you are my white moonlight

The house jingled, and Jian Jianing called his name affectionately and shyly.

Jian Youqing tried to break free, but was held even tighter, and a group of people were about to push her into the house.

"Get out of the way, I will hit you later..."

Bang, Jiang Zhi couldn't stand still and fell to the ground, together with the crisp sound of the spatula falling to the ground, he looked embarrassed.

Jian Youqing was not much better than him, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the back room.

"Brother Till! How are you doing..."

Jian Jianing's eyes were red almost instantly, and when she saw Jian Youqing, she wanted to rush up and strangle her to death.

"Jia Ning..."

Jiang Zhi's voice was low and weak, and he reached out and grabbed Jian Jianing's cuff, taking away her sight.

"Brother Zhi, Brother Zhi blames her..."

"Youqing reminded me that I was not careful." A smile appeared on the embarrassed face, and stood up with Jian Jianing's support.

A dull pain in the injured leg...

The two people behind him let go of Jian Youqing, his arms were sore, and when he was exercising, He Qingfeng also came out of the bedroom.

The tone was abnormally excited, and she was driven out, "You still have the face to come back, broom star, get out..."

He took the broom by the wall and swung it towards Jian Youqing, but was blocked by bodyguards, one of whom was still holding a gun.

"You... how dare you..."

He Qingfeng's face turned pale in an instant, and his body fell backwards. Jian Jianing hurriedly supported her.

Out of breath, he hammered his chest fiercely, burst into tears, and complained as always.

Jian Youqing has heard these words countless times since she was a child, but every time, her heart still feels like being hit by a hammer.

She couldn't breathe in pain.

"Sinister, on days like this, you don't want to let the dead rest..."

"Jian Youqing, do you want to kill our family before you give up!"

Jian Youqing bit her lower lip with her teeth, He Qingfeng's old face was full of tears, dripping into the folds formed by wrinkles.

It's all her fault.

From her first arrival to now, everything that happened at home has been blamed on her.

But has anyone ever thought that she is more sad than anyone else, because of these brainless blames, she wants to end her life countless times.

"..."

Jian Youqing clenched her hands into fists and then loosened them. It seemed that things had accumulated to a certain point and they would not explode, only peace remained.

"Needless to say, I will stay here for a while. If not allowed, go and argue with Shao Tingchen. I wish I could go back to him now." Jian Youqing said lightly.

Turning a blind eye to those absurd and unreasonable troubles, he poured a glass of water, grabbed the wrist of one of the bodyguards, and showed his "work card".

"The cuffs are made of obsidian, probably in the whole world, and only Shao Tingchen's men will wear them."

He Qingfeng couldn't stop crying, and Jian Jianing sat on the ground together, her eyes were so red that they were bleeding, not just out of complaint.

She, Jian Youqing, is just a broom star, why are there so many good men around her, she is a bitch!

Jiang Zhizhi, who had been silent all this time, opened his thin lips lightly at this moment, limped to her side, and handed her two fresh sugar oranges.

His eyes turned tenderly, "Everyone should be here on such an occasion. Uncle Jian will be very happy to see you coming."

"..."

She never thought that she would really participate in the worship.

After being together for five years, Jian Hongan treated her as his own.

She left in a car accident five years ago, and Jian Ziji had accidents one after another, and she was completely kicked out of this room.

It was midnight at that time, and it was Jiang Zhizhi who personally found a house for her, and brought the driver to accompany her to buy daily necessities.

Now that he knows her thoughts, he can help her out.

How could she... connect him with the mastermind behind the scenes.