He's super cute

"Chu Rong, you can't move." Jiang Jinchi stood calmly in front of the desk, laid out the rice paper slowly, and ordered, "Let me go."

Jiang Yan sat on the single sofa, with his legs crossed, stretched from the waist of his trousers to his calves without any creases, making him look even more slender, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He lowered his head and casually played with the cuff buttons, "She was arrested, who do you want from me?"

"How can I blame everything on me."

"I don't know you yet?" Jiang Jinchi snorted coldly, he lightly dipped in the ink, and a strong ink fragrance wafted in the air, "The Chu family is a very important partner, and Chu is indispensable if the Jiang family wants to enter the real estate industry." help from home."

"I don't understand what you mean." Jiang Yan changed into a comfortable position, leaning casually on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Jiang Jinchi glanced at him, and said coldly, "Stop pretending to me."

"Didn't something happen to Cheng Yu?"

"It's just that the little girl is playing around, and you're almost done. After all, it was you who called off the engagement first."

"Just kidding?" Jiang Yan sneered, eyes still closed, "Ah Yu is still lying in the hospital."

"It's just a little startled, what else do you want, let Chu Rong pay for his life?" Jiang Jinchi tried to calm down while writing with a brush, and frowned, "It doesn't matter whether he is worthy or not?"

Jiang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip, rubbed his cuff buttons, and said nothing.

It just killed Chu Rong's disappearance and had nothing to do with him.

"I heard that another person named Yu Xiaoque was also tied up?" Jiang Jinchi suddenly said, as if he had just remembered such a thing, "Have you found anyone?"

"I didn't pay attention." Jiang Yan paused for a moment while rubbing the cuff buttons, and then smiled, "I don't have any extra thoughts for him, a small pet, if it's gone, it's gone."

"Really?" Jiang Jinchi put down the last stroke, slightly raised his eyes very similar to Jiang Yan, and said unhurriedly, "I thought you made such a big fight because of him."

"What is he?" Jiang Yan moved his shoulders, the soft and yellow light fell on his side face, which made him look a little gloomy, "I've been tired of playing for a long time, and it just so happens that Chu Rong did a good deed .”

"Help me solve a burden."

"You hid that child very well." Jiang Jinchi raised his eyebrows, his voice was calm, and he couldn't understand what he meant, "I got a photo a few days ago."

He lowered his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his lips, "That Yu Xiaoque looks familiar."

Jiang Yan lifted his eyelids lazily, with a sense of hostility.

"Who do you think he looks like?" Jiang Jinchi asked with a half-smile.

"If I hadn't known that the young master of the Jiang family was abroad, I would almost have thought this was me," Jiang Yan's shoulders and neck relaxed slightly.

"Unexpectedly, you are still an infatuated species, and you made a small stand-in."

"It's just for fun." He glanced at Jiang Jinchi and said calmly, "I just want to be good to Cheng Yu now."

"Really?" Not knowing whether Jiang Jinchi believed it or not, he picked up the rice paper slowly.

"Could it be possible that I will still be soft-hearted to a person who killed my grandfather." Jiang Yan stood up and walked a few steps in Jiang Jinchi's direction, with cold eyes, "I raised him just to see him struggle in pain."

"The more that face cries, the happier I am. A cold and aloof person like him can only kneel at my feet and beg softly like a dog. Isn't that more interesting than killing him directly?"

"This child is innocent." Jiang Jinchi seemed to believe his words, and even tried to persuade him in a fake way, "It's just that he looks a little similar."

"Innocent?" Jiang Yan pulled his lips and smiled coldly, "He deserves to suffer with such a face."

"I can't take care of your affairs." Jiang Jinchi sighed helplessly, "If you don't want to marry Chu Rong, then don't marry him."

Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged.

"But..." Jiang Jinchi put down his brush, his eyebrows sharpened, and he was aggressive, "Our Jiang family doesn't allow men to enter the house."

"I don't care how much you like Cheng Yu, you have to deal with it yourself, otherwise don't blame me for doing it yourself."

"I've said it before..." Jiang Yan didn't back down a single step, the corners of his thin lips curled up coldly, and he lowered his voice, "I will only marry him alone."

"You dare to move him."

"This word is for you." Jiang Jinchi didn't answer, looked him up and down, left a word, turned and left.

There were four large characters written on the rice paper.

Overthinking.

Jiang Yan rolled up the words slowly, with a gloomy expression.

"Release the news that Cheng Yu and I are about to get engaged." Jiang Yan tapped the armrest with her index finger, stretched her long legs, rubbed her forehead, and told Secretary Wang, the co-pilot, "It's best for everyone to know."

"Okay." Secretary Wang rolled Jinsi's eyes and replied in a low voice.

"Is there any clue from Chu Rong?" Jiang Yan's eyes were black and blue, and he leaned tiredly on the seat.

"She really doesn't seem to know anything. She was indeed the one who found the kidnapper, but she doesn't know anything about it."

"No brains." A trace of boredom flashed in Jiang Yan's eyes, "She is not the only one intervening in this matter, there are others hiding behind."

"I originally wanted to take this opportunity to peel off the Chu family's skin, but I didn't expect to be tricked by someone."

"The few people caught near the unfinished building are probably going to be overwhelmed." Secretary Wang quickly operated on the tablet.

"Hurry up." Jiang Yan squeezed the delicate little cuff buttons, looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and said again, "Hurry up."

"He's timid..."

..."Are you dumb?" Qi Zheng, with his big arms and round waist, completely covered Yu Xiaoque in the corner, "How did I teach you?"

Yu Xiaoque clutched the rags, her little face was bloodless, her beautiful collarbone was trembling violently half hidden under her collar, she huddled herself tightly in a corner, buried her hair and trembled.

The wound on the wrist was bloody and bloody. Fortunately, it was autumn and the weather was cooler, so it didn't fester badly.

"What kind of young master do you think of yourself?" Qi Zheng picked up the stick and was about to hit Yu Xiaoque, "You won't even ask for food?"

The little man hurriedly stopped Qi Zheng, "Don't break this little body, you still expect him to make money."

"Counting on him?" Qi Zheng pointed at the small group in the corner, and said harshly, "I have taught him dozens of times, and he can't even say a word."

"Take your time." The little man shook Yu Xiaoque's small broken bowl, which was about to overflow, "He looks good, even if he doesn't talk, he will be paid a lot."

"If you don't say a word next time..." Qi Zheng calmed down his anger, and hit Yu Xiaoque's wound with a stick, "You don't need your tongue either."

He raised his chin and motioned Yu Xiaoque to look at the other side, "Be a mute like him."

The boy on the opposite side was so thin that only a pair of big eyes remained, grabbing the dry and cold steamed buns and swallowing slowly.

"Open his mouth." Qi Zhengzhi ordered the little man.

Before the boy could swallow the steamed buns, he was shown to Yu Xiaoque with his mouth open.

I saw only a small half of the tongue trembling pitifully in the wide open mouth.

Yu Xiaoque clenched her fingers, her complexion changed drastically, tears fell down and fell onto the dirty concrete floor.

The bright red lips were tightly pressed.

Seeing that he was afraid, Qi Zheng warned with a sneer, "If you don't obey me, that will be your end."

After finishing speaking, he shook the wooden stick again, "I don't have your meal tonight, so I'll figure out how to ask for money tomorrow."

Yu Xiaoque grabbed the little peach heart on the anklet, her knuckles were white.

Will sir still come?

Looking at the beggars in the basement, he suddenly felt that this should be his fate.

What if Jiang Yan hadn't picked him up back then?

Will he also be reduced to this point, kneeling in a prosperous area and begging for money from the brightly dressed people in the past.

"I don't want you anymore."

Yu Xiaoque thought about it again and again, and it hurt again and again, as if deliberately torturing herself, chewing like a cow chewing cud.

As if everything had just returned to normal, he was a helpless little beggar again.

The wound on his right wrist was so hot that it was numb.

Yu Xiaoque tried to clench her fist, but she couldn't control it at all, as if it wasn't his hand, no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn't move.

A half-eaten steamed bun was brought to Yu Xiaoque's eyes. He slowly raised his head and met the dumb boy's big clear eyes.

The boy gave the cold steamed buns to Yu Xiaoque's hand again, and smiled shyly.

"For, for me?" Yu Xiaoque tentatively pointed at the steamed bun.

The boy couldn't help nodding.

"You can eat." Yu Xiaoque saw that he was so skinny, she shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

As soon as the words fell, my stomach rumbled.

Yu Xiaoque turned his head in embarrassment, and a small steamed bun was directly stuffed in his hand. He licked his lips and whispered, "Thank you."

The steamed bun was so hard that it started to drop scum, Yu Xiaoque hugged the steamed bun that looked like it was turning its head, and took small bites to move it. The salty tears mixed with the steamed bun swallowed it together, perhaps because it was too hard to eat, and her throat was small.

Yu Xiaoque coughed violently, huddled in the smelly basement, holding a half-stretched steamed bun, tears running down her cheeks messing up her dark little face.

...Yu Xiaoque also seemed to have become numb.

He was kneeling at the street corner, with a small broken bowl in front of him, his face was so dirty that he couldn't see its original shape, and he could only vaguely see the dim eyes hidden by his forehead hair.

He expertly whines and begs to everyone who passes by, softly, "have pity on me..."

Holding the small broken bowl, the small mouth opened and closed, and the voice was already hoarse.

It may be that this group of people is no longer the freshness of the first day, and the money given is getting less and less. Qi Zheng always stares at his right hand thoughtfully.

Yu Xiaoque had to learn how other little beggars work hard.

On the big screen in the opposite building, entertainment news is being broadcast.

Yu Xiaoque glanced at it and couldn't look away.

It seemed to be a candid shot, the two men kissed and held hands, as if they were whispering something.

"Jiang Yan, the only son of the Jiang Group, will be engaged to the well-known painter Cheng Yu in seven days. Bless them..."

Yu Xiaoque stared blankly at the picture on the screen, her hands loosened unconsciously, and the small broken bowl she was holding fell to the ground and shattered.

"Are you going to rebel?"