Hearing Bai Ting's arrangement, Ma Weiwei looked worried, but Situ Qingqing's eyes signaled her to calm down, she pushed Ma Weiwei downstairs, and for a while, only Sweetheart and He Jing were left on the third floor.

Sweetheart was very embarrassed, and at the same time a little angry, she didn't understand why He Jing kept swaggering and cheating under the banner of "clear girlfriend", obviously she was!

On the other hand, He Jiaming entered the attic with agility and saw Situ Qinglang, who was lying on the bed and was so decadent.

The attic is soundproofed, Situ Qinglang only knows that there are people downstairs, but he doesn't know what happened, He Jiaming's sudden appearance made him a little impatient, he was not used to being seen by He Jiaming so down, so he asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that you are on a hunger strike, so I'm here to visit. He Jiaming seemed to smile and looked at the dilapidated attic.

To be honest, although he and Qinglang have not looked down on each other for so many years, as Ma Sheng said, the relationship between the two of them is based on loving and killing each other.

Situ Qinglang stood up, He Jiaming couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the injury on his back, and said in his heart that Uncle Zheng was too ruthless, he actually beat Qinglang like this, and locked him in such a place on such a hot day, it is strange that the wound can be healed!

"You see it now. Situ Qinglang sneered, "How is it, does my down-and-out appearance make you very satisfied?"

He Jiaming smiled evilly, raised his eyebrows and replied: "Okay, although your state is indeed a little miserable, but I am more curious about why you are not on a hunger strike, you don't look like you have lost your appetite, and I will bring a family doctor to help you see a doctor." ”

"There is no why. Situ Qinglang avoided answering.

He Jiaming sat down in front of him, and said after a while: "Because of sweetheart?"

Situ Qinglang glanced at him and didn't respond.

"Looks like that. He Jiaming sneered, "You want to have a relationship with your sweetheart, but you don't agree, because she has no family background and no background, and she can't compare to that He Jing." ”

"Where did you hear this?" Situ Qinglang frowned.

"I've known you for 28 years, and you don't have to listen to this kind of thing to guess it. He Jiaming was half mocking, and then suddenly became serious and asked, "Let me ask you, are you sincere about your sweetheart?"

"What?" Situ Qinglang coughed, "Why are you asking this?"

Sweetheart waited anxiously downstairs, the tin lid had been closed by He Jiaming, and faintly, she could hear the two people talking upstairs, but she didn't know what they were talking about.

He Jing on the side kept staring at her expression, her heart was overturned hatred, she was almost sure that the woman in front of her was the woman who snatched Qinglang, but she had no evidence!

"You don't have a good relationship with He Jiaming. She suddenly said to her sweetheart.

Sweetheart came back to her senses and glanced at her, and smiled with a harmless expression: "It's not up to you to decide whether it's good or not." ”

He Jing hated her ingenious cheap appearance to the core, she had never hated others before, she only felt that everyone was more pitiful than her, because everyone was inferior to her.

But only the impostor woman in front of her made her feel inferior and made her question her superiority for the first time!

"Don't you feel sad!" He Jing suddenly raised her voice and was aggressive, "A man like He Jiaming takes a fancy to you, but he just likes you for your youth or what you do in bed! He doesn't really love you at all!"

Sweetheart frowned, sneered, stared at this young lady who had brain circuit problems since she entered the door, and could only say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing, like a fried little wild cat, she pressed forward step by step like a fried little wild cat, and suppressed her with her height advantage so much that she had to raise her head and look up at herself.

"Miss He Jing, listen well: 1, even if he likes my youth or my bed. Skills, that's what I should show off, it's better than some women, there is no place on my body that can tie up a man;2, I don't allow you to say bad things about He Jiaming, otherwise-"

She opened the small box she had been holding in her arms, shook the acupuncture bag in her hand, and continued: "We have a course in Chinese medicine, how to turn people into mutes, do you want to try?"

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