chong's burning gaze, and shouted warningly, "A Chong!"

"An!" Jian Wei pulled Mo Xiao's hand, stepped forward, and met An Chong's sight, "Yes, I'm still alive."

She paused and turned her eyes to the others, "I don't plan to pursue the matter back then, so some people should not cause trouble for me, after all, I am not the Jian Wei who lost her memory back then."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qin and An Rong hid behind An Zhonghui.

"Okay, it's getting late, so go to the ancestral hall first." An Zhonghui said.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qin and An Rong hurriedly followed behind him.

In the courtyard, Shinniao sat on Quan Jingwu's shoulder, stretching out his little hands to grab the oranges on the tree.

This orange tree was planted by Mr. An. On weekdays, he likes to sit under this tree for a while.

Perhaps the servants took good care of them and a lot of oranges were born on the trees.

A little far apart, you can smell a fragrant orange smell.

Nineteen's rosy little mouth opened lightly, a wisp of suspicious silver thread hung on the corner of his mouth, and his little arm like a lotus root tried hard to grab the orange on his head.

As soon as his little finger poked the orange, Quan Jingwu hugged him down. The orange he had received flew away. The nineteenth little mouth sagged, and his bright purple eyes looked at Jian Qing with water, preparing to get flooded the next second.

Jian Qing photographed Quan Jingwu laughed and cried, "Don't always tease her son."

Quan Jingwu looked at the aggrieved little guy in his arms, chuckled and stretched out his strong arms, and easily picked an orange.

"Nineteen, do you want it?"

Looking at the yellow orange, Shijiu immediately took back his tears, opened his mouth, and hurriedly snatched the orange from his hand, "You want it."

Quan Jingwu gently pinched his little face, then picked another orange and handed it to Shiqi.

An Yu looked at the happy smile on Jian Qing's face and compared her current situation, she couldn't help feeling sarcastic.

Her Jian Qing's mother was not dead, but her mother was dead.

Why is God always so unfair? All good things fall on Jian Qing, but she has nothing.

Beside her, Yang Lin saw Jian Qing's family of four, and stayed for only a few seconds before retracting her gaze.

"Grandpa!" Shiqi saw Mo Xiao and Jian Wei, showing off the oranges that Quan Jingwu picked for him, "Orange."

Mo Xiao shaved the tip of his nose lightly and reached out to hug him, "Do you want to give it to your grandfather?"

"No." Seventeen hid the orange in their arms, and the clear black pupils flashed with a sly smile, "Give it to grandma."

"Haha." Jian Wei smiled and bloomed.

An Zhonghui looked at the Seventeen in Mo Xiao's arms, and his eyes slipped through his incomprehensible envy.

After glancing at Jian Qing beside him, he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The ancestral hall is located on the east side of the old house. A gust of autumn wind blows, and a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers wafts.

In the yard, the two osmanthus trees are almost the same age as the old man.

Today I am going to worship the old master. Early in the morning, Zhonghui asked someone to prepare the worship items. There are all kinds of food on the sandalwood table.

An Zhonghui was the first to go in and burn incense, and then Mo Xiao and the others.

An Chong went out to the fragrance and came out of it. He saw Jian Wei standing under the tree. He hesitated for a while and finally walked over.

Jian Wei reached out to catch the falling petals and played with them at her fingertips.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned around, raised her eyes and met An Chong's complicated eyes, and her expression was faint.

"Yun Xi, no, no, it should be Jian Wei." An Chong looked at the woman in front of him with attachment, and a bitter smile crawled on the corner of his mouth.

Jian Wei, "Is there anything wrong?"
Chapter completed!