Prodigal son

While sleeping at night, Qiao Jingan passed by the study and saw Qiao Chen staring at a silver sheet that had been broken in half. He tilted his head and stood outside the door for a while, wondering whether he should go in or not.

Qiao Chen had just finished reading the documents sent by the manager of his subordinate company. He looked up and saw Qiao Jingan standing quietly at the door. He was not used to such a quiet Qiao Ershao, rubbed his forehead and said, "What are you doing standing there? What's the matter, didn't I tell you to go to sleep?"

Qiao Jingan realized that the other party might not want to touch this room by himself. Looking at the layout of the room, it looked a bit like a study room, but it was much smaller than his Jing Study Room. If the other party was dealing with some things here, standing here would indeed give him a lot of attention. others cause trouble.

"It's nothing, brother... Brother, rest early," he said, closing the door of the study and retreating out.

Qiao Chen looked at the closed door, thinking that before losing his memory, Qiao Jingan never knew what it was to close the door. For a moment, he thought that it would be best for Qiao Jingan not to recover his memory in his life, so as not to do something that would embarrass the Qiao family again.

Qiao Jingan hadn't carefully observed his current room before, only when he entered the door, the room was dominated by orange-yellow color schemes, and the lamps were also very elegant and exquisite. These days, he already knew electric lights, telephones, and he will see you in the afternoon When I arrived at the car like an iron box, thinking about the night pearls in my house in my previous life, and the white pigeons that could send messages for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the carriage decorated with gems, I didn't have much amazement at the things in front of me. It means that many of the things he owns are envied by others. Now even if he encounters novel things, he can stabilize his mentality, so that something rude happens.

Walking to the window, looking at the starless sky, I laughed at myself after a long time, "But I can't let it go, the past is broken, why bother to worry about it?"

After looking back, he went to the bed and sat down. After thinking about it, he turned off the light and went to sleep. Well, this bed is soft but very comfortable.

In the morning, after Qiao Chen got up and washed, he went out and met a passing housekeeper. He buttoned up the sleeves of his shirt and said, "Go and wake up the second young master." In his memory, Qiao Jing'an's ability to stay in bed was almost to the point where both people and gods were angry. No one called, and I could stay in bed all day.

The butler said with an uncomfortable expression, "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master..."

"Brother, are you looking for me?" The unique freshness in the young man's voice sounded particularly pleasant this morning, but it made the listeners feel particularly weird, especially when the housekeeper heard Qiao Jingan call Qiao Chen brother Almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

Qiao Chen looked at the young man standing at the entrance of the corridor wearing a white loose shirt with a slight sweat on his brow, and suddenly felt that this world was becoming less and less real, "Where have you been?" In fact, he wanted to ask, you How come you got up so early?

"One day's plan is in the morning. Get up early and make gestures in the garden outside. What's more, brother, didn't you tell me to get up earlier?" Qiao Jingan looked up at the man standing on a high place in puzzlement. Don't you remember what you said?

Qiao Chen received the suspicious look from the other party, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Go up and change your clothes, and go out after breakfast."

The housekeeper handed a set of clothes matching Qiao Jingan's size to Qiao Jingan who went upstairs, and then said, "Second Young Master, do you think these clothes fit?"

"Thank you," Qiao Jingan slightly nodded his head to express his gratitude, "very...very good."

The butler looked at Er Shao taking the clothes into the room before looking back blankly. A white shirt, knitted woolen vest, and brown slacks were clothes that Er Shao had never worn before. Er Shao always thought this way of dressing was too bookish , how today...

Qiao Chen looked at the closed door, his eyes changed, and he looked at the housekeeper who was stunned, "What did the second young master do after getting up this morning?"

"Second Young Master..." The housekeeper remembered that when Second Young Master came out to greet him this morning, he almost threw away the things in his hand in fright, "Second Young Master seemed to squat for a while when he got up this morning, and bounced around for a while, Some are like boxing, but not like Tai Chi, it’s probably about exercising, but nothing else.”

Exercise?Qiao Chen raised his eyebrows, didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "There are many other boxing techniques besides Tai Chi."

The housekeeper is silent, young master, are you trying to explain that the second young master is not punching indiscriminately?

I went downstairs and took the morning newspaper and sat on the sofa to read it. Not surprisingly, I saw the report that Qiao Jingan was discharged from the hospital.

There was also a photo published in the newspaper. In the photo, Qiao Jingan was standing beside Shen Jun with a smile on his face, but he really looked like a nobleman.

"Qiao Ershao claims to have a very good relationship with his brother, the current head of the Qiao family. Whether this is true or because of Qiao Chen's current status, it is not enough for us outsiders to tell." The ambiguous statement in the newspaper Qiao Chen sneered, and when he asked Shen Jun to pick up Qiao Jingan yesterday, he deliberately left from the main entrance of the hospital, just to know Qiao Jingan's attitude, but the statement really surprised him a bit.

good relationship?When he was fighting for the inheritance with himself, he didn't see where the half-brother regarded him as an elder brother.

"Brother," the shout behind him made Qiao Chen restrain the sarcasm on his face. He looked back and was slightly taken aback. Qiao Jingan, who was wearing a white shirt and a blue knitted vest, gave him the illusion that he was extremely clean. Rubbing his forehead, it seems that he worked too much overtime last night, causing an illusion.

Folding the newspaper in his hand, he definitely didn't feel guilty, absolutely not.Putting the newspaper aside, pretending not to care, he pressed it down with a pillow before standing up, "Eat breakfast when you get down."

Looking across the pillow, Qiao Jingan's eyes changed, "That! That!"

Qiao Chen's expression was a little unnatural, and his voice rose a few decibels, "What?"

"The pig on that pillow is so cute." Qiao Jingan bent down and hugged the pillow in his arms, with a childish expression on his face, "This little pig is still wearing a hat, what kind of pig is it?"

Qiao Chen glanced at the lonely newspaper on the sofa, then at the pillow in Qiao Jingan's arms, gritted his teeth with an ugly expression, "McDull!" After finishing speaking, he paused and said, "Also, what about that?" It's not a pillow, it's a throw pillow!"

"McDull, what a strange name." Qiao Jingan raised his head to see Qiao Chen's unnatural expression, and thought that what he had done was really rude, so he put down the pillow resentfully, with a forced smile on his face, "Well, I see. , Brother, let's go eat."

Qiao Chen looked at the young man's forced smile, and a strange sense of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart. He frowned, and then tried his best to make the word Sichuan between his brows disappear, "Let's go, eat."

In Qiao Jing'an's mind, eating should be "no talking when eating, no talking when sleeping", so when he had breakfast, he kept drinking porridge and eating snacks in silence.

Qiao Chen drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, looked at the young man who slumped his head and ate breakfast silently, his brows frowned again, the strange guilt came to his heart again, even after eating two small soup dumplings .

Zhang's mother on the side looked terrified, and the eldest young master frowned and stared at the second young master, and bit the small soup dumpling viciously. Could it be that he had already gritted his teeth with hatred for the second young master? !

On the contrary, the second young master has become a lot more refined this time. Look, even eating a small soup dumpling is so elegant that it makes people feel distressed, and this obedient, white and clean appearance is so pleasing, this amnesia The second young master really looks like a young master now.

After breakfast, Qiao Chen took Qiao Jingan out the door. Both of them sat in the back seat of the car, and they were speechless for a while.

Qiao Chen didn't want to say it, but Qiao Jingan didn't know what to say. He knew that his way of speaking was different from this place, so if he could not speak, he would try to be like these people, so as not to be considered strange.

He understands this truth, so in front of Qiao Chen, he didn't dare to speak casually like yesterday. Regardless of whether the elder brother and his younger brother are harmonious or not, he must learn how to live here as soon as possible. Habit.

"You majored in history at school and took Chinese as an elective. How much of this do you remember?" Qiao Chen felt that he should still be the elder brother, so he asked. In fact, he wanted to ask Qiao Jingan how much he had learned in school.

history?Chinese?Qiao Jingan looked up at Qiao Chen and shook his head blankly.

Feeling flustered by the innocent and blank eyes, Qiao Chen looked away and coughed dryly, "You go to school tomorrow to study for a while, and if you still don't understand, then think of a way."

Qiao Jingan also felt that it made sense, and nodded.

Then there was silence all the way, until the driver told them that the mall was here, and they got out of the car together.

Qiao Jingan looked at the man walking beside him and found that he was a little taller than him, so he puffed out his chest slightly before looking at the building in front of him.

The house in front of him was very tall, and there were a lot of people coming in and out of the door. He began to suspect that there were more people in this world than his place. It's not good to hit a woman.

"Second Young Master Qiao, I heard that you have been discharged from the hospital. Congratulations." A male voice sounded behind Qiao Jingan. When he turned his head, he saw a tall man hugging a scantily clad girl. See no evil, so Young Master Qiao turned his eyes to the other side in embarrassment.

This action of his made the visitor misunderstand it as another meaning, "Why, Er Shao Qiao lost the woman to me, and didn't even show me any face today?"

Qiao Jingan was wrong when he heard this. Could it be that this person is the one who sent the original owner of this body to the hospital?The so-called gentleman naturally cannot bully others, but he also cannot allow others to bully him. Qiao Jingan's originally smiling face suddenly sank.

Qiao Chen who was standing next to him also narrowed his eyes. This person seems to be a boy from the Wang family. Looking at the clean, elegant, well-behaved and quiet young man beside him, and then at the arrogant and willful Wang family boy, Qiao Chen immediately felt that his younger brother was excellent. Countless times, something faintly sprouted in the depths of my heart, that is the soul of brother control.

"Yo, still not reconciled?" Wang Zhishu sneered, "If you can't win a woman, what's the point of showing your face now?"

Qiao Jingan silently glanced at the man and woman in front of him, lowered his eyelids and said with a sneer, "What am I supposed to be, it's nothing more than a low-level thing, what can I have to argue with you, it's really a joke."

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Zhishu coldly again, the contemptuous eyes made Wang Zhishu's face change immediately.

"Dude and incompetent, I am different from you." This is no longer contempt, but contempt from a high position. The second son of Qiao raised his chin slightly, and his proud look did not have a haughty attitude, which made passers-by and someone admire him .

It's just that the boy from the Wang family was furious, so Wang Zhishu, who had come to make fun of Qiao Jing'an, couldn't calm down, pushed the woman beside him, and rushed forward with his fists.