Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Because your mother still remembers Lu Jingyuan's second child, Lu Jingyuan."

Jiang Zhi said nothing, his eyes gradually cold.

She clenched her hands tightly, her voice was trembling, and she shouted at Jiang Zhi: "It's all to blame Guan Wansu! I hate her to death, and I can't wait to thwart her. If it weren't for her, how could my son die? He was only twenty. At two years old, he is my best son and heir to my Jiang family." Her gaze was poisoned, looking through Jiang Zhi, as if looking at his mother, "Brother Zhi, you are too much like her."

It's too much, especially the eyes, exactly the same.

She was so like that she wanted to choke him to death in swaddling.

The sky outside the window was already dark, and in the dim light, his peach blossom eyes were shining: "Just because of this, you hate me?"

Xu Jiuru drank the cold tea, and his emotions slowly calmed down: "I hate your mother, but you are my grandson and Wei Xuan's only son. While I wish to strangle you, I want to make up for you."

He pressed forward step by step and asked: "So, while you are making me sick for a long time, you are looking for doctors to save my life?"

She didn't deny it, but looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Brother Zhi, it's grandma who can't help you."

She raised her hand, and the years were not tolerant to her. The skin on the back of her hand was already loose, the cyan ribs bulged out of the epidermis, and the age spots were black. She stretched her hand halfway, Jiang Zhi backed away.

Her hand froze. After a while, she shook her hand and took it back: "I will not let anyone use your medicine in the future. Shi Yu has already returned. I will definitely let him heal you."

What if it's cured?

When did it happen?

He has never been a generous and kind person. He got up and picked up the documents on the table: "I have accepted these shares. You owe me."

The corners of his eyes were a little red, but his eyes were smooth.

"You have a kindness to nurture me. Use this kindness to repay me. I won't remember your hatred for hurting me, but I won't forgive you." His eyes are like a well in late autumn, and the inside is calm and invisible. The bottom is cold, "In the future, I won't trust you anymore."

"Brother Zhi..."

Xu Jiuru's throat choked, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't cry: "It's all my sin, I'm the one who killed you."

His eyes were thin, and finally he bowed: "Grandma, take care of your body." After speaking, he pushed the door out.

"Brother Zhi!"

Xu Jiuru's heart choked, her eyes turned black, and she staggered a few times, and fell back on the chair. She couldn't catch her breath, and she raised her head to breathe.

Agui shouted: "Old lady."

"Old lady!"

As soon as Jiang Zhi left the room, he stopped.

"Xu Fang."

Zhou Xufang stepped forward, took his hand, and took him away.

If she didn’t take him away, he might feel softhearted. For more than 20 years of nurturing, Xu Jiuru loved him, no matter what her purpose, she raised Jiang Zhi from learning to speak. Today's age.

Back to the room, Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang into his arms: "Have you heard it?"

"Yeah." She frowned. "Do you believe what she said?"

Jiang Zhi couldn't conclude: "There are no loopholes in the words. Either it is true or most of it is true."

Zhou Xufang didn't hesitate: "I don't believe it."

She doesn't care about the truth or not, it is Xu Jiuru who she does not believe.

"Jiang Zhi, I can’t trust anyone who has hurt you. If Xu Jiuru really loves you and treats you as a relative, that shouldn’t be the case. I don’t have any evidence to prove it. I will compare myself to you, too. My relatives are the ones I love, but they can be me. No matter what the situation, even if you betray me, even if you do something that I can’t accept, even if I hate you, I will never do anything to you. No hate." Her eyes were black and white, and it was all him, "Perhaps nine can get rid of the following, and not once twice, it is twenty-four years. My heart is good, no matter if I have no belly, I still don't think I can believe her."

She is sober because she is a bystander.

But Jiang Zhi was the authority, and he was even more fascinated. The truth was foggy, and he couldn't figure out Xu Jiuru for a while.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Xu Fang, I believe you."

The sun has completely set, and the lanterns in the Jiang family's house are lit.

The Podocarpus pine, which was destroyed by Xue Bingxue's fireworks on New Year's Eve, had sprouts again and finally turned green.

Xue Bingxue called Jiang Weier under the tree.

"Vill," he waited for the past three days, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he ran to the Jiang family, "I asked you the question that day, and you haven't answered me yet."

Jiang Weier looked at him and was silent for a long time.

He was very nervous, sweating on his back, and asked again: "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

As long as she nodded.

He can go to the world for her, pick the stars for her with bare hands, and stop looking at others for her.

She did not nod or shook her head: "Sometimes I think of Xiao Linshu and Lin Shuang. Although I let go, I still feel uncomfortable in retrospect. Every time at this time, you are always around me and I can't catch up. Go, and then use a hundred ways of begging to make me forget what was in my mind for a short time. I don't know if it is because of this that I have become dependent on you."

Xue Bingxue didn't understand, and he didn't know if he agreed or refused. He stood helplessly, his eyes flustered.

"Bingxue, I haven't liked you as deeply as you like me, so," she stepped forward, "Do you want to associate with me?"

There are no stars in the sky.

In his eyes, stars are everywhere. He smiled and nodded vigorously: "I'm not greedy, you just need to like me a little bit." He stretched out his little finger, and it was a little bit, a little bit.

As long as she likes him a little bit, he will be happy forever.

Jiang Weier stretched out his hand to him: "Then let's associate."

He took the hand behind his back to the front and spread it out, with a mobile phone in his palm: "I recorded it, you can't go back." Saved the recording, he wiped the sweat from his palms and took her hand. .

Jiang Weier laughed: "Am I the kind of person who doesn't speak much?" He also recorded.

He stretched out his other hand and pulled her both hands in his hands: "Ville, I really like you." He was excited and shy, "Since, since you were fourteen when you took off my pants Up."

Jiangweier: "..."

That was a bet she made with Xue Baoyi. As long as she dared to pinch Xue Bingxue's sex, Xue Baoyi would give her the limited edition nunchaku signed by the world champion.

That nunchaku Jiangweier no longer remembers where he left it, only that Xue Bingxue hid her for three months because of this.

The past was unbearable, and the atmosphere was once embarrassing.

"San Ye."

Gui came just right, breaking the embarrassment: "The old lady is not feeling well, please come and have a look."

Jiang Weier was embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his hand. Xue Bingxue did not let it go, so she would let him go, and asked Gui, "I was angry with Brother Zhi?"

Gui nodded.

"You go to see my mother, I'll talk to Jiang Zhi." She also asked Jiang Zhi to confirm about the drug.

Xue Bingxue reluctantly let go of Jiang Weier's hand: "Then I will come to you later." He turned his head one step at a time.

Xu Jiuru coughed up some blood foam again.

Xue Bingxue gave her a pulse. It was anxious to attack her heart. She prescribed a few pieces of traditional Chinese medicine and told Xu Jiuru to rest.

Xu Jiuru gave the prescription to Agui and thanked Xue Bingxue politely: "Thank you."

Xue Bingxue was happy in his eyes, he couldn't hide, so he stopped hiding: "Weir and I are already boy and girl friends, you don't have to be polite with me."

Xu Jiuru's frowning brows loosened, and finally there was a bit of joy on his face: "That girl has finally opened up."

Xue Bingxue smiled shyly.

It was almost dinner time, Jiang Zhi had already taken Zhou Xufang away, Jiang Weier felt empty, and hit Jiang Fuxi at the top of the first floor.

She shouted to Jiang Weier: "Auntie."

"Ok?"

Jiang Weier looked back and saw that she was holding an orange cat.

"Hexi seems to have a bad stomach from eating, and I keep vomiting. I'm going to take it to the pet hospital. Grandma's soup is still simmering in the kitchen. Can you send it to me?"

Because the old lady doesn't like cats very much, Jiang Fuxi's cats rarely come to the front hall. Only then did Jiang Weier remember that her orange cat was Hexi.

They are so thin, aren’t orange cats all fat?

Jiang Weier glanced at the listless cat lying in Jiang Fuxi's arm with drooping eyelids: "Okay."

Jiang Fuxi thanked him before leaving the door holding Hexi.

"Meow."

"Meow."

Isn't it possible to look weak and weak?

Jonville went to the kitchen.

"The agent Xiao Linshu is about to be released from prison."

It was the voice of the old lady, intermittent, not really heard.

No one was guarding the door, and Jiang Weier carried the tray over.

"Weir came to beg me at the time. I couldn't help her, so I opened the net. Although the woman was convicted, she was only sentenced for half a year and she will be out soon."

"Auntie, what do you want to say?"

It's Xue Bingxue.

"I just remind you, you must seal your mouth well, if you let Will know that we have done work with Xiao Linshu--"

"Huh."

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Xue Bingxue turned his head, the door opened from the outside, he panicked: "Wei, Will."