Jiang Yi took out a packaging gift box from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yong: "Happy New Year, I forgot to give it to you last night." ”

Jiang Yong took it with a smile, "Thank you, brother." ”

This is a bracelet, and there is a proof of purchase in it, Jiang Yong looked at the amount of 80,000 yuan and sighed.

I have told Jiang Yi many times that she doesn't like these things, but Jiang Yi will still buy them for her from time to time.

In Jiang Yi's words, if you don't like it, you don't like it, but you have to have it.

After breakfast, Zhang Suying came back, Ying Wan and Fu Wenqi had already returned to the imperial capital, saying that they would take Zhang Suying to live in the imperial capital after a while.

Jiang Yong doesn't care if Zhang Suying stays or not, as long as she is really scared this time and doesn't dare to touch those things, then she can do whatever she wants.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, even in the old tube building, every household is plastered with couplets, in this kind of place the New Year's flavor is the heaviest, the children on vacation put on new clothes early, waiting for the elders to take them out to eat delicious red envelopes.

For so many years, Jiang Yong didn't like the Chinese New Year very much when she was young, and she would rather stay in school all the time than listen to Zhang Suying's shortcomings.

Later, Jiang Yi went to study in other places, and he would not come back during the summer vacation because of his part-time job, and he would only go home during the New Year.

Then the Chinese New Year became the day when Jiang Yi counted Jiang Yi home.

In fact, she didn't really want to go to the Imperial Capital University to study, because the living expenses and tuition fees in the Imperial Capital were too expensive.

Then the head teacher couldn't persuade Jiang Yong, and he also knew the situation in Jiang Yong's house, so he simply called Jiang Yi in desperation.

Jiang Yi drenched Jiang Yong's scolded dog blood on the phone.

That was the first time Jiang Yi had been so fierce to Jiang Yong.

Jiang Yi didn't want to burden Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi also wanted to solve the club's problems as soon as possible and take Jiang Yi to the imperial capital.

Jiang Yi is like an elder brother and an old father to Jiang Yong, so he attaches great importance to her physical and mental development, including the issue of love.

Jiang Yi admits that Lu Yan is a good e-sports professional player, but he also thinks that Lu Yan's appearance will treat his baby sister badly.

…… Although this idea is likely to come from the lemon essence psychology of the cabbage that I finally raised, which was arched by the pig.

Jiang Yong collapsed on the bed with a lollipop in his mouth, and he had nothing to do in the morning, and he didn't have a computer, so he simply played the mobile game EXILE.

She finished the game as soon as she finished it, and in the matching waiting interface of the second hand, Lu Yan's WeChat message popped up.

Jiang Yong forked out the match and waited, and cut out of the game interface to see what message Lu Yan had sent.

Lu Yan asked her: What time did you sleep last night?

Jiang Yong was cautious and deceived Lu Yandao: I will sleep after the game.

It's simply WeChat, and I can't see the tone.

Jiang Yong also thought about it, and Lu Yan just asked casually, but the next second he was connected with a "heh".

Indifference, as if seeing through everything.

Jiang Yong: "......"

What to do, a little panicked.

The first time I lied to my boyfriend, I wasn't very skilled in business.

Jiang Yong could only send a meow meow meme that was secretly snooping.

Lu Yan didn't want to speak, and threw a screenshot to Jiang Yong.

It is a screenshot of YK's viewing history, which is common to the account.

It clearly and clearly lists what TV Jiang Yong watched, which episode he watched at what time, and even her post "XXX (a certain actor) is so handsome!!" The barrage was recorded, and it didn't end until three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Yong: "......"

Sloppy.

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