Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai gritted her teeth: "What does it have to do with him? Even if I don't have any backing, I won't be afraid of you!"

"Okay, since you're not afraid, let's meet once at noon today."

"I'm not going."

"Really not coming?"

"I'm sick of seeing you."

"Autumn White..."

"I'm hanging up." After Jian Qiubai finished speaking, she wanted to raise her hand and press the hang up button.

But at this moment, Jian Fengliang's anxious words suddenly came from the microphone: "Don't hang up, don't you want to know about Yuan Chengyi?"

The boy's movements stopped unconsciously when he heard the three words "Yuan Chengyi".

Jian Fengliang breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "I invited you here this time to tell you a secret, about your lover Yuan Chengyi! If you don't come, you will definitely regret it!"

After a long silence, Jian Qiubai let out a long breath and put the phone to his ear again.

There's no way, as long as it's about Yuan Chengyi, he can't be indifferent.

What's more, he felt even more worried that this secret was revealed from the uneasy and kind Jian Fengliang.

Jian Qiubai cut to the chase: "What secret?"

Jian Fengliang sneered: "I knew you would submit."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jian Qiubai frowned, and shouted impatiently, "I don't have the patience to go around in circles with you."

Jian Fengliang raised his voice in surprise: "Jian Qiubai, you didn't have such a temper before, who made your temper like this?"

"Can you control it?!"

"Okay, I don't care." Jian Fengliang said calmly: "It's six o'clock now, and I'll give you half an hour to Wanfeng Hotel. When I arrive, I will tell you the ulterior secret about Yuan Chengyi."

Jian Fengliang specially emphasized the words "unspeakable", and Jian Qiubai's heart trembled inexplicably when he heard it.

Jian Fengliang acted in a treacherous and dark manner, and it would be really dangerous for Yuan Chengyi to hold any secrets in his hands.

Jian Qiubai didn't dare to think too much, hung up the phone hastily, hailed a taxi and rushed to Wanfeng Hotel.

"I'm here, tell me."

Jian Qiubai stared at the person sitting on the sofa in front of him, smoking leisurely.

Jian Fengliang raised his eyes, glanced up and down Jian Qiubai and said, "Not bad, I look much better than before."

Jian Qiubai snorted coldly with displeasure and said, "If you have something serious to do, please speak up."

Jian Fengliang raised his chin to him and said, "Sit, it's so uncomfortable to stand, I have to look up at you, you know, I hate looking up at others the most."

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips and sat down opposite him.

Jian Fengliang took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Jian Qiubai.

Jian Qiubai glanced at him expressionlessly: "I don't smoke."

"Did he not let you smoke?"

"what?"

"Your good friend, Yuan Chengyi, the neighbor, is it because he doesn't let you smoke?"

Jian Qiubai said with a sharp cut: "Does it have something to do with you?"

Jian Fengliang extinguished the cigarette in his mouth and put it in the ashtray beside him and said, "I'm your brother anyway."

"Ha." Jian Qiubai raised his head and sneered, "Jian Fengliang, can you stop saying such ridiculous things?"

Jian Fengliang's expression changed slightly and he said: "Qiubai, no matter how many festivals we have, we have the same blood running through our bodies. Just like that, you can never deny it."

"So what?" Jian Qiubai stared at him slightly and said, "Now tell me that we have the same blood on our bodies. Why didn't you tell me when you brothers conspired to force my mother out of Jian's house? Did I say brotherly love? Jian Fengliang, as a human being, you can't be so shameless."

The veins on Jian Fengliang's forehead twitched: "Jian Qiubai, you speak so viciously now, who did you learn from?"

He wasn't so talkative before.

"Stop talking nonsense." Jian Qiubai snorted impatiently: "Didn't you come to tell me some secret about Yuan Chengyi? Now that I'm here, tell me."

"Don't worry." Jian Fengliang put his arms around his chest, looked at him quietly, stared at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "Are you living with Yuan Chengyi?"

Jian Qiubai frowned: "Is it related to you?"

Jian Fengliang snorted and smiled, picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a sip, and said quietly: "You are my half-brother, my brother is about to decide to stay with someone, do you think this is the same as Am I okay?"

Jian Qiubai narrowed his eyes: "Don't insult the word brother."

"I won't go around in circles with you anymore." Jian Fengliang's voice sank: "I came here to persuade you to stay away from that Yuan Chengyi."

"reason?"

"He has no feelings for you."

Jian Qiubai snorted coldly: "I shouldn't have come today." After speaking, the boy stood up from the chair and walked out.

"Jian Qiubai." Jian Fengliang called to stop him from behind. "Anyway, we are connected by blood, and I will not harm you."

Jian Qiubai turned her head: "You mean, Yuan Chengyi will harm me?"

"Yes." Jian Fengliang said solemnly: "He is definitely not sincere to you."

"Oh." Jian Qiubai shook his head and smiled wryly: "I just ran to you in a hurry to listen to your nonsense because I lost my mind." After speaking, the boy turned his head and walked out without hesitation.

"Can you listen to me?" Jian Fengliang raised his voice and called to stop him: "If you still insist on choosing your neighbor after listening, then I have nothing to say."

Jian Qiubai stopped, and after a moment of silence, the boy turned around abruptly, took a big stride and sat down again facing Jian Fengliang and said,

"Tell me, I'd like to see how many flowers you can weave."

Jian Fengliang raised his eyebrows, looked at Jian Qiubai fixedly, and said in silence for a while: "Do you still remember the day when you first entered Jian's house and were bullied by me and Feng Yi?"

Jian Fengyi is the younger brother of Jian Fengliang's mother.

Jian Qiubai's eyes turned cold: "How dare you forget the pain of cutting out your heart?"

It was the two of them who dyed his childhood, youth, bloody.

The years of panic that lasted for more than five years were a shadow that he could not erase in his life.