Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

After Jiang Weier entered, he closed the door.

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Zhi called her: "Five aunts."

She sat down: "Every time you call me that, I feel flustered."

There is something wrong, she thinks he is wrong, nothing is right.

"This time, Xu Jiuru did it."

Xu Jiuru.

He called his name.

Jiang Weier looked at him and said, "Brother Zhi, don't be kidding."

Jiang Zhi said flatly, surprisingly calm: "My disease is not congenital, she gave me medicine."

Jiang Weier was stunned.

"She gave me the shares, and she let me take charge of the company, not because I prefer my grandson, but because I am different from Brother Lin. I am a knife of hers. After sharpening, I use it to stab her enemies. "

He made an understatement and summed it up in a few sentences, not salty or indifferent, as if talking about other people.

Jiang Weier didn't believe a word.

"Why does your grandma treat you this way?" It was ridiculous, she couldn't believe it, "What's the reason?"

There is no wave on Jiang Zhi's face: "I am not from Jiang's family."

"impossible!"

No one knows better than Jiang Weier, how much Xu Jiuru prefers this little grandson.

Jiang Zhi did not explain: "Apart from these, I can't say anything else, because your surname is Jiang, and you are Xu Jiuru's daughter." He showdown, "I will be against the Jiang family, this is a matter of time, if you want to help her , Prepare early."

Jiang Weier was silent, and these words he said ran wildly in her mind.

If he is not from the Jiang family, he can only be... the Lu family.

No wonder Zhou Xufang would ask about the premature birth, no wonder the old lady who loves her little grandson so much but didn't severely punish Jiang Chuan and Erfang who prescribed the medicine.

"Why are you telling me this?" She looked at Jiang Zhi, "I am Xu Jiuru's daughter."

"You are different from her."

Xu Jiu pretended to be like this, she was not.

In the entire Jiang family, only Jiang Weier and Jiang Zhi didn't want to come to Yin.

"You are wrong, I'm just like her." Jiang Weier stood up, his eyes were torch, "I'm just like her, so don't tell me anything, I will betray you."

She will not.

She knows right and wrong, understands good and evil, and is so honest and kind that she is not like the people taught by Xu Jiuru, but his fake Jiang family, who has fully learned Xu Jiuru's insidious cunning.

She walked to the door and stopped: "Can't you stop?"

"Xu Jiuru won't give up." Jiang Zhi did not hesitate, "Neither will I."

"Brother Zhi,"

Jiang Weier looked back: "Can you save her life?"

She knows what kind of person her mother is, and she also knows Jiang Zhi. She doesn’t need to ask any more. As long as she believes Jiang Zhi is not Jiang’s family, she can guess what her mother did before and will do it in the future. what.

But that was the one who gave birth to her.

She seemed to be choked with something, and she couldn't speak every word: "I beg you."

Jiang Zhi hesitated a little, and after a while, he replied: "Yes."

"I haven't been here today."

Jiang Wei opened the door and left.

Xue Bingxue did not see Jiang Zhi and left with her. She didn't speak all the way. After getting in the car, she closed her eyes and leaned her head on the car window.

Xue Bingxue saw that she was not right: "Ville."

"I will sleep for a while."

The car was driving, and there was wind leaking through the open window.

She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted away, as if she was sleeping but not sleeping, she had a dream. In the dream, her elder brothers and sisters were warming the fire, and she ran into the yard, and there was heavy snow outside.

"Promotion."

"Vining."

It was her mother who shouted outside: "Where is your sister?"

Both boys and girls ran out.

They are twins, born alike.

The girl replied: "It was here just now."

"Isn't it for you to take good care of your sister?" Mother called in the yard, "Vill."

"Vill."

At the end of the corridor, a three or four-year-old girl sprang out with white fluffy snowflakes on her head. She grinned and beckoned: "Mother, I am here."

"Vill."

"Vill."

Jiang Weier opened his eyes.

Xue Bingxue was worried: "What's wrong with you?"

She shook her head, eyes wet, and looked out the window.

The phone in her pocket rang, and Xu Jiuru's call came. She stared at the number for a long time before answering the phone.

"Will you come back tonight?"

She was silent.

"What's your question, will you come back?"

"Mother." When she opened her mouth, her voice choked.

Xu Jiuru heard something wrong: "What's the matter?"

She did not speak.

"Did you quarrel with Bingxue again?" Xu Jiuru coughed on the phone. She had been coughing badly recently, her voice was old and old, "Weir, listen to me once, don't quarrel with him."

She babbled and persuaded on the phone: "My mother is here, so I can't misunderstand the wrong person, Bingxue will treat you well, and you will be with him, and I can rest assured in a hundred years."

Jiangweier rolled down the car window and dried his eyes: "I just had a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that my third brother was burning a charcoal fire, and my fourth sister told me to stay away a little bit, saying that it would be hot." The faces in the dream were muddy. She was young at the time and could not remember their looks.

Xu Jiuru was silent for a long time: "Your brother and sister have been gone for many years."

Jiang Weixuan died when Jiang Weier was four, and Jiang Weining was gone when she was twelve.

"The third elder brother committed suicide, and so did the fourth elder sister." Jiang Weier was weak. "Mother, can't you stop?"

"Vill, I—"

She hung up the phone.

After a while Xu Jiuru called again, but she didn't answer or hang up.

Xue Bingxue parked the car to the side of the road: "Weir, what did Jiang Zhi tell you?"

She shook her head, leaned on the chair, and closed her eyes.

"Jiang Zhi was in poor health when he was a child, and he was still walking unsteadily when he was two or three years old. Every time I came back from school, I led him to learn to walk in the yard."

He didn't like to be close to people when he was a child, and he got closer to her before he played with Qiao Nanchu and the others.

"He rarely called my aunt, he always called my sister when he was young, and was told by my old lady several times, but then stopped calling."

After his teenage years, he called Wilville.

"I am only four years older than him. The old lady gave birth to me when she was forty or fifty. Because she was an old lady, she condoned me the most. The children of the Jiang family were either in politics or in business. Go according to the old lady's arrangement, only me, ran to become an athlete." She leaned against the window, still did not open her eyes, as if in a dream, "Do you know why I don't want to be a businessman?"

Xue Bingxue didn't know, she never mentioned her mother to anyone.

"When I was nine years old, a woman took a dead child and ran to my door. She drank half a bottle of pesticide and said that she would never let my mother be a ghost. Her child was only two years old. She was also given medicine and died together."

At that time, she had a nightmare for two months in a row. The dream was full of women's hysterical curses and the child's blue face.

"Later I learned that it was my mother who made her husband brain dead in order to annex her company."

Her mother is such a person.

"Ice and snow."

"Ok."

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her eyes were wet: "Being the daughter of the Jiang family is so tired."

"Then come to my Xue family, okay?" Xue Bingxue stretched out her hand and touched the corner of her eye with her fingers, "Come to be a member of my Xue family."

She opened her eyes.

He was there every time she was exhausted.

"Ice and snow."

"Ok?"

She unfastened her seat belt, hugged him around his neck, and kissed him.

Xue Bingxue's eyes were open, a little stunned, and he asked her to kiss without moving. After letting go, he blushed and asked, "Why are you kissing me?"

"Aren't you my boyfriend?"

After asking, she withdrew her hand and was held by him in the middle: "Yes."

They didn't break up, never did.

He held her face and kissed hard.