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Knowing that Duan Jiakang wanted to change the subject, the man locked the door, and then said: "A certain person said earlier that he put all his heart into opening a B&B on this street because he was afraid that Jiu'er would not accept you."

The man's voice was neither too fast nor too slow, and was too cold, "Thousands of reminders, I said that I want to integrate into Jiu'er's life, and I don't want Mao'er to hate you, and cater to Jiu'er's preferences."

He paused, "Now expose people's faults behind their backs and speak ill of Ren Kuan, you will backfire."

Duan Jiakang's expression was dignified. After being poked at the sore spot, his expression changed. He nodded and walked towards the bed, "Jirong...how come you are not old?"

Jirong hated iron for being weak, "I'm telling you, you have to make jokes, so don't complain to me in the future."

Duan Jiakang responded with a "hmmm" with a bit of flattery and rare childishness. After lying down on the bed, he patted the pillow and signaled Fang Jirong to lie down, knowing that he couldn't be fooled, "That's what I said..."

The fetters of family love and blood relationship are hard to put into words, there is always a traction, even if it is a child who has not been raised by his side since childhood, when he sees Jiu'er, the kind of pity and guilt makes Duan Jiakang desperately want to make up for it.

But after all, it's just that I think it's good for leeks.

"But..." Duan Jiakang pulled him to his side, "Let's put aside the matter of Ren Kuan. I haven't found a chance to explain it clearly to Jiu'er. Ren Kuan is an uncertain factor because of the treatment of Jiu'er's eyes. I don't want to let a Uncertain factors to affect leeks."

However, this uncertain factor has a great impact on Chiu'er.

He didn't want to interfere with who Jiu'er liked, but Ren Kuan was not the best candidate in his heart.

Jiu'er and Duan Jiakang couldn't stop arguing, just now he was holding his breath, and now he was lying on the bed alone, unable to stop his anger after being discouraged.

Tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, and feeling inexplicably sad, he hugged the pillow and rubbed his face against it.

On the one hand, he firmly trusts Kuan, Ren Kuan will never lie to him, on the other hand, he is afraid of Ren Kuan getting married, two contradictory thoughts make him suffer.

Marriage is possession for others, and sharing for Jiuer, but Ren Kuan seems to have never belonged to him from the beginning to the end.

It was as if he was coveting a treasure that would be possessed by someone one day. This kind of powerless anxiety overwhelmed Jiu'er.

The mental activity of blind people is a struggle between themselves and themselves. They need faith, so Jiuer will unconditionally believe in Ren Kuan. He is afraid that Ren Kuan will personally break his illusion.

He didn't expect anything before, because he knew he couldn't grasp it, so he didn't dare to ask for it, but Ren Kuan was different, even if it was futile, he wanted to try.

Thinking of Duan Jiakang categorically saying that Ren Kuan would not come tomorrow, Jiu'er couldn't help but get angry. He is not Ren Kuan, so why should he jump to conclusions.

It is one thing to be angry, but another to be inexplicably worried. He has no confidence, not only in Ren Kuan, but also in himself.

After repeating the whole night, Jiu'er didn't sleep well, he got up early, and as usual, sat in front of the massage parlor and waited for Ren Kuan's arrival.

The homestay opposite is also open, and the homestay that doesn't fit in with this street is not doing well.

After all, the people who come here to spend money are old men who are over half a century old and people who have gone to work in the city. They will think that a small hotel with more than ten yuan and 20 yuan is too expensive.

After making a cup of tea in the morning, Fang Jirong sat on the first floor of the B&B, watching Jiu'er come out of the massage shop, and sat obediently at the door.

According to his observation, Jiu'er got up a little earlier than usual, and it looked like he was competing with Duan Jiakang.

Moreover, Liu'er will not accept all the kindness of others. For example, if he asks someone to give Liu'er a cushion, Liu'er will politely say thank you, but if it is a gift of food, Liu'er will refuse.

Fang Jirong watched for a while, until other people in the massage parlor went in one after another, but Jiu'er still didn't wait for Ren Kuan.

Jiu'er gradually became irritable, her hands kept groping on the sill, and the expression on her face was so ugly that she couldn't control herself.

Jiu'er's unconscious movements all indicated that his emotions were gradually getting out of control.

At this time, Duan Jiakang came down from upstairs and looked at Fang Jirong. Fang Jirong was the first to speak, "You backfired, you know?"

Duan Jiakang smiled reluctantly, admitting his fault, "I'll go talk to him..."

"Is it really okay for you to go now?" If Ren Kuan is the fuel tank, the appearance of Duan Jiakang is the fuse, and reasoning with Jiu'er now will undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.

It's really not good to go now, but you can't let Jiu'er get out of control, Fang Jirong motioned Duan Jiakang to sit down, and he walked towards Jiu'er by himself.

"Is the shop open? Chive."

Jiu'er turned his face away instinctively, not wanting to face anyone, his facial expression twitched, his fingers intertwined, and he kept digging at the dead skin on his fingertips.

Even if Fang Jirong didn't have a provocative tone, Jiu'er would still resist, any sound would distract him, and if he was distracted, he would miss Ren Kuan's footsteps.

This was the first time Fang Jirong spoke to Jiu'er, and he asked again in a calm tone, "Is the shop open? Jiu'er."

Jiu'er shook his head dully, he was not answering Fang Jirong's question, but refusing Fang Jirong's conversation.

"I think you've been playing all day and you don't know the time. People asked you if you have opened a shop!"

Jiu'er seemed to be speaking to Wang Rui, but also to Fang Jirong, "I don't want to pinch..."

There were not many guests at first, but Jiu'er still put on airs, Wang Rui was so angry that stares flashed in his eyes, "What's wrong with you again!"

"Boss Wang." Fang Jirong hurriedly interrupted, "I want to talk to him, but he has been sitting at the door for a long time."

Wang Rui was still mentally haggard, too lazy to care about anything, smiled at Fang Jirong, and said politely: "If you need anything, don't bother him."

Wang Rui walked into the store, and Jiu'er felt that Fang Jirong hadn't left yet, so she repeated, "I don't want to pinch today..."

"I'm the owner of the homestay opposite." Fang Jirong pointed at the homestay, meeting Jiakang's eyes.

Hearing Fang Jirong's words, Jiu'er resisted all people and things related to Duan Jiakang, and did not talk to anyone who was not very polite.

Fang Jirong sat next to Jiu'er, "Waiting for someone here? Waiting for the owner of the small restaurant up there, right?"

Hearing Ren Kuan's news, Jiu'er's blushing ears twitched, but she still didn't answer.

"Yesterday, Mr. Duan told you that Boss Ren won't come today?" Fang Jirong's voice was very pleasant, and he said in a tone that was on Jiu'er's side, "Don't talk to an old man. Old people don't like what they say. I I'll accompany you and wait for him."

Jiu'er didn't understand the point, and asked without thinking: "Then are you old?"

Fang Jirong had never brought a child before, so he was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm older than you, and I should be several years older than Ren Kuan."

If Ren Kuan is mentioned in everything, Jiu'er will be very interested.

Fang Jirong looked quite young, not like a man in his forties, when he put on his glasses he was a bit cold and serious.

Talking to Jiu'er at this time, he is like a kindergarten teacher, with a soft tone, trying to appear amiable and approachable.