Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Jiang Wenjing is sick.

I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and suddenly fell ill with a splitting headache and almost fainted. When the doctor arrived, I immediately gave me an injection of sedative, which relieved the symptoms a little.

But it was only a relief. He still had nightmares every night and was restless. His illness was not completely cured and he was ill on and off. After a few days, his condition was even worse than before.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat stagnant.

Jiang Wenjing clenched his fist to his lips, endured the itch in his throat, and just coughed lightly.

The meal in front of him was rich and delicious, but he had no appetite and just ate a few bites with Jiang Xinlian.

Jiang Xinlian held the chopsticks and poked the food in the bowl from time to time. She didn't look like she had an appetite.

"dislike?"

Jiang Wenjing asked her.

The chopsticks hovered in the air, and she slowly smiled: "A little bit, I like sweets."

Jiang Wenjing glanced at the food on the table.

Not to mention the sweet and sour pork, honey lotus root, and milk and egg fermented glutinous rice wine, the mousse cake not far away is emitting a sweet aroma.

Which dish here is not sweet?

Jiang Wenjing was silent for a moment, then called the maid over: "Go make a bowl..."

Thinking of the vague memory of what he saw in his dream, he paused and said, "Make a bowl of pumpkin soup."

"..."

Jiang Xinlian raised her eyes, looked at him, and suddenly laughed: "I don't like eating pumpkin."

She put down her chopsticks: "I don't like drinking milk either. They are all bitter."

The maid beside her said quickly: "Miss Xin Lian likes sweets, you can put more sugar when making it, it won't be bitter."

"But I still don't like it."

"This……"

The maid looked at the man on the other side in embarrassment.

Jiang Wenjing was about to say something when he suddenly felt an itch in his throat. He turned his head away and coughed, saying in a weak voice, "What do you want to eat?"

"I?"

He never turned his head and looked at her again, just like he had done countless times before, leaving her with only an indifferent profile and a cold back.

Jiang Xinlian kept looking at him, and then she started laughing:

"You ask me? But you should know what I want to say."

She couldn't help wanting to laugh, she felt it was ironic and ridiculous: "After all, you raised me."

No need to speak or gesture, just look at her and you will know that she is hungry, sleepy, or in pain.

"Jiang Wenjing, look at me," she gradually stopped smiling and became calm, "Look at me, see if I'm hungry or sleepy."

"..."

Jiang Wenjing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up when he opened his eyes again: "It's getting late, tell the kitchen what you want to eat, I'm leaving first."

He wants to leave.

"and many more."

Jiang Xinlian called him, her tone returning to calm.

She walked around the long table, came to his side, and held out her hand to him.

They were in a stalemate, he didn't move, and she didn't withdraw her hand.

Finally, Jiang Wenjing slowly lowered his head and saw only two thin rubber bands lying on the white and delicate palm.

It was something he hadn't expected, and he was stunned.

Jiang Xinlian smiled slightly and said softly: "I have a headache."

"……,I have a headache"

Jiang Wenjing's breathing became rapid, and his mind prompted him to think about escaping. The headache that had been relieved by the sedative came up again.

Go, stay away, don't get close to her!

He looked at the two small rubber bands, and in a trance, he thought they were a pair of eyes, a pair of tearful eyes of a child.

He was silent for a long time, until the warm tea cooled down again. He raised his hand and picked up the rubber band.

"It's not a headache, it's just that my hair is pressed down."

Jiang Xinlian turned her back, held the hem of her skirt with both hands, and half-knelt down with her knees bent.

Those hands held her hair, as gently as when they were little.

The house was quiet, and the servants left with great courtesy.

Having suffered at a young age, Jiang Wenjing's health was not as good as others thought, and he could not continue to be ill.

Because of habit and blood relationship, Jiang Wenjing trusted her and accepted her; also because of past experiences, she would bring him pain one day.

She had already guessed this day.

Jiang Wenjing's choice is the best choice. His rationality can stifle all emotions. Now is the time to think about things about her.

Their personalities are so similar, it's just the way they are.

With her fingers moving back and forth, her loose black hair was soon braided into two beautiful fluffy pigtails.

Yes, my brother only knows this hairstyle.

Jiang Xinlian touched it, raised her voice and asked the servant to bring a mirror. She held the mirror and looked around carefully, then nodded with satisfaction:

"I haven't seen this hairstyle in a long time. Your skills are not rusty."

The person behind her didn't say anything, and she didn't care. She smiled lightly and raised the mirror to her own height:

"look."

Mirror……

Jiang Wenjing raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the mirror, and his eyes slowly widened.

In the mirror, there are two people, one tall and one short. Even if they say nothing and do nothing, you can guess their relationship just by looking at them.

The same eyes, full of affection, with ice hidden deep inside, such a similar face, such a similar temperament, she is...!

Jiang Wenjing took a step back, leaned on the table, and started coughing while covering his mouth.

The last layer of veil was finally lifted, and he remembered.

Not my roommate, but my sister.

She is Jiang Xinlian, she is his sister.

No further words were needed to explain; their relationship was etched on their faces and flowed in their blood.

He remembered.

It's time for her to go too.

*

Jiang Wenjing's memory was restored and his illness was completely cured. His subordinates were overjoyed. With him in charge, the subordinates who had been tortured by Qin Yuchen's unethical methods were almost crying with joy.

Before they could hug Brother Jing's thighs and cry, the Qin family sent them a big gift. To be precise, it was sent by Jiang Xinlian.

An ordinary mobile phone arrived in front of Brother Jing without any hindrance, with a small note attached, which only had a simple sentence written on it:

"Please listen to Jiang Wenjing's heartfelt words"

Jiang Wenjing: ...

He covered his forehead, gritted his teeth and endured it: "Who suggested to invite her?"

As everyone looked at him, Zheng Zhe knelt down with a plop, his face tearful:

"It was my idea. I don't know why Brother Jing is angry, but please slap me!"

Jiang Wenjing pointed at the door, expressionless: "Get out."

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