Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Although she is not the one in power, Jiang Xinlian has been very tired these days.

Unlike Qin Yuchen who had been in power for a long time, Jiang Wenjing killed the father and son of the Lu family and stepped on them to gain power. In order to secure the position of the head of the family, the time and energy he spent were multiplied.

In her life, she had only suffered a brief period of hardship when she was eight years old. The rest of the time, she was as leisurely and free as she wanted. Unexpectedly, when she grew up, she gave all the hardship back to her brother.

Jiang Wenjing and his confidants held a meeting in the study. Jiang Xinlian no longer cared about her image and fell on the sofa waiting for her brother to come out. However, while waiting, she closed her eyes and fell asleep without knowing when.

The maid looked at her from a distance and whispered, "She really looks like her, worthy of being..."

Biological siblings.

Jiang Wenjing's appearance combines the best qualities of his father and mother. It was his beautiful appearance that made his father and mother think of having another daughter.

They don't ask for her to be as beautiful as Xiaojing, they would be satisfied with half of her.

As a result, after their daughter was born, both parents were overjoyed but also a little amused.

"Xiao Xingxing and Xiao Jing are cut from the same cloth. The younger sister doesn't look like us, but more like her brother."

"It's good this way," Jiang's mother said with a smile, touching her son's face with one hand and caressing her daughter with the other. "When you look at yourselves, you can remember that you have a sister and a brother by your side."

Jiang Wenjing held his sister who was as fat as a pig. He saw her yawning sleepily and staring at him with her round eyes. He immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Jiang Xinlian grinned and laughed, and hugged his head with her chubby legs, opened her mouth and took a bite on his face. The little one was actually a bad guy, and deliberately spit on his face.

Jiang Wenjing was shocked at first and couldn't accept it. His mysophobia since childhood was cured by her. He took a tissue and wiped his face with an expressionless face.

He said, "A miracle doctor."

……

After the meeting, when Jiang Wenjing went downstairs, he saw Jiang Xinlian lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

She has really worked hard during this period.

His head was hit and the doctor summarized his symptoms as amnesia, but in detail, it was more like his memory was shrouded by a veil, and he had no way to lift the veil. Only with Jiang Xinlian's hand could he see everything clearly and recall everything.

Although he couldn't remember, couldn't remember the relationship between the two of them, what he said before was true, looking at her, he did feel familiarity and another, stranger emotion.

Jiang Wenjing stood beside the sofa, looking down at her with an indecipherable expression.

Jiang Xinlian had her long hair tied into a loose bun. Because she was lying on her side, most of her hair was stuck to her face. The hair floated with her breathing, tickling her cheeks.

He made a gesture to the maid, who understood and quickly and quietly brought over a few thin rubber bands.

He gathered the hair into a loose bundle, untied the hairband that was tied very carelessly, separated half a strand, and braided her hair with some clumsiness.

Grip the hair in half, divide one strand into three, and braid them left and right.

The originally awkward movements suddenly became skillful, as if he had done this a long time ago.

A beautiful braid was quickly formed. He gently placed it to one side, holding the other strand, his eyes falling on Jiang Xinlian's face.

I’m still like when I was a kid and can’t tie my hair by myself.

Jiang Wenjing's fingers paused slightly, his expression slightly dazed.

When I was a kid...

His eyes froze, looking closely at her profile.

From the first time he saw her after waking up, he knew that she must be living a good life. There were no signs of suffering on her face or fingers. She was beautiful, with slightly fleshy cheeks. When he looked at her, he always felt that she was still a child.

child……

Jiang Wenjing pursed his thin lips and his peach blossom eyes slowly opened.

"..."

The memory that suddenly appeared was her, but also not her. It was a young child who looked similar to her.

She looked up and called him, her beautiful long hair a little frizzy: "Headache"

"It's not a headache."

He heard his own voice, and his skinny fingers moved skillfully, braiding two furry pigtails for her:

"It just weighed down my hair."

"I……"

Jiang Wenjing was stunned, his fingers clenched uncontrollably, and the half-tied rubber band could not bear the weight and broke with a "snap".

He felt a tingling pain at his fingertips, and loosened the braid that had not yet been braided, and stood up hastily, with that indescribable strange emotion surging and boiling at this moment.

He didn't look at her and quickly left the living room.

Jiang Xinlian was awakened by his series of actions. When she opened her eyes, she saw his leaving back and tilted her head in confusion.

What is he doing?

She sat up, letting her half-braided hair fall out and letting the other braid hang neatly over her shoulder.

She touched it, brought it to her eyes and took a look. Suddenly she wanted to laugh:

“You still only know how to braid your hair this way.”

brother.

*

The room was dim, simple and cold.

The only furniture was smashed to pieces, covering the entire room with stains.

Jiang Wenjing had no idea how he ended up here. He stood there, with a deathly silence in his ears.

No, there is the sound of water.

Drop by drop, it drips from great height onto the ground, dripping faster and faster, and getting more and more intense.

He followed the sound, walked through the mess on the ground, and finally stopped.

It turned out that it was not the sound of water, but blood.

The child whom I had seen in a trance during the day, was small and quietly leaning against the edge of a chair, her soft face covered with hideous scratches, blood oozing out from the wounds, gathering into drops and dripping onto the ground.

"..."

Hearing the footsteps, the child slowly raised her head and looked at him. She opened her mouth and seemed to call him:

"It hurts……"

He didn't hear what she called out, he only heard her pain and saw her blood.

Jiang Wenjing

Another voice announced calmly, exposing his incompetence and weakness.

"You are trash"

……

"!"

The curtains in the room were closed. Jiang Wenjing woke up suddenly and lay on the bed in a daze.

Is it a dream? Is it a dream?

Before the mind can make an objective judgment, the body has already learned the truth.

A severe headache accompanied by dizziness hit his brain. He clenched his teeth tightly and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Well, uh..."

He reached out his hand tremblingly and struggled to knock over the glass of water on the bedside table.

Soon, the Jiang family, which had been quiet late at night, became noisy.

Zheng Zhe knocked on Jiang Xinlian's door in a hurry, with an anxious look on his face:

"Sister, something happened to Brother Jing!"