"You are the idiot wooden girl who is rumored in the capital!"

My eyes staring at the buds of the pear tree were shrouded in a large shadow, and a hoarse voice of disdain sounded overhead, sounding like the voice of a teenager in the stage of voice change.

In the year when my brother began to change his voice, my father drove to the airport to pick up my mother's home from a business trip, and there was a car accident on the road, and the two died on the spot, and there was no last word left for us. In the relatively modest home, a large number of relatives poured in, fighting for the custody of my brother and me, and now that I think about it, they also took a fancy to the large sum of money left by my parents and the small villa with a spacious courtyard.

"Idiot, why don't you ignore Young Master Ben."

If an idiot can take care of people, then it's still an idiot, stupid!

I felt a little disdainful in my heart, and my eyes remained unchanged when the young man's gaze was covering my upper body, and my mind began to drift away again.

The relatives would only quarrel, and the bodies of my parents were still parked in the hospital morgue, and they had already begun to divide up the family property, and at first the scope of their conversation was about the future of my brother and me, but finally it turned into an inheritance battle, and my brother and I were finally kicked out of the house by our wolf-like relatives.

"Sure enough, it's an idiot!" The boy left my upper body with a stupid face, he stood in front of me, bent down, pressed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chaise longue, lowered his head and looked at me carefully, as if he wanted to see my whole picture clearly, he raised his right hand, lifted the bangs that fell on my forehead and pinned them behind his ears, and looked at me with clear eyes without blinking, "It's a beauty, but it's a pity that I'm a fool." ”

"You look like a mourning star, who dares to take it in, who is soft-hearted, maybe the next one to be killed is yourself..."

"Go quickly, or I'll hit you with a broom..."

"Get out of our house..."

"Get out..."

The cacophony of voices penetrated into my head like a flood that swarmed and swallowed me up, and my whole body trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

In front of me, the young man's voice became a little unexpected, but I turned a deaf ear, leaving only the overwhelming invective.

"Wake up, wake up..."

My body was shaken vigorously, and as soon as I struggled out of the depths of my memory, I was shaken dizzy by the boy, and I glared at him helplessly, and I had reason to believe that if I didn't give him a reaction at all, he would shake me up.

His movements stopped suddenly, and his eyes stared at me in amazement, as if he had seen some fantasy.

I slowly fell on his face, looked around slightly from top to bottom, and anyway, I had already leaked my expression to him, and simply broke the jar and broke it, and became unscrupulous.

The young man in front of him looked like he was about eleven or twelve years old, with black hair and a silver crown, a pair of eyes on his thin and handsome face, as bright as the morning sun that had just come out in the morning, but not dazzling. He was dressed in white, thin and slender, and he looked like a thin scholar who had come a moment ago.

"I am Su Enamel, the eldest son of Prime Minister Su Jingyi, what about you?"

The boy looked at me condescendingly, with a sense of superiority as the son of the prime minister.

After I looked at it, this young man was not at all as handsome as his brother when he was twelve, and my brother had begun to take care of me alone when he was twelve years old, while the young man in front of me was completely ignorant of the people's suffering, arrogant and stubborn, and called me an "idiot" without politeness. I didn't want to talk to him, so I simply tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and basked in the warm sun to get ready for sleep.

"Don't go too far!" My throat was choked and tightened, and the air in my chest disappeared little by little, and the feeling of suffocation was so intense that it was like every heart attack I had in my previous life. Instead of struggling, I missed the feeling of suffocation, which I had never seen my brother's face so clearly.

When I could finally take another look at my brother, the last breath in my chest faded away, my whole body went limp, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

Su Enamel grabbed the white neck of the girl in front of her with her right hand, a little annoyed, no one has ever disobeyed herself since she was a child, she has always wanted the wind to be rainy, but she didn't expect the idiot girl in front of her to dare to stare at herself, and finally closed her eyes with disdain and pretended to be asleep, and couldn't control herself to choke the girl's neck in a moment of anger, she didn't want to use force, but after seeing the girl's relieved expression, the hatred was even stronger, and her hand gradually became stronger, and she couldn't wait to break her neck.

The girl didn't struggle from beginning to end, only at the moment of fainting, a comfortable smile pulled out of the corner of her mouth, and in an instant, Su Enamel's heart was pinched fiercely, he suddenly let go of his hand, staggered back two steps, his hand tightly grasped the clothes on his chest, and his face was pale looking at the girl who was nesting in the recliner like a broken doll, her head was hanging obliquely, and she looked like a lifeless girl, and her chest hurt like a pinprick.

He rushed to the girl's body with an arrow, put his right hand on the girl's back, and injected his internal force into the girl's body without stopping.