Jane Sanshao's love story

Looking at the boy's flickering eyes, Jian Fengliang sighed slightly: "I'm sorry."

Jian Qiubai sneered: "It's not easy, you can make Young Master Jian apologize."

Jian Fengliang pondered for a while, then suddenly took out a bank gold card from his coat pocket, put it on the table, pushed it to Jian Qiubai's hand and said

"This is part of the cash inheritance left to you by Jian Cunli's will. Besides this, you also have a piece of real estate, which is a villa under Jian Cunli's name, in the center of Songcheng City..."

"I do not want."

"This is what you deserve."

"In my heart, Jian Cunli was never my father."

"Jian Qiubai, I know you hate us very much in your heart, but have you ever thought about it? Why didn't I hate you? If it weren't for your mother's intervention, my mother wouldn't be so angry and anxious, and die so early, saying In the end, it was your mother's greed that caused..."

"Don't blame my mother for all the bad things?" Jian Qiubai interrupted him with sharp eyebrows: "Your mother died of a sudden illness, and she would have died without my mother."

"Without your mother, she wouldn't have died so early!"

"Are you so sure that she was pissed off by my mother?" Jian Qiubai sneered as if spitting ice in his eyes, "Jian Fengliang, you think too highly of my mother's ability. The lovers around Jian Cunli are more than My mother is one, without Jiang Fengli marrying in, there will be Wang Fengli, Li Fengli, thousands of Fengli, so, the one you want to hate should not be my mother, but your passionate and amorous biological father! "

Jian Fengliang let out a long breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, a struggle appeared on his face.

"I don't want to recall the past anymore." Jian Qiubai lowered his eyes and said wearily: "No matter whose fault it is, time has already punished us for each other. Now that it's over, I don't want to mention it again."

"Okay." Jian Fengliang pulled his bow tie, straightened up and said, "The grievances between the two of us are over. Now, let's talk about Yuan Chengyi."

Jian Qiubai rolled her eyes and looked up at him.

Jian Fengliang took out a yellowed photo from his suit pocket and handed it over.

Jian Qiubai was silent for a while, then took it in a daze.

In the photo, he looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, very embarrassed.

He curled up and fell to the ground, wearing a school uniform, his face was bruised and purple, and the corner of his mouth was covering his stomach with blood.

He remembered that it was his 14th birthday, and he had originally agreed to go to a snack bar near the school with Yuan Chengyi to eat stewed fire after school, but he was stopped by these two brothers just after leaving the school.

First they were beaten, and then they were photographed.

It was their usual routine back then.

In the photo, Jian Fengyi put his feet on his shoulders with a smile, and looked at the camera to beg Ye. The person who took the picture was naturally Jian Fengliang.

Jian Qiubai's fingers trembled twice, and she suddenly threw the photo in her hand on the table, unwilling to look at it again.

It can be seen that time is not everything.

No matter how much time has passed, his heart will still shrivel coldly when he touches these dusty memories again.

"You should remember this photo, right?"

Jian Fengliang picked up the teacup and stroked the halo of the porcelain and asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" Jian Qiubai raised his head and stared at him coldly, his voice was cold: "Why do you want me to watch this?"

Jian Fengliang sighed: "I'm sorry, I was young and ignorant before, so I vented all my anger on you."

Only after growing up did he realize that Jian Qiubai was the most innocent victim involved in this grievance.

Impatientness floated on Jian Qiubai's face: "I said, there is no need to apologize, and I will not accept your apology. If you keep saying things like this, then there is no need for me to stay here now."

"Don't worry." Jian Fengliang picked up the photo on the desktop again, handed it to Jian Qiubai and said, "Look carefully at this photo, don't you find anything wrong?"

Jian Qiubai's heart trembled: "What's wrong?"

Jian Fengliang didn't speak, and handed the photo to him again, after a moment of silence, Jian Qiubai took it again, and carefully looked at it twice.

But there was nothing, except for his embarrassment and Jian Fengyi's pride, he couldn't see anything.

"Say it straight." Jian Qiubai threw the photo on the table: "I can't see anything, between the two of us, there is no need to waste time beating around the bush."

Jian Fengliang picked up the photo and stroked it: "Your focus is only on you and Feng Yi in the photo, but you didn't see the shadow of the other person standing in the corner?"

Jian Qiubai's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"

Jian Fengliang brought the photo closer to his eyes, and pointed with his index finger at the lower left corner of the photo, a small tree shadow, behind the big tree, was a blurry figure, because it was too blurry, he could only vaguely see the clothes on the person .

"Have you seen this person?" Jian Fengliang said slowly.

Jian Qiubai looked impatient: "It's so blurry, I can't see clearly."

"Did you see the clothes he was wearing?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Qiubai." Jian Fengliang paused every word, "That's the work uniform that our Jian family distributes to the security personnel uniformly, and the bodyguards are all in dark blue. You know, you are the only bodyguard in the Jian family, and you are Only Yuan Chengyi has such a dress."

Jian Qiubai's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head in a daze to look at the lower left corner of the yellowed photo.

Subtle fit, dull colour.

He had complained countless times, but the rigid Yuan Chengyi would always wear that dress during working hours.

appear in the photo.

Appeared in the photo of him being beaten.

A coldness similar to ice cubes rose from the heart, and even the nerve endings felt like pinpricks jumping out.

Seeing the boy's face suddenly changed, Jian Fengliang said in a low voice

"You can see it too, who is this person who is hiding behind the tree and watching you being beaten?"

Jian Qiubai's eyes flickered twice, and after a long silence, he said dryly, "So what? It's very likely, very likely that he just stood there and hasn't had time to come to rescue me."