Jiang Cheng was suddenly silent for a while, and asked in surprise, "Why did I ask my sister to send money back?" My tuition has always been sent by my sister? ”

"Of course!" Wu Yan said confidently: "Your father doesn't give me any money, he only gambling." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMom, I'm tired and tired, and I can't make enough money. At the beginning, you let your sister's dead girl go out to work so that you can have money to go to college in the future. ”

"But I'm in college now." Jiang Cheng's tone was worried, "Mom, my sister is alone outside, and she also wants to live." Her money was sent back, so what did she use? ”

Wu Yan nodded her son's head: "You are stupid, where would she be so stupid that she didn't keep the money for herself." She must have left some of it before sending it back, only sending back a thousand yuan a month, and I don't know how much she hid. ”

Jiang Cheng felt a little uncomfortable: "My sister is not that kind of person. ”

"What's the same, your mother and I were willing to adopt her back then, just thinking that she could take care of you in the future. She's alive to take care of you. If you don't want to go, you can be kind to her in the future. Wu Yan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, "My son is destined to be a person who does great things in the future, and it is also her blessing that she can meet you." ”

Although Jiang Cheng was still not very comfortable, after hearing Wu Yan say this, he thought it was nothing. From a very young age, in his consciousness, his sister was there for him.

"You call your sister and ask her what's going on, but she doesn't answer the phone."

Jiang Cheng immediately picked up his mobile phone, he hadn't contacted his sister for a long time. Jiang Cheng dialed the phone and put the phone to his ear, "Hello, the number you dialed is not answered for the time being, please dial again later." ……”

And so, over and over again, after several attempts, it was all like this. He was anxious: "Mom, my sister shouldn't have an accident, right?" No one listens! ”

Wu Yan, who had been watching from the side, also panicked, "What nonsense." I think Bacheng is the dead girl who deliberately didn't answer the phone. You go back to school these days and go to see her by the way. Your sister works in the city, I don't know where she is, you went back and forth, remember? ”

Jiang Cheng nodded, of course he remembered. At that time, he had just graduated from high school and went to the city to find her sister. His sister was really cold at that time, standing at the door, still with that shallow and humble smile, greeting him: "Xiaocheng, why are you here?" Come on in. Have you eaten? I still have to go to work in the afternoon, I don't have time to cook, I just ordered takeout, you're hungry, eat quickly. ”

He was indeed hungry and tired, so he took the takeaway, ate a few bites and asked, "Sister, have you eaten?" ”

His sister said, "I've eaten it." ”

He ate it with peace of mind, and was impressed that it was a bowl of egg fried rice. His sister was busy in front of him, and there was a stack of tall leaflets on the table. Jiang Cheng ate half of it, and somehow, he stood up inexplicably, looked at her with some anger and shame, and said, "Sister, you wait, when I have money in the future, you don't have to do this." ”

His sister was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

"I can't eat anymore, I'll go first." Jiang Cheng fled out of there, the small room was very depressing, and he was a little out of breath. Later, he went to college, and the university was really good, a small circle, he followed others and slowly understood a lot. He never went to his sister again, nor did he contact her.

……

Jiang Weisheng received a text message from Ling Qianchao.

SMS content: Jiang Cheng, male, 19 years old, performance department of Dongcen Film Academy, freshman. Father: Jiang Ming; Mother: Wu Yan; Sister: Jiang Weisheng.

Jiang Weisheng unceremoniously replied with a message, "I'm sorry I have amnesia, I don't even remember you, will you remember them?" Please don't send me any more irrelevant stuff in the future. ”

These two brothers, one is more virtuous than the other. One is a peach-colored scandal flying all over the sky, and the other is looking at people and dogs, but they have a bad stomach. It can only be said that the world is as black as a crow, and neither of them has any good intentions!

Ling Qianchao's news came quickly: Miss Jiang has always been generous and fraternal, and even my children are very loving. Even if you have amnesia, it is a constant family relationship with them.

Jiang Weisheng: Don't put my children together with you scum!!

Ling Qianchao replied: Oh. Does Miss Jiang still have any money?

Jiang Weisheng: It's okay, if I run out of money, I'll hang myself in front of your house. Let the people of the whole city see how your Ling family persecuted the women of the good family!

Ling Qianchao: Hehe, you are welcome to hang yourself in front of my house at any time......

Then, Jiang Weisheng received a long list of addresses plus a sentence, this is my home, don't go wrong. Also, there are security guards outside, so you can't get in. When you come, you call my number, and I'll let them let you in.

Jiang Weisheng looked at this content, and was almost mad by Ling Qianchao!

I couldn't cut off the Internet before, and now I want to use the original owner's brother to threaten her? and said that he was not ashamed to let her hang herself! Disgusting!

……

Ling Qianchao smiled, looked at the bustling night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and put his phone aside. The phone quickly dimmed. Before it dimmed, the owner of the phone was texting a person with the note "Bone Spirit".

This woman named Jiang Weisheng is actually quite funny. It was the first time he had seen anyone dare to argue with him. It's a pity that she would be cuter if she was a little more obedient.

In fact, he could have asked someone to throw the woman to the hospital, but he didn't. He has always disliked to be rude with people, he likes to push people to a dead end step by step, so that they can raise their hands and surrender. Obviously, he spent a long time here with Jiang Weisheng.

Ling Qianchao sat on the sofa and moved the laptop to his lap.

Few people know that in reality he is the second young master of the Ling Group and the deputy general manager of the planning department of Huanyu Real Estate, but in fact he is also a bookworm.

The people left by his brother Ling Qianwei in the company are all human spirits, and he has been exhausted recently, and he has Jiang Weisheng's affairs to worry about. In the past, when he was irritable, he would turn on the computer and download a novel to read. But since Ling Qianwei took over Kaiyuan, he rarely reads novels.

He will definitely not contribute any GDP to the company that Ling inherited.

Ling Qianchao opened the Kaiyuan Literature Network, and the interface was still the same, not much different from before. It's just a small website, and he wants to see how Ling Qianwei can do it well. After taking a casual look, Ling Qianchao closed Kaiyuan's interface and opened another novel website, Huaishuxia Literature Network. This website has a mixed frequency of men and women, Ling Qianchao has seen them one by one, and feels that this is much more promising than Kaiyuan.

He was in a much happier mood.

A message directly above caught his attention: "The 6th Chinese Language and Romance Youth Novel Essay Contest".

Youth. What a sad word.