Jiang Xiaoqiao followed Mo Jingyuan out of the car and found himself standing at the gate of the royal court, a high-end private club in Rongcheng. Just to have a meal, why bring her to a place that looks more like an entertainment venue?

She couldn't help but glance at Mo Jingyuan, did her stepson bring her to have fun? When did the new trend of high society become so weird?

Mo Jingyuan glanced at her lightly, and sure enough, he read a hint of vigilance and suspicion from her flickering big eyes. I didn't bother to care where she thought of going, so I pulled her and walked inside.

Two doormen had already come out. Although Mo Jingyuan didn't come here often except for necessary entertainment, his face alone made people recognizable from the crowd at a glance.

Jiang Xiaoqiao inexplicably followed Mo Jingyuan to a European-style private room upstairs. Framed body art paintings hang on the walls, and vintage-style carvings adorn the high ceilings. She looked at the small room curiously, until Mo Jingyuan closed the door behind her.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Jiang Xiaoqiao saw him walking over Shi Shiran sitting on the sofa, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Mo Jingyuan didn't answer, and said lightly, "You'll find out later." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao sat down beside him dissatisfied, with a look of distrust: "Don't you say how do I know what you brought me here for?"

Mo Jing glanced at her from afar, didn't reply again, raised his hand to look at the time, and saw that the time was almost up, picked up the remote control on the table, and turned on the TV.

Jiang Xiaoqiao felt that this scene was very weird. In the evening, her stepson took her to this kind of place, and instead of spending time drinking, the two of them nested here to watch TV.

It wasn't until the picture jumped a few times that her gaze was drawn to it. Instead of a program, another room with a similar layout appeared on the TV screen. A man in his forties sits on a couch with his back to the camera, and a young woman sits in his arms.

Jiang Xiaoqiao understood, and then cold sweat broke out on his back. This is actually connected to a camera in another room. It seems that the people inside don't know.

She had always known that the people in the mall were as cheating as the plots in those TV dramas, but it was the first time she had experienced such a scene. Although he was not the one being watched, Jiang Xiaoqiao's cold hair still stood up.

She glanced back at the man beside her. Mo Jingyuan's eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows cast by the light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. The noble and cold temperament of the body gives people a sense of distance.

It makes people feel intimidated unconsciously.

Jiang Xiaoqiao suddenly felt that she had never seemed to look through the man beside her. Probably not in the future.

The scene on TV has changed a bit. There was a hesitant knock on the door, and then the young woman got up and walked out of the frame, presumably to open the door. After a while, she twisted back and sat down, and sure enough, someone followed into the camera.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at the person who came, a little dazed.

"This is Vice President Zhou, right?"

"Miss An Tongtong, is it? No need to be restrained, just sit down. ”

She had already vaguely guessed why Mo Andy had brought her here. Tongtong quietly came to this kind of place, and the purpose may be related to herself.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at Tongtong's face in a daze, slightly distorted under the camera, the lips opened and closed slightly, Tongtong's familiar timbre and the man's dialogue came into his ears word by word, and gradually pieced together a terrible fact.

She got up abruptly and wanted to rush out of the room, but was grabbed by Mo Jingyuan. Mo Jingyuan grabbed her wrist tightly, forced her to turn around, and stroked her cheek with his other hand, gently lifting her face up.

A tear-stained face came into view, and despair and helplessness flashed in the depths of the crystal eyes. Mo Jingyuan wiped away her tears, and a steady stream of tears rolled down like broken beads. A trace of distress crossed his eyes.

He regretted revealing the truth to her so abruptly, but he didn't want her to continue to be deceived by the scheming of the people around her. It's just that the fact is too cruel for her.

Mo Jingyuan lowered his head and kissed away the tears on her face. Jiang Xiaoqiao was like a puppet with a broken thread, allowing him to half-hold her and lean on his shoulder. The two sat quietly for a long time, so long that Mo Jingyuan almost thought that Jiang Xiaoqiao was asleep, but Jiang Xiaoqiao suddenly raised his head.

"Any wine?"

She didn't know how much she had drunk, Tongtong's face, the conversation with Vice President Zhou, and the scenes where Tongtong took the initiative to reconcile with her flashed in front of her one by one. Thoughts are confused, can't be sorted out, and cuts are constant. She tried hard to recall the flaws in Tongtong's smile, but the only thing that was clear in her mind was the way she held her hand and whispered "don't be sad".

It wasn't until later that the cup in his hand was snatched away and thrown aside. A warm chest pressed against the side of her face, and the sound of a steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears was in her ears.

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked up, and his vision was already blurred. She couldn't see the face of the person in front of her clearly, but she reached out and hugged his neck, wanting to absorb the warmth that made her subconsciously dependent and nostalgic. The next second, it was plunged into boundless darkness.

She didn't sleep well, and nightmares followed one nightmare. The strong smell of alcohol invaded her limbs, making her feel as uncomfortable as a fire, she unconsciously licked her chapped lips, and in a drowsy state, she wanted to call someone, but she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The water was delivered just in time. Someone held her head, and warm water poured into her mouth. Feeling better, she fell asleep again.

It was already the next morning when I woke up again. The sunlight illuminated the room through the curtains, Jiang Xiaoqiao rubbed the corners of her forehead, and the headache after the hangover slowly intensified, stimulating her originally drowsy nerves.

She couldn't remember where it was for a moment, until the familiar ceiling became clear in her view. She didn't remember what happened when she was drunk, and she got up to ask someone, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was terrible.

There was a cup of boiled water at just the right temperature next to the bed, and she took a sip of it. Memories of yesterday are slowly waking up. Jiang Xiaoqiao sat on the edge of the bed and was stunned for a while.

is different from last night's despair, and my heart is tightly gripped.

She thought about countless possibilities for the design drawing, but she didn't think of the one in front of her.

Tongtong. This familiar and affectionate name has been with her for a long time, and has become a family-like existence. Jiang Xiaoqiao still remembers that she was accidentally cheated of more than half a month's living expenses when she was in college, and she was reluctant to reach out to the Jiang family to ask for more money. Tongtong knew that she ate with her every day, and one person's living expenses supported two people to spend half a month with difficulty.

At that time, Tongtong nodded her head and criticized angrily and funny: "No matter how simple and naïve you are, you will definitely be deceived in society in the future." ”

He patted her on the shoulder with a big grin: "But it doesn't matter, I have my sister here, and I guarantee that no one dares to bully you." ”

The person who deceived her the most now was also the one who protected her unreservedly.

The pent-up sadness came up again. Thinking of Tongtong's face. And the innocent look on that face. Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't know how to face her again.

"Sister," a crisp child's voice interrupted her tumultuous thoughts, and the chubby boy stood in the doorway, peering in.

Aunt Chen's reprimand voice came from afar: "I told you not to disturb my wife's rest, why don't you come down quickly?"

In the past two days that the boy named Huihui has been living in Aunt Chen's room, he has been very familiar with Jiang Xiaoqiao. The little guy is a little clingy, but still very obedient. Hearing grandma calling herself, she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and her little head was about to retract, but she was stopped by Jiang Xiaoqiao.

"It's okay, I'm up, come in. ”

The little boy hesitated, looked back downstairs, and finally couldn't contain his curiosity, and moved back step by step.

Jiang Xiaoqiao saw his cautious and curious look, and his mood improved slightly. She picked Huihui up and sat on her lap, and the little one glanced at the door with some uneasiness, his little short legs dangling in mid-air.

"Sister, are you unhappy?" Meaty little hand stretched out and wiped Jiang Xiaoqiao's somewhat moist eyes.

Jiang Xiaoqiao smiled: "It's nothing, my sister had a little trouble with her friends." ”

The child's innocent smile bloomed: "It's okay, I often have trouble with Zhao Xiaopang sitting behind me in kindergarten, but I am still good friends the next day." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao tugged at the corners of his mouth. The child's world is so innocent and flawless.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little boy's eyes rolled a few times, and no one outside the door quietly came up, lying mysteriously in her ear: "Sister, let me tell you something, don't tell anyone what I said." ”

Jiang Xiaoqiao nodded puzzledly, only to hear a specially lowered children's voice whispering softly in his ear: "Brother who sent you back yesterday, take away the big bag with pinyin printed in your room." ”

Was the big bag printed with pinyin taken away?

Looking at Jiang Xiaoqiao's puzzled eyes, the little boy nodded solemnly, "It's the one that was put there before." "The teacher said that it is not right to steal other people's things without permission! Yesterday he saw through the crack in the door that the cold-faced brother had taken it out of his beautiful sister's room.

Jiang Xiaoqiao followed the chubby fingers and looked at the empty ground on the side of the bedside table. Only then did she remember that there was a shirt that she had been fooled into buying when she was shopping with Sissi, and she had left it there when she came back.

was taken away by Mo Andy?Thinking of Sissi's nonchalant voice: "Keep it for your future husband." Her face suddenly became hot.

The little boy saw that the complaint behind his back had an effect, and proudly made up for it: "That big brother is still secretly kissing you!"

The teacher said that the face of the little girl from any relatives is not right!