The cannon fodder of fast wear, she chooses to farm

Chapter 850 Black and red top class scheming stepsister (36)

Xu Shi couldn't wait for Xu Yin's reply, so He Shi simply called:
"Your brother knows about this and blames himself very much."

In fact, Jiang Zhaoyu didn't just blame himself.

When he concentrates on making music, he has nothing else to do, and he is particularly disgusted and irritable to anyone or anything that interrupts him.

So once I get into songwriting, I like to retreat.Not only is his mobile phone turned off, but Xiao Cen also thinks that Xiao Cen interrupted him by switching the phone to the left and switching the phone to the right. He simply doesn’t even open the door of the studio. When he’s hungry, he boils water and makes a cup of instant noodles. Sometimes inspiration strikes , I don’t even care about instant noodles, so I just look for some bread, yogurt and other stocks in the small refrigerator.

Just like that, I missed the big event that happened at home. Fortunately, my sister was smart and He Shi helped me, otherwise...

He pulled his hair in frustration, not wanting to forgive himself.

In addition, he expressed super dissatisfaction with Zhou Meiying and the newspaper's trial results, so dissatisfied that the whole person was almost blackened.

"It's just that going to jail is too cheap for her! She should really let her taste the feeling of being bullied by the Internet."

"The Yunlian Newspaper helped the tyrant, and it's over by sending an apology letter lightly when it's over? Tian Rong was detained for three days? What the hell is it only three days? He pushed my family to the forefront, so it's punishment? Shit is fair!"

He kicked the tea table hard, and the glass kettle and teacups on the table rolled to the ground. Fortunately, there was a carpet, otherwise it would have been smashed to pieces.

Xiao Cen lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

Furious Jiang Zhaoyu, it was the first time he had followed him as an assistant for so many years.

Zhou Minghui had a terrible headache: "Calm down! Our side is trying to figure out a way, but you as a newspaper have no idea? They have also found a lot of connections. If He Shi hadn't stared at them, maybe even a public apology letter would have been approved." It has been procrastinating, and finally the matter was replaced by a fine. Now it is a relatively fair result. If you find someone to get them, what will the officials think? Think you are questioning the fairness of the law. And you Are you not afraid of being exposed and tearing yourself into the water? Do you think you don't have enough black fans?"

Jiang Zhaoyu bit his back teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Then with a bang, he locked himself in the room.

He felt worthless.

When his family needed him, he was immersed in his music world without knowing it.

By the time you know it, everything will be settled.

He didn't help at all, so he wanted to make up for something, at least let the media know that Dad Xu and Yin Yin are his family members, and he bullied them, so he should pass his own test first... But his agent said, "I don't think there are enough black fans." "The blow was decent.

As a member of the family, he can't give his family any help.What is the use of him living like this?

He closed his eyes, frames flashed in his mind——

The most violent quarrel between the biological parents before their divorce seemed to be caused by him;

On the day my parents divorced, my father carried the suitcase and left without looking back, as if he was a burden;

At the scene of his mother's car accident, he picked up the truck driver and beat him up. He even wanted him to pay for his life, but was manipulated by the driver's family. If Father Xu hadn't protected him behind him and apologized, he might have died that year. He's going to be sent to the juvenile prison for intentionally hurting someone.

Over the years, he has been scolded by black fans, and his private messages and mailboxes have been filled with all kinds of insulting letters. Some black fans scolded him for not dying, and living is a waste of air;

And this time...

He is the kind of person who seems to be born to make the family uneasy.

"elder brother!"

"elder brother!"

There was a bang on the apartment's not-so-soundproof door.

Jiang Zhaoyu's ears moved slightly, he suspected that he heard it wrong, how could it be his sister's voice?
"Brother, you haven't been home for a long time, don't you miss Dad's dishes? He has developed a new dish, let me bring you a taste, it is made of bitter melon, I think it is a bit bitter, but Dad said you must like it , Brother, come out and eat while it’s hot.”

After Xu Yin answered He Shi's call, she quickly asked Father Xu to make Daojiang Zhaoyu's favorite bitter gourd stuffing, but this time the stuffing wasn't meat, but fresh shrimp, so it could be a new dish at least.

She was worried that he would blame himself too much, which would lead to aggravation of depression. Wouldn't it be back to the plot?
Finally there was some movement in the room, Xu Yin continued her efforts, lying on the door panel and continued:
"Brother, everything is fine at home, it's not as serious as you think. That's right! I have some good news to tell you. I got a scholarship. The two items total more than 2 yuan! How about I treat you to dinner? Don’t go to Dad’s restaurant, let’s go to the restaurant! I invite you to eat western food! I have a sister who Wangnian took me to the western restaurant. The steak is fresh and tender, and the fried foie gras with blueberry sauce melts in your mouth. The environment is also quite good. I Please go and eat."

"Crack-"

The door opened.

Jiang Zhaoyu's eyes were scarlet, and he leaned against the door and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Take me to a restaurant outside? Are you afraid of being photographed? Those who scold me may scold you too."

"Whoever scolds me, I will scold back." Xu Yin shrugged, "Whoever is afraid of whom!"

After a pause, she looked at Jiang Zhaoyu seriously and said, "Brother, in this life, life and death are not important matters. As long as our family is neat and tidy, what hurdles can we not overcome? If we act upright and behave in an upright manner, it's fine." It's scary. They shoot as they like, we eat our food, go shopping in our streets, and be ourselves freely..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhou Minghui coughed hard, "It's better not to take a picture, otherwise I have to explain..."

"..."

Xu Yin glanced at the manager with a bit of resentment in her eyes: show me some face, don't slap me in the face so quickly, okay?

Jiang Zhaoyu chuckled self-deprecatingly, look, how can there be any real freedom?

He raised his hand and rubbed his sister's head: "Okay, I figured it out."

"Really?"

"Well, didn't you bring me a new dish made by Dad? What about the dish?"

He walked to the dining room first.

He Shi had already dug out a pack of milky steamed buns from the refrigerator, and they were steaming in the wok.

Xu Yin came in a hurry and brought two Jiang Zhaoyu's favorite dishes, but forgot to pack rice and snacks.

"For the sake of steaming steamed buns for you, how much will I share?" He Shi put the steamed buns on the table and asked with a smile.

Jiang Zhaoyu glanced at him: "If I say no difference, you won't eat it?"

"You don't care, I have to fend for myself." He Shi took a pair of chopsticks, quickly picked up a bitter melon stuffed shrimp, and when he ate it, his handsome features wrinkled slightly, "Bitter?"

"They all said it was bitter melon."

"..."

But bitterness has a bitter taste, not to mention that bitter melon clears heat and relieves throat, which is of great benefit to their singers. The two big men gathered around this bitter melon stuffed to eat.

Xu Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing them scrambling for food, she picked up her schoolbag and prepared to go back to school.

Jiang Zhaoyu looked over suddenly: "Going away? Aren't you going to treat brother to western food?"

"...Uh, are you going to eat today?"

"Is not it?"

"...Yes, yes, brother, you can go whenever you want!"

(End of this chapter)