After silently scolding in his heart, Xiang Qian snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Never mind.

This family is like this anyway, if he can be free for a few more years, he will be free for a few more years.

God knows how long it will last.

Scold.

……

Half a month later.

Today is the seventy-fifth birthday of the old man Xiang Yan.

In order to welcome the arrival of this day, Xiang has been preparing for a long time, and even decided to set up a wealthy night banquet on the day of his birthday, banqueting the old man's close friends and all Xiang's business partners.

On such a big day, Xiang Xing has no reason not to participate.

After all, it's my grandfather's birthday.

So, the little guy changed into her special material dress, and after Aunt Zhuang picked up her makeup, she sat obediently at the door of the ward, waiting for the bodyguards of the Xiang family to come and pick her up.

Today, she didn't put a black wig on that white hair like the original owner did in the past.

Instead, he directly permed his silver-white hair into long curls, carefully tied a pair of lively and agile double ponytails, and then tied a long ribbon.

Since Jiang Yue's ancient costume cosplay, all of Xiang Xing's hairstyles have been replaced by double ponytails.

After all, because of some fundamental relationships with this hair color, she will feel a little old inexplicably if she changes to another hairstyle.

It's better to go straight to the tender ones.

It didn't take long for the Xiang family's bodyguards to arrive.

I saw that the group of elite black-clothed bodyguards stood in two rows straight in front of the door, and then shouted in unison, and neatly opened the ultraviolet-resistant parasols specially prepared for Xiang Xing with super protective capabilities.

Then, accompanied by Aunt Zhuang, the little guy walked towards the parking lot of the nursing home in the two rows of large umbrellas.

One thing to say, this battle is strange like what kind of queen and concubine went on patrol......

She sighed.

However, when Xiang Xing came to the Xiang family's car that had come to pick her up, she paused and stopped suddenly.

Staring straight at the black Bentley in front of him.

This car is not the one that used to pick up the original owner, and it belongs to the Bentley under the command of his grandfather Xiang Yan.

Although the model is the same, even the license plate is the same, but the original owner's intuition remaining in the hostel tells her that this one is definitely not.

Moreover, if it is not, the car also has the license plate of her grandfather's car, which naturally makes her feel more uneasy and feel a trace of potential danger.

Thinking of this, the little guy hurriedly called to the duck in the cage next to him: [Duck, check whose car it is.] ]

[Hey.] ]

Duck Duck answered, and immediately called up the retrieval system.

After looking for it, even it couldn't help but become serious, [Ah Xing, this car is Fang Yali's, and it's not a Bentley...... It's a specially modified car! ]

[This kind of car, let's not go up for it......]

Deliberately disguised as the old man's car, the devil knows what conspiracy is inside!

[I thought so too.] ]

Xiang Xing replied lightly.

After a pause, he simply stood still, did not move forward, and did not say anything.

Her abnormal behavior turned out to be a look at the bodyguards around her, and she was set up as Aunt Zhuang, all of whom looked confused.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Zhuang glanced at the sky, and then looked at the sunshine that was almost evening, but it was still unusually hot, and couldn't help but get closer to Xiang Xing worriedly, "We haven't healed yet, this sun can't shine!" ”