Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai opened the refrigerator on his own, took out the cooking bowl, said "Oh" expressionlessly, and turned to go into the kitchen.

Yuan Yingying stared angrily, pointed at Jian Qiubai's back and said, "Brother, did you see that, he has such an attitude towards me every day, he's always oh oh oh, I'm so angry that I want to hit him."

Yuan Chengyi looked at Jian Qiubai's upright little back, and thought to himself, he treats you like "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Brother has no culture.

"I'm so mad!" Yuan Yingying angrily patted the pillow in her hand again.

After seeing Jian Qiubai disappearing out of the room, Yuan Chengyi turned his head and spoke softly to persuade Yuan Yingying.

"Yingying, think about it from another angle." Yuan Chengyi pursed his lips and continued, "He is working for our family for free, right?"

Yuan Yingying was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

Yuan Chengyi sat next to her and coaxed

"You said that if you really poured some sulfuric acid on his face now, he would definitely have to be hospitalized, see a doctor, and delay working with our family, right?"

Yuan Yingying was silent for two seconds, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Yuan Chengyi continued, "So, Yingying, as for that kid, let's scold him more and beat him less. If he gets injured, how can he still cook for us? Are you right?"

Yuan Yingying always felt that there was something wrong with what she said, but she couldn't put it into words, so she nodded after thinking about it for a long time, "It seems...it seems to be right, well, then I will scold him more in the future .”

"That's right." Yuan Chengyi patted her head, "Don't hit him, lest you get your hands dirty and tired, right?"

Yuan Yingying hummed.

When the rice was on the table, Jian Qiubai wanted to leave, but Yuan Chengyi coughed and said, "There's too much rice, you stay to eat the leftovers."

Yuan Yingying also asked him to sit down and eat for the first time.

To be honest, Jian Qiubai didn't want to stay for dinner at all. The last time he ate once and almost sent him to the hospital, it was really terrible.

However, it cannot be refused.

If you owe others, you have to listen to them.

Jian Qiubai sat down beside Yuan Yingying.

As soon as he sat down, Yuan Chengyi kicked his bench leg and said, "Why are you sitting next to my sister? What's your intention, come and sit here!"

Jian Qiubai sighed helplessly in his heart, moved the stool resignedly, and sat down beside Yuan Chengyi.

The meal was very lively.

Yuan Yingying talked a lot, chatting with Yuan Chengyi all the time.

Jian Qiubai tried to reduce his sense of existence in silence, eating his rice beside him.

"Brother." Yuan Yingying suddenly raised her head and said in a serious voice, "When will you and Sister Yixuan get engaged?"

Jian Qiubai's hand holding the chopsticks trembled suddenly, almost hitting the bowl softly.

Only now did he know why Yuan Yingying asked him to sit down for dinner.

Yuan Chengyi's face froze and he said, "What are you talking about? Your sister Yixuan doesn't like me."

Yuan Yingying frowned, "Why don't you like it? Let me tell you, you don't understand women, she is waiting for you to take the initiative!"

Yuan Chengyi snorted, "I'm an old man with no education, but he is a talented student, what common language can I have!"

"Brother..." Yuan Yingying still wanted to speak.

Yuan Chengyi cut her off with a chicken leg, "Okay, let's eat first, I'm not even in a hurry about your marriage, what are you thinking for me?"

Yuan Yingying took a bite of the meat sullenly, and said vaguely, "You are my brother, even if you are getting married, you should get married first."

Yuan Chengyi lowered his head and concentrated on eating without speaking.

After dinner, Yuan Chengyi went to the study to handle the company's accounts.

Jian Qiubai cleaned up the tableware on the dining table.

"Hello." Yuan Yingying suddenly turned off the TV, got up from the sofa, and walked to him, "Stop your work first, and I'll tell you something."

Jian Qiubai snorted, and wiped her hands with a napkin.

Yuan Yingying's complexion changed and she shouted, "Oh, oh, who do you think you are?!"

Jian Qiubai's forehead twitched, "I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

"You have to remember that you came to our house to pay off the debt, not to be the fucking master."

"Oh."

"Oh again?!"

"I'm sorry." Jian Qiubai lowered her eyelids.

"Forget it!" Yuan Yingying waved her hand, "I can't get angry with you!"

Jian Qiubai stood in front of her with her back straight, waiting for instructions.

"Hey, let me tell you." Yuan Yingying cleared her throat and said seriously, "Now I'm going to send you an important task."

Jian Qiubai looked up, "You said"

"Help my brother chase Jiang Yixuan."

Jian Qiubai choked on the saliva, coughed twice and asked, "Shall I help him chase?"

"Yes!" Yuan Yingying looked at his face left and right and said, "Although you are useless, this face is not bad, and it looks quite believable."

Jian Qiubai was a little confused, "How can I help him with chasing his girlfriend?"

"You're stupid!" Yuan Yingying glared at him, "My brother is in a state of lack of self-confidence now. He always feels that he hasn't read much, so he is not good enough for Sister Yixuan. Now I want you to be by his side and help him build confidence."

"How to build it?"

"No." Yuan Yingying handed over a business card, "This is sister Yixuan's contact information. When the time comes, you invite her out and create a chance for my brother to meet her."

"and then?"

"Then you are assisting by the side, will the assist be possible?"

"Not particularly."

"I just keep praising my brother, saying that my brother is educated, connotative, and knowledgeable."

Jian Qiubai's forehead kept twitching.

What Yuan Yingying said happened to be exactly what Yuan Chengyi didn't have.

As far as he knew, Yuan Chengyi seemed to have dropped out of junior high school.

What Laoshizi culture, tell him about Confucius, and he will tell you about drills.

"Understand?"

Jian Qiubai sighed, put the business card in his pocket and said, "Understood."