The topic came too suddenly.

Frightened, Jiang Zhaoying squirted out all the water he had just drunk into his mouth.

Looking up at Jiang Yingchi, his expression was confused, stupid and stupid.

"So excited?"

Jiang Yingchi stood on the other side of Jiang Zhaoying, looking down at him slightly.

That mean face, rejecting the coldness of thousands of miles away, even for his own brother, is still an iceberg that has not changed for thousands of years.

Jiang Zhaoying didn't know why: "Brother, it's so dignified, why did you suddenly mention my black history?" ”

He Jiang Zhaoying is the top of the current entertainment industry, and the men's group debut is at its peak.

Because of his top-notch appearance, dancing and sassy, he became popular at a speed like a popular fried chicken.

It is worth mentioning that a dance video of Jiang Zhaoying's crotch received 10 million likes in one night.

This record, there are few big names in the entire entertainment industry.

But Jiang Zhaoying's acting skills are not very good except for singing and dancing. can't stand his popularity, many filmmakers just handed him a book to sell his traffic, but he didn't expect that in the end, they were all bad movies that couldn't be worse.

Jiang Yingchi lowered his eyes and twisted his fingertips.

asked Jiang Zhaoying in a 'don't know' tone: "This is your black history?" ”

Jiang Zhaoying immediately sat up straight:

"Brother! I am now a big star, super top stream, and my words and deeds, including the past, may become a hot topic at any time and be amplified on the Internet. Things like me only scored 9 points in high school math, and when I turned it over, it had a negative impact. ”

After speaking, Jiang Zhaoying drank saliva again to suppress the shock.

It's just that this saliva hasn't been able to suppress the fright.

Jiang Yingchi's words made Jiang Zhaoying squirt out the water again.

Jiang Yingchi said: "I will arrange for you to post the matter of your 9 points in high school math test on the Internet." ”

"Poof......

Jiang Zhaoying looked at his brother incredulously: ???

"Comments?" Jiang Yingchi asked him.

Jiang Zhaoying put down the water glass and stood up: "Brother, this is related to my career, and there must be opinions." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Yingchi's cold eyes stared at Jiang Zhaoying: "Do you have any opinions, say." ”

Jiang Zhaoying: "......"

Brother! Your attitude! I just don't dare to say that no matter how big my opinion is!

Jiang Yingchi looked sideways: "I have my arrangement, I won't be too wronged by you." ”

Jiang Zhaoying: "......"

Isn't this called grievance?

This is a great grievance!

By the way, Jiang Zhaoying remembered one thing, and immediately asked: "Brother, the screenshot of the 520 festival you posted last night in the circle of friends showed off, the transfer is Luo Gege, it won't be Ning Qiluo, right?" ”

Jiang Ying didn't respond.

Just take your phone out of your pocket, press the Home button, and swipe the screen.

Last night, I took a screenshot and sent it to Moments.

It's his private WeChat account.

Without exception, he deliberately let 'her/them' see it!

Jiang Zhaoying saw that his brother didn't react and didn't answer, so he knew that he had guessed correctly: "I heard that Ning Qiluo lost her memory after the car accident, is this true?" ”

Jiang Yingchi looked sideways, looking mean and indifferent: "What's the matter with you." ”

Jiang Zhaoying: "......"

No way!

You can't even ask.

Look at his brother who treasured that woman, and didn't let him ask, didn't let him see, and didn't let him inquire.

It was, and it is.

You know, I don't know how many women are waiting for his brother to take a look at him, but his brother is like a blind man, no, it's like being poisoned, and he is fascinated by that Ning Qiluo.

If it weren't for that Ning Qiluo, his brother wouldn't have had such a serious car accident this time, and his ribs were broken......