A week later, Jiang Yin will be interviewed by CCTV as an outstanding representative student of Tsinghua University.
She got up at the usual time, with a fair face without makeup, but still bright and attractive.
Song Wanqiao was reading the news on her mobile phone, but she immediately put it down, with a gentle smile on her lips, "Yin Yin, come and have breakfast, replenish your body, you have lost weight while studying."
Jiang Ruoyu's eyes flashed with jealousy next to her, and her mother's face was unprecedentedly kind and enthusiastic.
Soon, a servant brought breakfast and placed it on the table.
Jiang Yin held the fork handle with her slender white fingers and forked a piece of glutinous sweet cake.
Song Wanqiao's eyes fell on her left hand, she frowned and said distressedly: "What's wrong with your right hand? Is it injured?"
"Butler, go get the plaster quickly, get the best and most expensive one!"
"Thump--" The sound of knives and forks colliding with dinner plates came from the table.
Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Mom, is it necessary to mobilize so many troops? Jiang Yin doesn't have a single wound on her hands. She's not a porcelain doll."
What a hypocritical woman,
Jiang Yin was stunned for a second and shook her head, "Mom, my right hand is fine. I've been using my hands too much recently. Just take it slow and it'll be fine."
In fact, her wrists were a little sore because she drew too many manuscripts yesterday, but she was used to it with both hands.
Song Wanqiao glared at Jiang Cheng and picked up the ointment. She took a large spoonful of the priceless ointment and applied it to Jiang Yin's wrist without hesitation.
"It's better to apply the medicine quickly. Try to use less hands today."
Jiang Yin looked at the woman in front of her. She felt a cool feeling on her wrist, but her heart felt warm. "Okay, I won't study today. I will accept a small interview."
Song Wanqiao asked casually: "What interview?"
"CCTV interviews are academic matters."
Song Wanqiao was surprised, she didn't expect her daughter to be so powerful!
Feeling extremely proud, she poured a glass of warm milk and handed it to Jiang Yin, "Just don't tire yourself."
Jiang Yin curled her lips and smiled, "Okay."
The warm interaction between mother and daughter stung Jiang Ruoyu so much that the breakfast in her mouth instantly tasted like chewing gum.
But in front of Song Wanqiao, she had to hold back her bitterness and cover up her jealousy, "Yes, sister, you must take good care of your body while studying. Your body is your capital."
Oh, it would be great if she could really study hard, then no one would compete with her to snatch her mother's favor and everything from the Jiang family.
Jiang Cheng put away his lazy expression and looked directly at Jiang Yin. She really had two ideas.
But only for two seconds, contempt appeared in his eyes again, "Mom, I'm leaving first."
After walking a few steps, Song Wanqiao's voice came from behind, "Wait a minute, you take your sister to school. Her hands feel uncomfortable, so you carry her bag."
Jiang Cheng turned around suddenly, "Me???"
Song Wanqiao frowned and asked, "Is there any problem?"
Jiang Cheng: "......"
He looked at Jiang Yin. The client put down his fork, wiped his mouth with a tissue casually, and said calmly: "Let's go."
There was a heavy object in the palm of my hand, and the girl's soft words were heard in my ears, "Carry it carefully, brother."
Jiang Cheng: Damn...when will I carry a woman's bag? !
But her mother gave the order, so Jiang Cheng could only carry the bag with a dark face.
The unhappy mood continued into the car.
The housekeeper glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two siblings, one with a droopy face and the other carelessly.
He coughed twice and reminded: "Master, Madam asked you to help the young lady carry her bag to the classroom."
Jiang Cheng: "...Oh"
