Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"I beg you mother, don't let it go..."

Old Madam Jiang looked down at her: "Did you see clearly?"

She knelt on the ground, her eyes muzzled with tears, and she held her hands without answering.

"I'm asking you," Mrs. Jiang raised her voice and asked again in a deep voice, "Did you see clearly!"

She didn't dare to hesitate any more, and nodded vigorously: "I can see clearly, I can see clearly... Mother," she knelt forward, grabbed the corner of the old lady's clothes, "Don't let go, don't let go..."

She was begging, unable to cry.

"Vill," the old lady leaned over, wrinkled hands on her face, wiped her tears, her tone finally softened a bit, "Don't blame your mother for being cruel, so that you won't wake up once in pain. You will suffer for a long time."

She choked and blurted out: "I am not good, I shouldn't—"

In a word, the old lady was completely cold. She didn't even finish listening, and was already angry: "You are still protecting him."

On the curtain, Jin Song took a knife and engraved on the back of Xiao Lin's book.

He laughed and called him an underdog.

Then, a stroke of blood stains, wrote the word ‘cheap’. On Xiao Linshu’s back, the sheets were stained with blood, his eyes were hollow, he was lying numb, motionless.

Without dignity.

Jiang Weier couldn't see it, and he couldn't see it at a glance. His heart was so painful that the knife was as **** as it was plucked on her body.

"Mother, I have never asked you anything, just this time, just this time," she knelt and bent down deeply, "Mother, Will please."

This video, she had watched, only opened for less than ten seconds before closing.

The section she read was not the current Xiao Linshu, but he was eighteen years old. At that time, he would still struggle and cry. She didn’t finish it. I don’t know when he started to become numb again. Don't resist anymore.

Old Mrs. Jiang stepped forward on crutches, supported her shoulders, and made her straighten up: "Don't kneel, such a thing, it's not worth your fifth Miss Jiang family bending over for him."

Jiang Weier raised her head, tears in her eyes, a lonely voice writhing in her eyes, she wiped her face, desperately: "Don't push me."

Mrs. Jiang was very angry and smiled: "You still don't repent?"

repentance?

Jiang Weier raised his hand and pointed at the curtain. His voice was trembling, but his words choked loudly: "Then tell me what I did wrong? What did he do wrong? Can't you tell? His eyes are Calling for help."

It's just that no one saved him.

No wonder, she always felt that there was wind and frost in his eyes, and there was a gloom that couldn't be removed.

With so many people standing in the yard, none of them turned off the projection. They just watched the scene with cold eyes and watched the people in the video being humiliated and trampled without dignity.

It's just that no one saved him.

No one said anything, only the angry voice of Mrs. Jiang, word by word, aggressive: "You are right, maybe he also has difficulties, and it is right, but you know that if you continue to be with him, the next three Years, five years, even ten or twenty years, can’t be utterly complaining about this matter. Knowing that I am a mother, she will never allow her daughter to spend half her life paying for other people’s mistakes, but you still pay. It would be wrong to act so arbitrarily!"

Jiang Weier red eyes and glared: "That's my business too."

"you--"

The old lady's hand has been raised, and she almost fell with a slap, and was interrupted by someone: "Grandma."

The coughing sounded from far to near. It was Jiang Zhi. The rain hadn't fallen, and the water vapor was a little heavy. With the umbrella held by someone, he walked slowly and slowly, and the servant moved to both sides to make way for him.

Old Mrs. Jiang glanced at the crowd and said sternly: "Who does not have eyes, invited the young master over."

Jiang Zhi had three steps and a small cough, five steps and a small cough, and he was walking crookedly. At this time, the old butler Jiang Chuan stood up: "I am troubled. Please let the old lady calm down. Don't move. Be kind."

Jiang Chuan is an old man in the Jiang family. He was by his side when the old man was still alive, and Mrs. Jiang would give him a bit of face on weekdays. This time he was also angry and was about to have an attack. Jiang Zhi said: "Almost it will do."

He stepped forward and turned off the projection directly.

Only he dared to pass, and only he went to pass, no one would dare to stop.

"The lesson is enough, you can just talk about the purpose."

This attitude is like acting.

He said it comfortably.

The old lady gave him a sideways look: "Don't worry about this." Turning her head and saying, "Agui, send the young master back to the hospital."

Without waiting for the Gui family to speak, Jiang Zhi pulled a chair and sat down with his legs folded and said, "I see who dares to drive me." He coughed twice as he said, feeling sick.

Who dares to stop, in case you fainted.

Anyway, Gui did not dare to stop.

This ancestor's temper is also used by Mrs. Jiang, and no one can do anything with him: "Fu Xi, go and add clothes to Brother Zhi."

Jiang Fuxi nodded, got up and went to the house to get clothes.

Jiang Weier was still on his knees, his legs numb without feeling.

The old lady still didn't change her attitude, her hair tied meticulously: "There is nothing to say, I will give you one day to break it clean with him."

Jiang Weier looked up and looked at her: "What if I don't?"

In the entire Jiang family, except for Jiang Zhi, Jiang Weier was the most disobedient. His temper was the same as that of Mrs. Jiang when she was young. The more forced, the more rebellious.

Old Mrs. Jiang didn't bother to say more, and directly stated: "Then this video is not limited to our Jiang family."

Jiang Weier sneered, his eyes burning like a torch: "Mother, did Weining be forced to death by you in this way?"

Jiang Weining is the fourth oldest in the Jiang family and Jiang Fuxi's mother.

In a word, Jiang Fuxi who was going to get the clothes stopped for a while, and she continued to walk into the house without looking back.

Then, there was a resounding slap.

Mrs. Jiang used her brutal force, her hands were trembling, and her voice was trembling with anger: "You will get out of Jiang's house now and wait until your mind is sober. If you are always confused, you don't have to come back!"

Jiang Weier did not hesitate, she stood up, staggered, turned around, dragged her steps, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and walked out of the Jiang family's territory step by step.

Xue Bingxue came across from her on the cobblestone path.

He called her: "Vill."

Jiang Weier ignored him and walked over.

He grabbed her: "Vill," he clenched her wrist and exerted a little force. He looked at her red and swollen eyes. He didn't know if it was running. On a cold winter night, his head was It's Khan, "Don't follow him."

Like begging her.

Jiang Weier pushed his hand away, his crying voice was dry and hoarse: "Bingxue, he is still waiting for me outside."

She still has to go.

Xue Bingxue gave her the umbrella in her hand: "It's going to rain, don't let it rain."

She said thank you, took the umbrella, turned and walked out of the Jiang family's gate, without hesitation or looking back.

The sky was overcast, dark clouds closed the moon, and heavy rain was approaching. The wind blew the old-style large lantern in front of the gate of Jiang's house, shaking and shaking, and the figure on the ground also shook.

Xiao Linshu was standing under the lamp, looking at her.

She crossed the threshold, looking up at him with red eyes: "Wait for a long time."

Xiao Linshu shook his head, stepped forward, leaned over and hugged her, his voice faintly blown by the wind: "Ville, will you go back? Speak nicely to your mother, don't make her angry, don't speak for me—"

She said: "Not good."

The hand of Xiao Lin Shuhuan on her back tightened.

He lowered his head, and she couldn't see his red eyes.

He knew that her mother had beaten her and her face was swollen. In the past, she always talked about her mother in front of him, saying that she was an old-fashioned and traditional person, harsh and unreasonable, but out of the five children, her mother loved her the most.

Jiang Weier leaned his face on his shoulder: "It's going to rain heavily, won't you take me away?"

Xiao Linshu said yes and wiped her tears: "Then stop crying."

He led her into the night, and a pair of shadows on the ground were nestled together, stretched diagonally by the lantern.

The raindrops were pattering first, and the air was humid and foggy.

The car swiftly left. Zhou Xufang, wearing a hat and a mask, was lying on the roof of a villa not far away. She chased the car for a long time and turned on the headset switch.

"Frost."

"here I am."

Zhou Xufang looked at the direction the car was leaving, and lay down on his stomach: "The safety charm pendant of Lingdu Temple, is there Jiangweier among the registrants?"

After half a minute, Frost replied: "There is no Jiang Weier, but there is another lady named Jiang Jiang Wu."

Jiang Weier, the fifth member of the Jiang family.

Then it's worth it. The yellow satin-faced Ping An Fu, embroidered with cyan embroidery thread is the word'book', exactly the same as the one hanging on Xiao Lin's book cart.

The windows on the second floor were left open, and wind came in, rolling the curtains swaying around.

Jiang Zhi nested on a couch covered with a thick blanket, playing with the calligraphy and painting sent by Mrs. Jiang the other day, absent-mindedly, thinking about something.

The tea in front of Xue Bingxue didn't move. She was in a daze. After a long while, she said: "Weir is gone."

Jiang Zhi casually said, "Didn't you expect this result?"

He had expected that Weier was stubborn and affectionate. She had a deep love for Xiao Linshu, and this video was not enough to make them break.

Xue Bingxue was lost: "I just didn't expect it. She didn't even ask, so she stood on his side."

She had watched this video, but she would rather check it herself instead of questioning Xiao Linshu, let alone doubt or hate.

How much she likes Xiao Linshu.

She is the most stubborn one in the Jiang family. She has never begged or kneeled anyone. Even if she was punished for taekwondo when Mrs. Jiang opposed her practice of taekwondo when she was young, she did not shed a tear. Today, for Xiao Lin Shu, I have done everything that I haven't done before, and I don't have any backbone.

"Bingxue," Jiang Zhi put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and suddenly asked him, "Do you want her?"

Xue Bingxue did not hesitate: "Yes."

Jiang Zhi's body hasn't recovered yet, and his skin is white and clear. Because he has been infected a bit, he looks a little clear, and his eyes are lazy. He said, "Then you have to be a little shameless."

Xue Bingxue was speechless for a while.

It's not unscrupulous, but it's afraid of making a mistake, and inviting her to hate and hate her. In this world, he is the person who wants her to live well. He only wants her to go well.

Outside: "San Ye."

It was the Gui family who was next to the old lady who came and knocked on the door to pass in a message: "Old lady, please come over."

Xue Bingxue knew what Mrs. Jiang had made. Just stepping out of her feet, Jiang Zhi slowly said from the back: "Last time, a car wanted to kill me. I checked and found something."

At this time, there was a bang outside the window.

The sudden sound of thunder accompanied by the sound of rain shocked Zhou Xufang, who was lying on the roof of the villa, and then a large raindrop smashed her face down.

The imperial capital likes rain too much!

She wiped the rain from her head, shrank under the roof canopy, hugged herself tightly, and became a lump.

The rain was getting heavier and harder. Jiang Zhi held up an umbrella, took an umbrella, and hurriedly walked out from the gate of Jiang's house. A Wan, who was in the car, immediately opened his umbrella and ran to the front and back of the saddle.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Jiang Zhi walked fast, the rain was rushing, and his hair was damp in a short while: "Don't follow me."

Ah Wan ran to follow behind. He was a big guy, holding a small parasol, half of his body was wet, and his heart was cold, but he was still dedicated: "How can it be done, in case it is raining, what about your body? Can stand it."

If it breaks, Ms. Song from his family will sever mother-child relationship with him.

In front, Jiang Zhi had already stopped and looked around.

The Jiang family’s old house is located in a remote location. There are only a few villas with yards nearby. They are all rich and powerful people in the imperial capital. Ah Wan didn’t know what the employer was watching. He asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Zhi ignored him, picked a prominent place, opened the umbrella in his hand, and put it on the ground.

Ah Wan couldn't figure it out: "What are you doing with an umbrella here?"

Jiang Zhi was holding a black umbrella, and under the umbrella was a white and delicate beauty face, which was not at all human-like, making the rain and fog hazy and more like the person in the painting.

That is, the tone is not very kind: "I'm not happy to shower this land, can't you?"

This capricious appearance is just like Ms. Song in menopause!

Sure enough, the two of them are mother and child!

Ah Wan: "Okay!" You are the boss! Whatever you say is fine!

Jiang Zhi looked back a few more times before returning to the house.

When people walked far away, Zhou Xufang, who was shrinking on the roof of a certain villa, jumped from the top, picked up the umbrella, and jumped up again quietly, jumping more than a dozen meters, feeling like flying!

Jiang Zhi didn't stay in the old house. No matter how the old lady kept people, she had to go back to the hospital. The old lady couldn't take him, so she sent him back to the hospital.

Zhou Xufang arrived at the hospital nearly twenty minutes later than him, and drilled into the ward lightly.

"Where did you go?" Jiang Zhi sat on the hospital bed, his eyes caught her.

Zhou Xufang lifted the bag in his hand, looked at the infusion stand, and looked at the pair of pink rabbit-head slippers she gave Jiang Zhi on the ground: "I'm going to buy jelly."

When she lied, she stared randomly.

Jiang Zhi didn't expose her, but waved.

Zhou Xufang had a guilty conscience, so he was particularly obedient and ran over immediately.

He touched the back of her hand with the back of his hand: "Your hands are so cold, aren't you cold?"

Zhou Xufang shook his head: "I am not afraid of cold."

She is not very sensitive to temperature, and she is not afraid of cold or heat.

Regardless of whether she was cold or cold, Jiang Zhi insisted on holding her hand to her. She wanted to take it away, but when she thought of her strength and always hurt him, she dared not move.

Jiang Zhi brought the cup from the cabinet and fed it to her mouth: "Drink it."

"what?"

"Cold-proof medicine." She was in the rain, and he was afraid that she would be sick, so he had soaked a few cups of the medicine, and kept it warm until she came back to drink.

"Oh."

Zhou Xufang drank up obediently.

"Zhou Xufang."

When Jiang Zhi called her full name, it was usually very serious.

Zhou Xufang also promised: "Huh!"

"If one day, others don't let you be with me, what will you do?" He thought of Jiang Weier, and felt that she was still a little better.

If Mrs. Jiang interfered with him and Zhou Xufang in this way, he would be able to turn over the Jiang family to her.

Zhou Xufang blushed a little, looked at other places embarrassedly, and corrected him quietly: "We are good friends."

"..."

God **** good friend!

Anyone who wants to be good friends with her doesn't know how many times he has been pressed in his dream!

Okay, he changed his words: "If one day, others will not let you be friends with me, what will you do?"

Zhou Xufang thought for a while, and replied solemnly: "Then I will beat him."

She used the word beating.

For her, who has always been friendly to others, this is very unreasonable.

Although it was a bit reckless, but—

Jiang Zhi grabbed her hand and put it on his head, and rubbed her hand: "It's so good."

Zhou Xufang was puzzled by his movements, did he want her to rub him?

Oh, she got it.

She rubbed Jiang Zhi's hair like that gray cat.

Jiang Zhi obviously liked it very much, and his eyes were full of bright stars.

"Lin is late." Jiang Zhi called out suddenly.

Zhou Xufang followed and looked at the closed door. Lin Wanwan accidentally scratched the door with her nails, and she heard everything.

Jiang Zhi said indifferently, "Put it on the door and listen, I will pull your ears off."

Ah Wan who was overhearing on the door: "!"

He quickly stood upright, raised his head and chest, without squinting.

Jiang Zhi ordered: "Send someone to move a bed."

"Oh."

Ah Wan didn't dare to eavesdrop anymore, and went to move the bed honestly.

Zhou Xufang, as Jiang Zhi’s ‘caregiver’, has to stay overnight at night. She usually has a rough life and can squat all night in a pit: “Don’t be so troublesome, I can sleep on the sofa.”

"You don't need to move the bed, you sleep with me."

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