Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

After Jiang Xinlian became pregnant, Qin Yuchen rarely became pious and prayed every day:

If it’s a girl, it’s okay to look like anyone, but if it’s a boy…

Never be like Xin Xin!

After a few months of anxiety, the baby was born.

Bad news, it's a boy.

Qin Yuchen poked his son's fat face, and regardless of whether he understood or not, his tone was fierce: "You are not allowed to look like your uncle, do you hear that?"

Jiang Xinlian tilted her head: "My brother is obviously pretty good-looking, why do you dislike him so much?"

Qin Yuchen's face darkened.

His son looks like his uncle, especially if he will follow Jiang Xinlian's surname Jiang in the future. Who can tell whose son this is when he walks out like this?

Maybe it's because he has done many evil things over the years. As Jiang Yuning grows up, his facial features slowly open up.

He looks more and more like Jiang Xinlian.

No, to be precise, after incorporating some of the heroic spirit of Qin Yuchen's face, he looked more like Jiang Wenjing.

Qin Yuchen:...

He sneered and turned to Zhou Xu: "Is Jiang Wenjing doing business on the land in the north recently?"

Zhou Xu nodded affirmatively: "Yes, Brother Shen."

"How many people are you going to find? I don't need to tell you what you mean, right?"

Zhou Xu smiled knowingly: "Okay Brother Shen, no problem, Brother Shen, don't worry and leave it to me."

After receiving the task, he and Du Chen hit it off immediately, and the next day, the two went out with a group of people.

When the task was successfully completed, Du Chen hugged him and kissed his wife, feeling happy and proud.

Shen Yuhuan was curious: "Husband, what have you been doing these days?"

What else could he do, of course, do something immoral to add some trouble to Jiang Wenjing and let Brother Shen relieve himself.

Jiang Wenjing was troubled:...

He looked at the report handed over by his subordinates and paused expressionlessly.

The subordinates were so frightened that they knelt down with a clean thump: "I'm sorry, brother, it's our incompetence in doing things that makes you disappointed! Please whip me!"

Jiang Wenjing pointed at the door calmly: "Get out."

The men hurriedly got up and rolled out.

Jiang Wenjing, who was sitting alone in the study, took a deep breath and picked up the phone to make a call.

The phone rang for a while before being connected.

The person on the other end said in a soft voice, a little confused: "Did my brother call?"

There was a man's lazily voice in the background: "Scam."

"Fraudster" Jiang Wenjing:...

"Jiang Xinlian," he gritted his teeth, "take care of that mad dog of yours, don't let him come out and bite people."

Jiang Xinlian glanced at Qin Yuchen beside her.

The man was sitting on the edge of the sofa, deftly and quickly dismantling the gun and converting it into a harmless children's toy.

He was not far away, so he naturally heard Jiang Wenjing's words and raised his eyebrows: "I was wronged."

Jiang Wenjing hung up the phone calmly.

*

Jiang Xinlian was born when Jiang Wenjing was still a seven-year-old cub.

Jiang Wenjing refused to get close to this fragile little thing.

Mrs. Jiang held back her laughter and held Jiang Wenjing's hand to touch the little cub's soft face.

Jiang Wenjing pursed his lips, and with his mother's strength, he poked the little cub's face with his finger.

"Wen Jing, this is my sister," Mrs. Jiang let go of her hand and smiled softly, "Her name is Xin Lian, she is Wen Jing's sister."

younger sister?

Jiang Wenjing lay beside the crib, poked his sister's chubby face, and said expressionlessly, "My sister is a little pig."

A fat little pig that sleeps all day long.

Mr. Jiang was amused and rubbed his son's head: "My sister is a little pig, so who are you?"

Jiang Wenjing pointed at the model on the window sill with his messed up hair: "That's the one."

Mr. Jiang couldn't help laughing even more: "Okay, okay, Wenjing is the little wolf, and Xinlian is the little pig."

Jiang Wenjing doesn't hate this little thing, and he doesn't like it either.

But because his mother was busy with housework every day, the task of taking care of his sister was still given to him.

Jiang Wenjing could only stay by the crib, poking his sister in the face out of boredom.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

Jiang Xinlian, who was sleeping soundly, opened her eyes aggrievedly, her dark eyes strongly condemning someone's excessive behavior.

Ah, I was woken up by being poked.

Jiang Wenjing's raised hand stopped in the air. He looked at his fingertips on the left and his sister's fat face on the right. After thinking about it, he poked it.

No matter, let’s poke it first and then talk about it.

Jiang Xinlian:! ! !

Rabbits will bite when they are anxious, let alone a human cub? !

She tilted her head, opened her mouth, moaned, and bit her brother's finger.

Jiang Wenjing: Dumbfounded.

Although it was bitten, it did not hurt, but the problem was...

His eyes were out of focus and he turned his head mechanically: "Mom, mom!"

Mrs. Jiang was surprised for a moment when she heard her son's voice.

Wen Jing had a cold personality since he was a child. When had he ever called her for help in such a tone?

She thought something big had happened, so she hurriedly came over to take a look, and then laughed out loud.

"Ah, why did Xin Lian bite her brother?"

"Mom, mom," Jiang Wenjing seemed to have cold sweat on his forehead, and his tone was trembling, "slobber, saliva!"

He, he is going to collapse!

Mrs. Jiang bent down and coaxed, trying to get Jiang Xinlian to open her mouth, but to no avail.

The two of them were in a stalemate, until Jiang Xinlian felt sleepy again and Daci yawned, and Jiang Wenjing withdrew his hand.

Mrs. Jiang covered her sister with a quilt, and when she turned to look at Jiang Wenjing, she was so surprised that she said:

"Wenjing, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Wenjing looked at his saliva-covered finger and didn't even have the courage to get closer.

He was in a daze for a moment, and his eyes unconsciously moved to the fruit knife on the cabinet.

Otherwise, cut it off?

Mrs. Jiang immediately took out a wet wipe and wiped him clean: "Don't be impulsive, Wen Jing, look, isn't this clean?"

Jiang Xinlian, who was sleeping soundly: Hey.

Time passed like this, and the ordinary but complete life came to an abrupt end three years later.

No matter high or low, rich or poor, they are all equally weak and powerless in the face of sudden accidents.

The father and mother used their flesh and blood to hold up a small space, dripping with blood, and separated the cries and wailings from the outside world.

Jiang Wenjing hugged his sister and heard his own trembling and rapid breathing.

His mother's blood was hot, dripping from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and falling on the ends of Jiang Xinlian's eyes.

"Wen Jing, give your sister a way to live, don't, don't let her die..."

Without Wenjing, Xin Lian would not be able to survive now, and without Xin Lian, Wen Jing would never be happy again in his life.

and so……

"You should always be together", this was the last thing she wanted to say, but her life was already over.

Jiang Wenjing's breathing became more and more rapid, like a dying person making his last struggle.

Why?Why?

Why did he die in an instant?

Why did you leave him in an instant?

Why was she smiling at him one moment and abandoning him forever the next?

Why, so fragile.

My chest hurts so much.

Jiang Wenjing hugged Jiang Xinlian tightly and fainted in a bloody mess.