Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

"Star Feng, why are you free to visit the humble house today?" Han Yinjue didn't know what happened between the husband and wife, but he was quite happy to see Feng Cheng standing at the door.

Le De stepped aside: "Please come in, please come in."

Feng Cheng stood still, her beautiful gray eyes staring coldly at Young Master Han's face without making a sound.

Just when Han Yinjue was thinking hard about whether he had offended the Lord before, the young man finally said, "I need your help."

His voice was weak, and his two light-colored eyes were like mirrors, reflecting back everything he saw, making it impossible for Han Yinjue to guess the emotions behind them.

The wind orange feels too strong.

If Jiang Wu is a gentle ostrich, then he is definitely a raging sandstorm, where no grass grows.

Facing the young man's gaze, Han Yinjue felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he wanted to turn around and flee several times.

How should I put it, Feng Cheng's eyes don't contain any malice, not even contempt.

The tone of the speech is also straight and straight, and the content is still to ask him for help.

Jiang Wu was separated from the two of them, so Young Master Han shouldn't have refused.

"What are you busy with?"

Han Yinjue was a little puzzled, why he panicked just being looked at by him like this, as if he had done something wrong.

No, what a shame.

He, Han Yinjue, is doing well and sitting well, except for a little mess in his private life and a little more love history, there are no other stains.

But this is a common problem among rich people, and it's nothing at all.

"Let me ask you a few questions first."

"Oh, you ask."

"When was the last time you communicated with Jiang Wu?"

"Jiang Er?" Han Yinjue didn't understand why he asked this suddenly, "Probably, the night before you guys went on your honeymoon, he sent me a message to show off." That man is actually quite a stinky fart.

The coldness in Feng Cheng's eyes dissipated a bit: "You usually contact, what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Han Yinjue turned on his optical brain, pulled out the chat history with Jiang Wu, and ended up with a few swipes: "This kid basically didn't come to me before the accident. I’m more active, but I only think of me when I need help, you also know that he bought the Rain Mine Sea Area from Fanga, and when he came to me, he only talked about business matters and rarely involved personal matters.”

For this reason, Han Yinjue should have reacted no matter how stupid he is, "Something is wrong, is there something wrong with your relationship with Jiang's second child?"

Feng Cheng threw the ball back: "What do you think?"

"I think—it's definitely impossible." The only time Jiang Wu talked about Fengcheng, his whole face lit up, like a villain who picked up a treasure.

Almost killed him with acid.

Feng Cheng smiled inexplicably: "Young Master Han is not busy right now."

Han Yinjue's intuition is not good: can he say that he is busy?

Along the way, Young Master Han persevered, making indirect remarks, and finally understood the matter from the few words Feng Cheng gave.

Jiang Wu likes him?

Big ghost story!

Han Yinjue would rather believe that the man likes Bai Dongxuan than Jiang Wu would like him, First Young Master Han.It's pure nonsense.

If you say that there is a conflict, you will have a conflict. What's the matter if you bring an irrelevant person into it.

As a shield? !ha?Brother love it!

The good ones can't think of him, but the bad ones are the first to press on him.

Han Yinjue felt that he had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck before he knew Jiang Wu, a scumbag!

Jiang Wu didn't expect that Fengcheng would bring home the "adulterate man" he had fabricated.

The two good brothers looked at each other, seeing embarrassment and uniform disgust in each other's eyes.

[How did you come? ]

[You think I want to come? ]

"Sit down." Feng Cheng took out a bottle of malt whiskey from the refrigerator in the kitchen, poured three glasses and put them on the low table.

Jiang Wu couldn't figure out what trick he wanted to play, so he could only sit on the sofa as he said, and wait and see what happened.

Han Yinjue tactfully sat across from him, leaving Feng Cheng the seat next to Jiang Wu.

When everyone was seated, a subtle atmosphere rose.

Jiang Wu straightened his back, supported his thighs with both hands, and sat there without speaking, while Feng Cheng leaned against the sofa cushion, squinting his eyes and did not speak.

Han Yinjue looked at this and then at that.

Alas, it's all here, anyway, I won't be able to leave for a while.

I can only shoulder the heavy burden and play the role of that active atmosphere.

He held his wine glass and raised it: "I said, you two are newlyweds, what are you doing with a straight face, come on, let me toast you a glass, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and have a baby early, hahaha."

No one responded to him.

Han Yinjue smiled awkwardly for a while, and finally closed his mouth quietly, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Well, the conflict between the two is quite big.They are angry with each other.

He, an outsider, can't get involved in emotional matters.

"Brother Wu is unhappy?" Feng Cheng turned his face sideways, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wu's face.

"Happy." Jiang Wu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, picked up the wine glass on the table, and touched the one held by Han Yinjue opposite, "You brought my sweetheart, why are you unhappy?"

Han Yinjue:? ? ?

Don't talk nonsense, brother! !

Feng Cheng slowly turned her eyes, and her needle-like eyes poked straight at Han Yinjue's face.

The soft lips were raised, and he smiled and said, "I only found out today that Brother Wu likes Young Master Han."

"This...how is it possible." Han Yinjue's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes looked at the dull and silent man, and he said anxiously: "Jiang Er, you should say something."

Feng Cheng's eyes almost turned him into a hornet's nest.

Jiang Wu clenched the cup tightly, and admitted in one go: "He is right."

As if to cover up something, he took a sip of the full glass of whiskey, "Talk, I'll go back to my room." The wine had a lot of stamina, and a few hundred milliliters passed through his throat and burned all the way into his stomach.

The entire neck was stained red by the smell of alcohol, and when he got up, he swayed slightly because of the dizziness of his brain.

"Hey," Han Yinjue stretched out his hand worriedly, "Do you want to help?"

"No need." Jiang Wu waved his hand, his eyes fell on the top of Feng Cheng's head, and he stopped.

The young man turned his face sideways, and his light-colored eyes met.

Like a cold lake in winter, the top layer of thin ice is full of cracks, so fragile that a single stone can break it.

Jiang Wu's heart ached when he saw it, and he was in a burning pain. He quickly looked away, left the two of them, and went back to the bedroom by himself.

The author has something to say: Brother Wu is still on the road to death today~