The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

He Jiali felt deeply indebted to his brother He Qi.

After all, he was the chosen one.

He Qi was the one who was given up.

He could give up almost anything to He Qi.

The huge wealth Xu Sijuan accumulated, everything he owned.

Only Pan Shu could not give in.

He Qi lowered his eyes, his long, thick black eyelashes trembled, and he spoke with difficulty: "I have an ancient painting that is rotten...so I want to trouble you to see if there is any need to repair it..."

lame reason.

But he thought carefully about his words and repeated them a thousand times in his heart before he dared to say them out.

Pan Shu glanced at him lightly and said, "Leave the painting. You can leave. Come and pick it up in three days."

The tone was so unfamiliar.

Like treating the most ordinary customers.

She wasn't special to him anymore.

He Jiali stood in front of Pan Shu and looked at this brother with similar facial features and eyes casually, but there was no hint of respect in what he said.

"Did you hear that? People leave, but the paintings stay."

He Qi regarded He Jiali as air.

In fact, he did not take He Jiali, the second generation ancestor, seriously.

He was silent for a moment and asked her, "Why."

Why is that person He Jiali?

She was not surprised at all by his relationship with He Jiali.

You must have known it for a long time.

She chose He Jiali.

"Mr. He, don't you think you are annoyed?" Pan Shu curved her lips cruelly, "As Mr. He can see, Mr. He's brother and I are together, and Jia Li is much more lovable than Mr. He."

"I am born with a vicious heart, so Mr. He no longer needs to insist on an answer. It is just hurting others and hurting myself."

He Qi's face turned a little pale.

He raised his eyes to cover up some kind of bloody despair.

"Is it just because of that incident?" He pursed his lips, "I can apologize. It's my fault. I listened to other people's words. I don't know... I really don't know what happened to me. After meeting An Xiaxia, I seem to be a different person, I always do a lot of things that are beyond the norm..."

He is not easily trusting of other people's temperaments. On the contrary, he is sensitive and suspicious.

But it starts from meeting An Xiaxia.

It seemed that God told him.

You have to love her.

But deep down in his soul, he was struggling. He didn't like An Xiaxia at all, not at all.

Ban Shu's eyebrows were full of boredom, "Mr. He is affecting my business."

He Jiali's handsome and handsome face was a little colder, the corners of his lips were raised slightly, and he issued an eviction order, "I think I'm leaving. It's not right to pester my brother's girlfriend here."

He Qi clenched his fists, barely able to hold back the violence in his bones and blood.

He is decent after all.

I don't want to lose even the last trace of dignity in front of Pan Shu.

Even now, he must be in a very miserable state.

His lips were pale, "I have something to say to you."

"Just say it here."

Pan Shu had no intention of letting He Jiali avoid him.

Sweet joy spread in He Jiali's heart.

He Qi closed his eyes and suppressed all the turbulent emotions. When he opened his eyes again, there was only calmness in his eyes, without any waves.

"Whether you believe it or not, what I said that day was not my intention."

"That An Xiaxia and I haven't even spoken a few words. How could I question you for her? I don't know what's going on. I seem to be bewitched, and it's tempting me to cause trouble for you and make you unhappy... It's my fault, I'm sorry, I..."

"enough."

Pan Shu sneered and interrupted him, "So what does Mr. He want to say?"

"Sorry." He opened his lips, "I'm really sorry."

"Well, that's it, you can go." Pan Shu crossed her arms over her chest, aloof and cruelly deciding the believer's life or death.

Gods don’t care what believers think.

It is a believer's privilege to love her.

Corresponding.

Believers who surrender to love should also bear some punishment, right?

He Qi's heart ached intensely.

But he also knew that staying any longer would only aggravate her and nothing would change.

Not reconciled.

But also helpless.

I had to leave in silence.

The legs felt like they were filled with a thousand kilograms of lead stone.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his hands and feet were cold.

After He Qi left, He Jiali hooked Banshu's little finger without asking anything. He watched silently as she put the scroll aside, picked up the dried heart of the painting on the wall and began to apply starch water.

He saw her at work for the first time.

He Jiali knew that it was not profitable to repair ancient paintings these days.

It's purely sentimental.

An ordinary person might not be able to survive a day.

She is the only one who loves it and keeps doing it.

Giving money back is nothing.

After all, he also has money.

As long as she likes it, she will stay in this small ancient painting shop for the rest of her life. He will help her from the side, fanning her with a cattail leaf fan in the summer and burning charcoal to keep her warm in the winter.

That's it, until old age.

This kind of life is quite good.

He Jiali laughed softly.

It's not about a sports car, a mansion, a carnival of wine and meat, it's better to be happy and comfortable with her.

"What are you thinking about being so happy?" Pan Shu took the time to look at him and kept moving her hands, "Bring me the smallest scroll, yes, that's the one."

Putting the scroll next to Pan Shu's hand, He Jiali smiled: "I want to stay with my sister for the rest of my life."

Pan Shu was silent for a while and decided to break the boy's fantasy, "Our relationship will not last long."

Understanding what Wong Panshu meant, He Jiali thought that she would get married in the future, and the foster relationship would have to end then.

He did not dare to ask for a positive status.

He was too humble and too cautious in this relationship.

He Jiali pursed his lips and hugged Pan Shu tightly from behind, as if this way he could keep her in his own world. His voice was low and lustful: "I can do it, sister."

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"As long as my sister is willing, I don't need to be known by anyone. As long as I can stay with my sister, I can be a mistress."

"Ok?"

"After all, in relationships, there is no first come, first served. The one who is not loved is the mistress, right?"

"Huh???" Pan Shu felt that her outlook on life was exploding, "What nonsense are you thinking about?"

"Didn't my sister say that our relationship can end at any time?" He Jiali kissed Ban Shu's cheek aggrievedly, "I don't want to be separated from my sister, I will die, I really will die."

"Not yet."

Pan Shu really liked the feeling of being with He Jiali.

The joy of young people is pure and passionate.

Not so much calculation.

Not so tired either.

I like it sincerely and blatantly.

Pan Shu was infected by him.

She sighed helplessly, "Be confident in yourself, He Jiali. If you work hard, you can be my boyfriend... By then, the maintenance relationship will of course be terminated."

He Jiali looked at her almost in disbelief.

He never calculated that what hit him on the head might not be the pie he hated, but maybe the blueberry-flavored cake he liked.

But he couldn't think of it.

There is one more.

It's called pie.

Draw pie.