"It''s getting late. I should go back. Little girl, take good care of herself and my son. Young people have something to say. Don''t quarrel." Murongqiu looked kindly at Xiangyang and explained slowly.

    "Well, OK, I will. I''ll take you out." Xiangyang also stood up and smiled sweetly at Murong Qiu.

    Murongqiu went to the door and patted Xiangyang on the shoulder, indicating that she would not send her again: "go back, wait for my son to come back."

    Xiangyang nodded and sent murongqiu away.

    A few days passed quickly. Murong Qiu has been in a good mood since he talked to Xiangyang. She felt that the day of having grandchildren was just around the corner, and her mind had begun to think about the name of her eldest grandson.

    "Madam, here is today''s letter." The red woman came and put some envelopes on the tea table.

    "Well, OK, I see. Go and be busy." Murongqiu sat down in front of the tea table and nodded to hongpo while opening the envelope.

    Murong Qiu opened several envelopes, all of which were letters from some old friends. Although science and technology have developed, people of their generation are still used to writing letters. Their handwriting marks a person and looks very friendly. Murongqiu sighed after reading his old friend''s letter. It was strange to see the cover of the last letter. The letter had no address and signature. Murongqiu still opened it. When she took out the picture in the envelope, her whole hand shook with anger.

    Murongqiu angrily threw the photos on the table. The photos scattered on the table impressively looked like Xiang Yang lying in Song Zhe''s arms.

    Murongqiu took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Yuanzhou.

    "Son, go home this noon. I have something to tell you." Murongqiu tried to hold back his anger and said in a calm voice.

    "OK, I see." Jiang Yuanzhou listened to his mother''s voice. He read today''s newspaper. He probably understood what murongqiu was going to say, but he didn''t have time to say too much. He was trying to command the public relations to eliminate public opinion.

    Murongqiu didn''t want to say more, so she hung up the phone. Her chest fluctuated rapidly. She deeply felt that she had been deceived by the pure and innocent appearance of Xiangyang.

    The old house of the Chiang family is surging, and the city a is also choppy. The headlines of the whole newspaper in city a are all the relatives of the new love Party of the boss of Dunhuang. The photos in the newspaper are those received by murongqiu. Many reporters are squatting in the Dunhuang company building with Jiang Yuanzhou, and some people are waiting for Xiangyang at the gate of A.

    At noon, Jiang Yuanzhou asked Qiao bin to go out from the front door of the company to attract the attention of reporters, and he quietly drove away from the back door. Jiang Yuanzhou called Xiangyang with headphones while driving. He ordered Xiangyang to come out of the most remote East Gate of a university, where he would continue to Xiangyang.

    Jiang Yuanzhou galloped to the east gate of a to pick up Xiangyang. When Xiangyang got on the bus, some people like reporters caught up. Jiang Yuanzhou hurried to the old house of Jiang family with the steering wheel.

    Jiang''s old house is quiet, unlike Jiang Yuanzhou''s house and a gate, which are full of reporter paparazzi. After Jiang Yuanzhou''s car stopped for a long time, Xiang Yang nervously opened the door and leaned out of the car. Xiang Yanggang got out of the car. Listening to the peace around, she breathed a sigh of relief.

    Jiang Yuanzhou''s look did not ease. He knew there was a storm waiting for him at home.

    "Let''s go." Jiang Yuanzhou pulled up Xiangyang and went to the villa.

    Xiangyang and Jiang Yuanzhou went in quietly. As soon as they went in, they saw Murong Qiu and Jiang Qingwei sitting seriously on the sofa.

    Jiang Yuanzhou looked at this posture and paused. He still pulled Xiangyang to sit down.

    "Tell me." Murong Qiu looked at Xiangyang coldly and said only these three words.

    "Xiangyang was framed. She was a little weak at that time. This person was like her brother and watched her grow up from childhood." Although Jiang Yuanzhou was dissatisfied with Song Zhe, he knew what was going on with these photos. He looked at murongqiu firmly.

    "This kind of posture is not very good with anyone. Those who throw themselves into the arms don''t pay attention to the influence at all. We Chiang family want face." Murongqiu was distressed that her son was still protecting the woman. She stared coldly at Xiangyang without leaving any kindness.

    Xiangyang was very disturbed by this look. It was difficult for her to connect the cold face in front of her with the kind and gentle murongqiu a few days ago.

    "In short, I know what was going on at that time. Later, I was there. It''s not what you think. These paparazzi are making rumors. You have to make some judgment." Jiang Yuanzhou still protects Xiangyang. He doesn''t want his family to have an opinion on Xiangyang.

    "Since you''ve said that, let''s do it for the time being." Murongqiu looked at Jiang Yuanzhou, who insisted, and continued to be aggressive, but she was still dissatisfied with Xiangyang.

    "Mother, I want to discuss something with you." when Jiang Yuanzhou saw that murongqiu was no longer targeting Xiangyang, he thought about his residence and felt that they should avoid the limelight for a few days.

    "What''s up?" Murongqiu''s attitude is still not very relaxed. She is very disappointed that her son is protecting a girl with bad character.

    "I want to live here with Xiangyang these days. Our residence is really crowded." Jiang Yuanzhou looked at murongqiu with a slightly pleading look. He was a little worried that his mother''s temper would not agree.

    ... murongqiu was silent for a long time. Then she sighed and said, "don''t make any more trouble, or you all pack up and leave." Murongqiu then turned and went upstairs. Jiang Qingwei followed his wife in silence.

    In this way, Xiang Yang lived in Jiang''s old house. She and Jiang Yuanzhou lived in Jiang Yuanzhou''s original room. Perhaps because he has been busy dealing with news and public opinion recently, Jiang Yuanzhou often disappeared. In order to avoid the harassment of the paparazzi, Xiangyang asked for a long absence instead of going to class, which led to a leisurely walk in the old house of Chiang family. Murongqiu ignored Xiangyang because of the photo storm. If she can avoid it, it''s not good for Xiangyang to provoke murongqiu with an embarrassed face, but she''s getting moldy in Jiang''s old house

    Xiangyang had no choice but to turn out the book she asked hongpo to help buy and ran downstairs to the small pavilion in the courtyard to sit and watch. Xiangyang was immersed in the world in the book. She didn''t know that a handsome boy with some hostility in the distance was watching her silently.

    Jiang Sihan put his hands in his jeans bag and observed the woman in the pavilion. A beige skirt and shawl long hair made her look particularly artistic. Apricot eyes looked at the book in his hand greatly and attentively. His white face and pink red lips were particularly bright. Is this the person Jiang Yuanzhou likes? Nothing special, Jiang Sihan chewed gum and thought a little depressed. Jiang Sihan decided to go up and talk to the woman to see what was special.