This wealthy family is too rich for me

Turning his head to look, he saw He Jing smiling brightly at him.

"Silly girl, you're not a child anymore." That's what he said, but he didn't push He Jing away.

"No matter how old I am, I will still be your sister." He Jing rubbed her cheek on his arm: "Brother, I will rely on you for the rest of my life."

He Shengchen glanced at her and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? After you recover from your illness, you will still get married. In the future, someone who loves you very much will accompany you."

He Jing pouted: "I don't want it."

Her voice was too low, He Shengchen couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." He Jing shook her head and pointed to the stage: "Look, brother, the concert is about to start."

"Yeah." He Shengchen looked at the stage, a little absent-minded.

He thought of a certain little woman. She didn't say that she was busy with her studies recently, and he didn't know exactly what was going on.

I should have called earlier.

He lowered his eyes slightly, a little absent-minded.

He Jing glanced at him and clenched her fist slightly.

At the same time, the He family.

When Sister Dai came back humming a ditty from the back garden, she saw the old lady sitting on the sofa drinking tea, then turned her head to the kitchen, and saw Butler Fu sitting on a small bench and sighing.

"what happened to you?"

Butler Fu looked up at her and sighed.

Sister Dai's hairs stood on end when he saw him: "What's the matter with you? It's weird. By the way, didn't the old lady make an appointment with the young lady? Why didn't you go?"

Speaking of this, Steward Fu's expression became even darker.

Sister Dai was in a hurry, and he didn't answer after asking several times, but just slapped him.

She didn't keep her hand from this slap, but the housekeeper Fu who slapped her grinned, rubbed her back and muttered: "You can't be gentle, like a shrew."

"Who are you calling a shrew?" Sister Dai put her hands on her hips.

Butler Fu was really afraid of her, and shrank his neck: "I, I, I, I am a shrew, can't I?"

Sister Dai glared at him and asked, "Old Madam..."

"Come here." Steward Fu pulled her aside, and said mysteriously, "This is another opportunity for the old lady to create opportunities for Mr. and Mrs. Ms."

Sister Dai exclaimed: "What?"

Steward Fu was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth: "Be quiet, don't let the old lady hear you."

Sister Dai nodded repeatedly before he let go.

"Then what should we do?" Sister Dai was a little worried: "This madam and husband finally got on the right track. Just when they were a little sweet, this old madam stepped in. Isn't this adding to the chaos?"

Butler Fu glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense."

Sister Dai sighed worriedly: "I'm not joking, besides, these are brother and sister, even if they are not relatives, they have been called brother for so many years."

Steward Fu also felt a headache, but the old lady insisted on such an arrangement, what could he do?
"What should I do?" Sister Dai was really worried about her hair falling out.

Not to mention anything else, as far as this lady's indifferent and quiet temperament is concerned, she still likes it very much.

Steward Fu also sighed: "Who says it's not? There's really no way. We're just outsiders in this family. We don't dare to intervene. If you want me to say, it depends on the husband."

Sister Dai agreed: "Yes, as long as the husband doesn't waver and keeps a distance from the lady, nothing will happen."

Butler Fu opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

Seeing it like this, Sister Dai was upset: "If you want to talk, just say it, don't hesitate."

"I'm afraid it's difficult for you to think about it."

"Why?" Miss Dai was puzzled.

Steward Fu told her, "Mr. has always regarded Miss as his own sister. How do you ask him to keep a distance?"

It's normal to be intimate.

Sister Dai sighed faintly: "It's difficult."

Steward Fu also sighed, and the two looked at each other, sighing for a while, feeling very worried.

After the concert, people all went outside, and He Shengchen also pushed He Jing out, and looked down at his watch, it was already past eight o'clock.

"Are you hungry? Eat something before going back."

He Jing touched her stomach and nodded: "I'm hungry."

So the two went to eat. During the meal, He Shengchen looked down at his phone.

No phone calls, no text messages.

"What is brother looking at?" He Jing noticed that he had watched it more than once or twice, and she was a little annoyed: "Is it because I have been away for too long, my brother and I are strangers."

Before eating, he never looked at his phone.

He Shengchen picked up a piece of meat for her: "Don't think about it, I'm just a little worried about your sister-in-law, wondering if she has returned home."

He Jing paused slightly, lowered her head to eat the meat, and after a while, looked up at him: "Brother seems to really like sister-in-law, I've never seen you worry about someone like this before."

Like a couple in love.

When He Shengchen thought of something, he became softer: "You don't understand yet, but when you have someone you love, you will understand."

"Why don't I understand?" He Jing poked the white rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, bit her lips, and muttered, "I understand better than anyone else, it's just that my brother doesn't understand."

He Shengchen was puzzled: "What do I not understand?"

He paused, thought of something, and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

He Jing blushed, and quickly denied it: "No, no, nothing, brother, stop guessing."

"It doesn't matter, you must tell me." He Shengchen did not object to her falling in love.

However, this candidate must be investigated. If someone has ulterior motives, it will definitely not work.

"Really not." He Jing's face flushed red: "I just said it casually, seeing my brother and sister-in-law are so loving, I'm just a little envious."

He Shengchen did not doubt that he had him: "In the future, you will also have one."

It's a joy to be with the one you love.

After eating and preparing to go home, He Shengchen got into the car with He Jing in his arms, and put the wheelchair in the rear compartment.

He Jing sat in the back, looking obedient, never leaving his eyes. When he came in, she lay down on the back seat and said, "Brother, there is something I forgot to tell you."

"What's the matter?" He Shengchen started the engine.

He Jing rolled her eyes: "My sister-in-law told me before that she won't be going home today."

"Aren't you going home?" He Shengchen glanced at her, his expression changed slightly, this expression change was very subtle, and he soon returned to normal.

If he hadn't been with him for many years, He Jing knew him very well, and it would be impossible to notice him. She whispered, "Brother won't blame me, right? I was so happy to watch the concert, so I forgot about it."

He Shengchen shook his head: "No."

"It's been a long time since I've been with my brother." He Jing had a hint of joy on her face: "I'm very happy to finally be able to watch the concert and have dinner with my brother."

He Shengchen curled his lips together: "There is still a chance in the future, next time I will call your sister-in-law, and we will go together."

The smile on the corner of He Jing's mouth froze for a moment, and soon she opened the corner of her mouth again, smiling brilliantly: "Okay, then tomorrow, tomorrow we will go to school to pick up my sister-in-law."

"it is good."

The next day, Jiang Moyao got up and stretched, went downstairs to have breakfast after washing up, and saw Lin Wanru greeted her: "Good morning."

She yawned as she spoke.

Probably because of the bed, she tossed and turned last night and didn't fall asleep. She didn't fall asleep until after 4 o'clock in the morning. When she got up at 7 o'clock, she was still a little sleepy and dazed.

"Didn't sleep well?" Lin Wanru walked over and took her arm, pulling her to sit down and eat.

Jiang Moyao shook her head, she was much more energetic: "It's pretty good."

Although he looks energetic, his complexion can't deceive anyone, and the dark circles under his eyes are also very obvious.

"Do you want to put on makeup?" Lin Wanru reminded her.

Jiang Moyao took a photo with her phone, then shook her head: "Forget it, that's it, just sleep well tonight."

When I arrived at the school, as soon as I entered the classroom, I saw that many students had already arrived, including Li Jiaer.

He glanced over and froze.

"I'll go..." Li Jiaer thought of something, smiled a little obscenely, leaned over and whispered: "Why such a big dark circle? It seems that the nightlife is going well."

Jiang Moyao was startled, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lin Wanru glared at him, grinding her teeth: "Do you have no eyesight at all?"

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Li Jiaer was dazed. Before he could speak, he was slapped on the back. It wasn't heavy, but he was a little confused: "Liang Xiaoxiao, why did you hit me?"

"Because you're stupid." Liang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.

She knew that Jiang Moyao didn't come home at all last night, of course it was Lin Wanru who texted her about it.

Isn't he looking for a beating when he mentions "sports" now?
Li Jiaer was already used to being beaten, she didn't know what she did wrong, she didn't care, she was ashamed to ask: "You girls are always mysterious, you don't tell me anything."

Liang Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes at him, and took Jiang Moyao to the seat: "It seems that you haven't slept well, or you can sleep on your stomach for a while, it's self-study class in the morning."

Jiang Moyao nodded: "Thank you."

She was also really sleepy, and fell asleep within 10 minutes of lying there.

Waking up after a class, instead of relieving fatigue, she started to have a headache. She rubbed her temples.

"what happened to you?"

Lin Wanru's voice came from beside her, she turned her head and saw her worried eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "It's nothing, just a little headache, it will be fine in a while."

Lin Wanru looked at her and said nothing, just sighed.

Jiang Moyao paused: "Why are you sighing?"

"It's nothing." Lin Wanru held her chin with a complicated expression.

Jiang Moyao shook her head, and didn't ask any more questions. By noon, she felt that her headache was much better, but her complexion was still a bit ugly.

Lin Wanru endured it all morning, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked her: "You tell me the truth, what's going on? Your face is pale."

Jiang Moyao touched her face: "Is there?"

"Yes!" Lin Wanru said with a serious face, "I think something is wrong with you, the phone call yesterday must have been a quarrel."

Li Jiaer and Liang Xiaoxiao also surrounded her, and Liang Xiaoxiao said, "Yaoyao, if you have something that bothers you, just say it."

"Yes, we may be able to help you solve it, even if we can't help you, it will make you feel a lot better if you say it.