Song Wanqiao noticed that Jiang Yin was wearing a fresh and beautiful college style today, but there was nothing lOgO about it. She guessed that it was bought casually on Taobao for a few hundred yuan.
She suddenly felt a little distressed, "Yin Yin, don't you like the clothes A Cheng sent? I haven't seen you wearing them?"
Jiang Yin twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking of the exaggerated dress, and said tactfully: "No, I don't like it. I can't usually wear a dress."
Song Wanqiao immediately said as if she was offering a treasure, "Mom will send someone to make another batch! They are all suitable for daily wear!"
Jiang Ruoyu's expression changed on the side.
Batch after batch, it’s like buying goods from the wholesale market! My mother is so doting!
She looked at Jiang Yin with jealous eyes, but she quickly calmed down. Tiantian smiled and said:
"I should prepare more clothes for my sister. It's not like when I was growing up with my parents, I had countless clothes."
Oh, how can the charity my mother gave me once or twice compare to what she received in eighteen years?
Song Wanqiao made a decision immediately, "Yin Yin, mom, tell the designer to send new clothes directly to your home. This way you can look good and go out to play every time the seasons change!"
Jiang Yin nodded. If he tried to shirk it any longer, it would hurt his mother's heart.
The corners of Jiang Ruoyu's mouth froze, and his eyes were extremely cold as he stared at the girl in front of him.
**
The next day.
Jiang Yin walked down the stairs with her bag on her back.
When she got downstairs, the atmosphere in the restaurant calmed down inexplicably.
Song Wanqiao left for the company early in the morning. Jiang Cheng and Jiang Ruoyu were the only two people at the dining table, and their expressions changed.
Jiang Cheng said coldly, "You slept soundly."
Jiang Yin pulled out the chair and took a seat. Why is this little kid so crazy?
Jiang Ruoyu on the side sniffed, her voice choked, "Ah Cheng, forget it. My sister just has a problem with me. After all, I am just an outsider. And her ex-boyfriend is my fiancé, so it is inevitable that she will be jealous. I can understand it. ......."
A few simple words made Jiang Cheng frown, "Sister, what do you understand? As soon as she returned to Jiang's house, she asked her mother to buy batch after batch of clothes, which is obviously a show of power to you!"
Jiang Yin felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she heard this title.
He was probably his biological brother, who helped Jiang Ruoyu and came to condemn her.
She still said casually on the surface: "What? Are you unhappy with mom buying me clothes?"
"I'm not happy with your showy attitude."
"I'm unhappy." Jiang Yin chuckled, raising her cold beautiful eyes, "Hold it in."
Jiang Cheng has a temper that explodes at the slightest moment. No one in the Jiang family dares to speak to him like that, "Hold it, Jiang Yin, why do you think so?"
"Sister, forget about your usual quarrels with me. How could you talk to Jiang Cheng like this? He is your brother." Jiang Ruoyu pitifully broke up the fight.
At the same time, he fanned the flames and said, "Jiang Cheng, apologize to your sister quickly, otherwise my mother will scold you if she finds out!"
Jiang Yin scooped up the yogurt with a spoon and took a bite slowly.
Jiang Cheng was really pissed off, was she still in the mood to eat? !
He glared hard and said, "I won't apologize. Jiang Yin, you should really show your mother like this! You pretend to be innocent and pitiful in front of your mother, and act like a good girl who has nothing to do with the world."
"You're right, I'm pretending."
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Look, you admitted it yourself!"
Jiang Yin put down the spoon and clapped her chin, "Jiang Cheng, have you ever been beaten?"
Hearing the inexplicable words, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown, "What are you doing? You want to fight? I'm telling you, I don't hit women..."
At this time, his mobile phone on the table lit up, and several messages popped up.
Jiang Yin said calmly: "See for yourself."
He picked up the phone with an impatient expression and quickly slid his fingers through several photos of scars, feeling confused and frightened.
what the hell? Show him pictures of being hit and threaten him?
As the photos slid past one by one, there were finally a few photos showing faces and medical records.
Without exception, Jiang Yin!
Jiang Cheng's eyes widened instantly with complicated expressions, "This, this..."
Jiang Yin said coldly:
"If I am really a good girl who has nothing to do with the world, do you think I still have the life to come to the Jiang family?"
"Mom loves me and dotes on me. She buys me clothes. In your eyes, it's all about showing off. Can't you tolerate Jiang Ruoyu?"
Jiang Cheng was aggressive one second, but couldn't speak at all the next second. He opened his mouth and said, "I..."
Jiang Ruoyu was puzzled. What could make the fearless little ancestor of the Jiang family suddenly change his color?
She couldn't sit still and immediately came over with a concerned look on her face: "Jiang Cheng, are you okay? She didn't do anything to you, right?"
As he spoke, his curious eyes glanced at the screen of his phone. Before he could see clearly what it was, Jiang Cheng turned off the screen.
"There's nothing to see." Jiang Cheng put down his chopsticks, turned around and walked out.
He heard Jiang Ruoyu crying this morning and had no intention of quarreling.
I calmed down instantly when I saw the photos. Those wounds were so terrible.
But he may not be able to bear it. My mother has long been distressed to death when she saw it. Giving him clothes is not too much at all!
However, Jiang Ruoyu made a fuss out of a molehill.
"..." Jiang Ruoyu, who was indifferently ignored, looked very ugly.
The corner of Jiang Yin's mouth curled up in mockery, "Let my brother vent your anger. You have a weird brain."
"You!" Jiang Ruoyu slammed the table.
Jiang Yin, who had eaten and drank enough, was too lazy to argue with her and asked the housekeeper to go to school, leaving her alone to gnash her teeth.
Tsingta University School.
Jiang Yin washed her hands slowly and prepared to go to Classroom Sun later to do experiments.
She gently turned the door handle and frowned. The door was broken and could not be opened.
"Someone—"
Before he could say a word, a burst of cold water poured down on his head, sending a biting chill throughout his body.
