Jiaobai felt a biting and sharp chill, as if a snowflake had floated on his face, followed by another, two, and a large flake, and he shivered.
Damn it, please stop downloading.
The snow didn't stop.
However, Shen Ji's extremely aggressive aura was still binding Jiaobai.
The desire for control and possessiveness has nothing to do with love, it's just like a puppy peeing to mark its territory.
――The things I am interested in must only look at me at all times. The things I don’t want, even if I throw them away, I won’t give them to others.
This is what we call a domineering boss in a melodramatic background.
Check out the account. The old one is a Pikachu wearing a condom doing push-ups. Do it with one hand, do it and look at him, it's fucking sexy.
The small portrait shows snowflakes flying in the north wind, and the outline of the mountain is almost invisible, which looks desolate and sad.
The two dynamic pictures showed off their presence in front of Jiaobai.
Jiaobai was extremely annoyed. If the Shen family pushed him too far, he would not wait until their activity level reached 50 or above, but would directly make plans to retreat to another place to take it easy.
People can't be suffocated to death by being depressed.
His arm was suddenly grabbed by a force, and Jiao Bai was about to say something dirty, but was interrupted by Shen Ji: "Where are you going?"
"Where do you want to go?" Shen Ji repeated, with a clear threat and warning in his tone, as well as...hidden coldness.
Jiaobai clearly didn't move or take a step just now, but the old man questioned him. It was obvious that he had guessed his intention to escape through some details or micro-expressions.
This is not called mind reading. This is one of the standard features of the president, which is sharp eyes and insight, like a bug.
In fact, that thought was just a thought. Jiaobai just wanted to let himself breathe by relying on fantasy. His bones were not fully grown, so he couldn't even run.
Before he caught the wild rice stem, he said angrily, "Get the medicine box!"
"Go ahead." Shen Ji said, and he took the postcard from his hand, tore it up and threw it away, "Don't take any garbage."
As soon as Jiaobai left, the atmosphere in the living room became tense.
Shen Ji faced the balcony, puffing on his nearly burned-out cigarette. There were several deep bite marks on the cigarette butt, and he had no idea how they were caused by him biting his teeth in anger.
I've been pissed off more recently than I have in all these years combined.
The bastard that made him angry was still alive and well and continued to roll around on his bottom line.
"One of the two people sitting in front of me will soon be my stepmother, and the other one is imprisoned here by you." A voice neither loud nor soft was heard in the living room.
Shen Ji flicked off the ash from his cigarette: "Now that he's gone, is your stuttering gone?"
Shen Er'an pursed his lips. If he drafted it a few more times in his mind and repeated it over and over again, his stuttering would not be so serious. But he didn't need to tell this person.
"Jiaobai is different from those who want to get close to you." Shen Eran said this very smoothly, obviously he had prepared for it for a long time and confirmed it again and again.
Shen Ji returned to the living room, kicked away all the furniture blocking his way, and walked in front of his son. The scratch on his cheek destroyed his majestic image: "Do I need you to take care of my business?"
Shen Eran looked directly at the backbone of the entire Shen family, the overlord of South City: "He doesn't like you."
The father and son are almost the same height.
Now their temperaments were cold and calm, and they didn't get along. This was the first time they had shown their claws to an outsider.
It’s a pity that the little minions have never experienced actual combat and are vulnerable.
As for the big one, he didn't even use 10% of his attacking power.
"Your father will teach you a lesson today. All emotions are just optional seasonings." Shen Ji's every word was filled with confidence and coldness given by rich experience. "In the adult world, people only care about profit."
Shen Er'an moved the corners of his lips. His lips were shaped like his father's, sharp and thin. But he was young and childish, with rosy lips, not as dull and ruthless as his father.
Forced by the situation, the young man uttered sharp words for the first time from his soft lips: "You don't have what he wants."
If Jiaobai was here, he would definitely try to manage his facial expression while shaking his head in his heart, no no no, he has it, he is active. He wants to be active.
However,茭白 was not there.
Shen Ji lost the opportunity to observe him, and therefore could not directly refute him.
"Whether there is or not, it's between him and me. Who are you to him? Is there any need for you to say it here?" Shen Ji threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and the arrogance of a superior suppressed him.
Shen Er'an felt a little itchy on his forehead, so he raised his hand to scratch it. His fingertips touched the wound, which was sticky and greasy, making him feel nauseous.
"I only have two friends." There was a subtle change in the tranquility in Shen Er'an's world.
"That's your own problem." Shen Ji pointed at him. "With your personality that won't stop until you're hit, your two friends must be blind to associate with you."
Shen Er'an said nothing.
Shen Ji is not the kind of incompetent father who needs to suppress his son in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. He waved his hand and said, "When you no longer rely on the Shen family for food, clothing, and daily necessities, then come and talk to me about your nonsense. Get lost now."
Shen Er'an didn't roll away, he just stood there without moving.
There was more anger in Shen Ji's breath. He had long forgotten the Clam Mountain in Beicheng and the girl picking tea in the tea garden, but every time he saw his son, it was as if an old scar was poked and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Especially the way my son lowered his eyes.
Shen Ji felt that the tea picker would behave like that in front of him, and both mother and child disgusted him.
The existence of his son constantly reminds Shen Ji how stupid he was many years ago. He actually drank tea that a peasant girl had drugged, which led to several irreversible accidents in his life.
Just as Shen Ji was about to kick him, his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, frowned, and went to the balcony to answer the call.
Jiaobai in the room took the opportunity to stick his head out and waved to Shen Eran.
Shen Eran met Jiao Bai's nervous gaze and walked towards him subconsciously.
Shen Eran thought that the scratches on his father's face were caused by some little lover, but he didn't expect it to be done by Jiao Bai. It can't be said that he didn't expect it, it should be said that it was unexpected, but also expected.
The wild rice injured the man but was unharmed.
Behind this special thing is a dog leash.
Shen Eryan walked towards Jiao Bai and adjusted the hat on the back of his sweatshirt.
Jiaobai quickly said, "Bend down and lower your head so I can see your injury."
Shen Er'an loosened the cherry pit that he had been holding, leaving a dark red and dirty mark on his palm. He twisted it with his fingertips and found that a small cut had been made there at some point.
On the balcony, Shen Ji had his back to the living room and was watching the interaction between the two children through the reflection of the glass.
On the phone was my old friend Chu Dongshan, who asked, "Lao Shen, when are you getting married? I'll make some time to come back to China."
Shen Ji: "No."
"Just register, right? In a sense, that counts as marriage. Let's hold a party for you to get out of singlehood." Chu Dongshan suggested enthusiastically, "How about a sea trip? Then ask Lao Qi to bring Xiao Zhang with him."
Shen Ji was in no mood: "Let's talk about it later."
Chu Dongshan sensed something unusual. How could his friend seem to have endocrine disorders? He asked suspiciously, "Old Shen, you didn't do anything tonight?"
Shen Ji's cold expression was reflected on the glass: "It's being done."
Chu Dongshan joked with envy: "You didn't even take a breath? You're awesome."
"Uncle, how long will it take you to finish? Please come quickly, I am about to fall asleep."
A sweet and soft voice of coquettishness came out from Chu Dongshan.
Shen Ji was cold.
There was sourness in his syllable.
Because it was so unbelievable, he himself didn't react, and his old friend didn't notice it at all.
Chu Dongshan coughed and said, "I was just about to do something, and I suddenly remembered to call you. Xiao Lizi doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner. He has no clothes on and is freezing."
That name reminded Shen Ji of something: "The little yellow-haired guy who tried to scam Ah Liao in the hot spring village last year?"
Chu Dongshan touched his nose bridge awkwardly. His girlfriend wanted to hook up with his brother at first but failed. Later, after he was together with her, he brought up this matter again and again, and he felt very jealous.
"What yellow hair? His name is Li Zi, Chu Xiaoli." Chu Dongshan said helplessly, "Old Shen, you have a bad memory. I have told you several times."
Shen Ji didn't comment: "It's been a while, haven't you gotten tired of it yet?"
"What the hell, my kid and I are doing fine." Chu Dongshan couldn't hide the happiness in his words, "I plan to bring him home to meet Grandpa this year."
Shen Ji disagreed: "It's just a toy."
Chu Dongshan's tone became colder: "Old Shen, I am serious this time."
Shen Ji didn't argue with him: "Then just wait for the old man to break your legs."
Chu Dongshan returned to his second-generation rich self: "You don't understand this, a little blood and a little tears, that's called love."
love
Shen Ji rubbed his brows in amusement. Perhaps he had experienced first love when he was young and frivolous.
He couldn't remember what the poor little girl looked like, who jumped into the river and committed suicide because of the appearance of his son.
Shen Ji hung up the phone and squinted at the two children squatting by the door.
Jiaobai was facing the balcony, and he could see Shen Ji as soon as he raised his head, but he didn't even glance at him.
I didn't go into the room because I wanted to show it to that old guy.
He had no idea what he was looking at, he only figured out one thing, the old man wanted to see how he and Shen Er'an got along.
Pikachu even raised his magnifying glass. Of course, he still had his pink jacket on.
Just watch it. Jiaobai was quite calm, there was nothing shameful between him and Young Master Shen.
"Move your hair up." Jiaobai reminded the boy.
Shen Eryan grabbed his hair and pulled it back, revealing his calm and restrained brows and bloody wounds. He lowered his eyes to look at Jiao Bai who was cleaning his wounds.
After looking at it for a while, he suddenly said, "I want to fold a dragonfly."
"Ah?" Jiaobai was stunned for a moment, "Then you can break it."
Shen Eran looked at him.
Jiaobai threw the dirty cotton ball into the trash can and replaced it with a clean one: "Why, there's no colored paper in your schoolbag?"
Shen Er'an answered irrelevantly: "I only know how to fold dragonflies."
Wild rice: “…”
Life is a play, and the director and screenwriter are all God. The plot is full of surprises and shocks. There is nothing that the old man cannot film, only things you can't think of.
For example, the scumbag in "Broken Wings" squatted in front of him like a lost little lamb.
It was like he died before the college entrance examination, on the road in front of his uncle's house.
"Nonsense." Jiaobai said seriously, "You can also draw."
Shen Er'an's voice was muffled: "The painting is not good."
"Don't give up on yourself, Master Shen, classmate Shen, the school hunk, the top student, the handsome guy, take a look in the mirror and look at your perfect test paper." Jiaobai paused and muttered, "When you reach your father's age, you will stand taller than him."
After the Shen family was controlled by Shen Er'an, many families including Qi, Liang, Chu, and Cen all fell into decline.
Even the Qi family has withdrawn from the competition for the title, because Qi Yiliao doesn't have the aura of a protagonist.
Jiaobai thought back and realized that the comics didn't go into detail about the disputes among the big families, but only explained the part where several supporting characters led by Qi Shuang participated.
The author started the time machine. A few years later, Shen Eran appeared as the head of the Shen family.
After all, comics are Shen Er'an's authentic perspective. The social relationships of small people are not involved in business wars.
Jiaobai winked at Shen Eran who was looking at him in a daze.
Shen Er'an looked at him intently, very confused: "Why do you think so?"
Jiaobai sprayed the wound with the spray a few times, but before he could answer, he said, "I don't want to do business."
"I don't like it." Shen Er'an rubbed his fingertips.
Jiaobai's eyes revealed the feeling of having read countless comics and drunk millions of tons of melodrama. Among the ten scumbag gongs, half of them were born with smooth sailing and were content with being scumbags, while the other half experienced unfortunate childhoods, frustrated adolescence, and distorted growth periods.
Jiaobai doesn't want to interfere too much in Shen Er'an's future direction.
"The achievements I'm talking about are not limited to the business world, but to any field," Jiaobai said. "Being able to calm down is the first step to success, and many people can't do that."
Shen Er'an smiled briefly, and Jiao Bai's words of comfort sounded like a joke.
How can you compare with that person if you don’t go into the business world
Without comparison, how can we judge who stands higher
Shen Eran asked: "How are you doing here?"
"It's okay." said Jiaobai.
"Get up, lie down, who will help you?"
Jiaobai searched for gauze in the medicine box: "There is a nurse, but I was asked to quit today."
"Look up." Jiaobai acted in a serious manner. He was not using Young Master Shen as a test subject. He had suffered many bumps and bruises since he was a child. His uncle, who drove the truck, was not at home, and his aunt didn't care about him. He just used whatever he had to deal with the injuries on his body.
Shen Er'an tilted his head back and continued to ask: "Then you eat..."
He lifted up the茭白 a little and put gauze on his wound: "Auntie has a fever. The doctor has prescribed some medicated and nutritious meals. Just follow them." It tasted terrible, but he had to eat it for his health.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, good health and good teeth are the real health.
Shen Eran looked up at the person standing above him: "You didn't go to school, your courses..."
"I have no problem." Jiaobai talked about an old man who gave him extra lessons and he solved the old man's problems with just a few questions.
Shen Er'an lowered his eyes.
Nurses, aunties, teachers, that person had thought of all the people he could think of and had even arranged them for Jiaobai.
Shen Er'an didn't want Jiaobai to be the first person to be treated like this by that person.
Don't be like that.
"Okay." Jiaobai supported Shen Er'an's shoulders and slowly sat on the ground. He looked up inadvertently and met the lazy gaze coming from the balcony.
The balcony looks like a resting lion.
Always ready to wield its invincible claws and rip open its prey.
In Jiaobai's ear, Shen Eran stuttered a little and whispered, "I brought you the notes."
Wild rice: “…”
"Why are you always thinking about my studies and trying to pull me up?" Jiao Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Compared to me, your buddy is the one to be pulled up."
"He's dead, he was saved." Shen Er'an said.
Jiaobai laughed out loud.
After laughing, he started crying, and he kept saying “ouch” and “ouch”.
On the balcony, Shen Ji brushed off the cigarette ash that accidentally fell in front of him and cursed, "It's what you deserve."
His face darkened immediately when he saw his son holding the puppy's arm with their heads touching.
Shen Ji lifted his feet up, but finally put them back down.
Take another look.
At the door of the room, Shen Eran wiped Jiao Bai's tears with a tissue and asked softly, "Do you want to see the notebook?"
"No." Jiaobai shook his head. Everyone has a different learning method, and Shen Eran's method is not suitable for him.
Shen Er'an said "Oh" in disappointment. Many people in the school wanted to see his notes. He gave them to Jiao Bai, but Jiao Bai didn't want them.
"I don't want to be in the top five or ten in the school," Jiao Bai said with a smile, "I just want to make sure that my grades can be stable within the admission score line of my ideal school in the past five years."
Shen Eran took the dirty tissue from Jiaobai's hand and folded it up out of habit. He asked casually, "Where is your ideal school?"
"West City." said Jiaobai.
Shen Eryan folded the tissue into a diamond shape. Jiaobai still didn't say the name of the school. He raised his eyes slightly.
Jiaobai was pulling at the drawstring of his sweatshirt, trying to make both sides symmetrical.
Shen Er'an continued to fold the paper towels. When he took the rhombus apart and folded out a little rabbit, he still didn't hear Jiaobai's answer.
I won't tell him.
Shen Er'an crushed the little rabbit in his palm.
Jiaobai pretended not to notice Shen Er'an's disappointment. He didn't say anything because he wanted to see what the situation would be.
If, when filling out the application form next year, he has already put Young Master Shen into a certain group on the account, and Young Master Shen has become a scumbag prematurely due to the butterfly effect, then there will be no need to contact him anymore.
As a fan of "Broken Wing" who followed every episode, he was really turned off by the main scumbag gong in this comic.
"Is my cell phone in the rental house?" Jiaobai suddenly asked.
Shen Eryan threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can: "Yes."
"As long as he's here." Jiao Bai didn't ask anything else. He didn't know if Zhang Zhen had looked for him on WeChat, and if he couldn't find him, would he directly investigate his information
"By the way, when you called your father, he asked you to come here and said you knew the address. How did you know it?" Jiaobai had a guess and didn't hope that was the case.
However, Shen Er'an's answer verified his guess.
"Tracking." Shen Er'an said.
Jiaobai's eyelids twitched. The tracking was discovered. This was the complete result.
When Jiaobai was in the hospital, Shen Eran said he had someone who could use him.
Jiao Bai didn't think too much about it at that time, but now he is chewing on the plot of "Broken Wings" carefully. In the original novel, Shen Eran has a powerful and terrifying black technology team. He uses it to deal with his father and sweep the business world. His methods are dirty and unethical. Now he is only a senior high school student, and that team should not have been established.
Even if it is established, it is still a small prototype that is not very useful.
The only people who can use Shen Er Amine are probably...
Jiaobai thought of a person who was a member of the team and had always followed Shen Er'an. He was his most trusted subordinate and also a member of his mother's family.
Yes, the tea picker is the mother of the scumbag in the melodramatic BL comic, and her identity is also melodramatic.
The tea-picking girl is the illegitimate daughter of the Cen family in Dongcheng. Both mother and daughter were badly harmed by Mrs. Cen. In order to take revenge, she borrowed Shen Ji's seed and sent her own child into the Shen family.
She wanted her child to become the heir of the Shen family and then bring down the Cen family.
A wealthy family, a melodramatic story, hi.
Jiaobai concentrated his mind. In the comics, the tool man Wang Chuqiu had died long ago.
Therefore, all developments after the night of "Di Ye" were driven by Jiaobai.
A lot of the plot has changed.
Jiaobai took a deep breath. In the youth chapter, there was no mention of Shen Eran having someone follow his father. Shen Eran's connections should not be exposed at this time. Even if it can't be called connections.
"Don't do stalking or anything like that anymore." Jiao Bai covered his face with his hands to prevent Shen Ji on the balcony from seeing his expression. His voice flowed out from between his fingers. "Just because your father doesn't take it seriously doesn't mean you'll be safe. You're about to become an adult, so take it easy."
There was something behind Jiaobai's words, and even if he didn't say it explicitly, Young Master Shen would understand.
Shen Er'an looked at Jiaobai strangely and complicatedly.
Jiaobai could understand Shen Er'an's surprise. It was not because he was so smart or scheming, but because 90% of the characters in melodramatic comics were from wealthy families. Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen herds of pigs running.
Shen Ji walked to the living room, and the phone rang again. It was the same person who called. He answered and cursed: "Are you done with it, or do you want me to listen to the scene?"
Chu Dongshan: “…”
It's over. Old Shen is really hungry. The person who picked the bed with him can actually be hungry.
There is a situation.
Chu Dongshan suppressed his gossiping heart and talked about business: "Old Shen, I just called Xiao Zhang, and his subordinate answered the phone and said he was in the hospital."
Shen Ji frowned: "Hospitalization?"
"Yes." Chu Dongshan said, "He is still unconscious. I will go back to China tomorrow. Old Qi's left and right arms are lying down. I don't know how messed up he is."
Shen Ji disagreed. He believed that the situation of the Qi family had been stable for a long time and there was no big deal.
Even though he thought so, Shen Ji still dialed a number after he finished talking to Chu Dongshan: "A Liao, I heard from Dongshan about Xiao Zhang. How did he get hurt?"
On the other end, Qi Yiliao had just left the hospital. He answered the phone in his car, his tone full of fatigue: "I protected a child who ran onto the road."
Shen Ji: “…”
He laughed out loud as if he had heard something really funny, his voice was cold: "You should help him get rid of Xiao Zhang's kindness."
Qi Yiliao lowered the car window to enjoy the fresh air. The gentleness in his eyes was covered by the cold winter night air, and not a trace of it could be seen: "That's in his bones. No matter how you try to remove it, just keep it."
Shen Ji did not comment further on this matter. After all, Xiao Zhang was A Liao's knife, not his. "What did the hospital say?"
Qi Yiliao pinched the root of his nose a few times and said, "It hurts my head, but it's getting better."
Shen Ji said, "Dongshan will be returning to China tomorrow. I'll be here," he glanced at the puppy at the door, "to come over tomorrow night."
"Don't assign anyone to me." Shen Ji said again, "I will bring one."
Shen Ji put his cell phone into his trouser pocket, strode through the living room and headed towards the room to the north.
Although he didn't care about the outside world and the secular perspective, he didn't like his son being caught between him and his puppy.
An eyesore.
Now that it has been confirmed, the things he was worried about are not mixed in, so he doesn't have to dig it out inch by inch and crush it.
Since we are just good friends, let's just leave it that way.
How rare.
Shen Ji picked up the puppy from the ground: "I've made arrangements. You go to the hospital for a follow-up check-up tomorrow morning."
Finally, he said to his son, "You follow."
The atmosphere was very strange.
Jiaobai had a bad feeling in his heart, and the terrifying feeling that the old man wanted to use Shen Eran to hold him back came back to him.
It was several times stronger than the previous time.
Jiaobai didn't even know when Shen Eran left. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the bed, covered with a warm quilt, with a nose full of...
Strong tobacco flavor.
The first thing Jiaobai did after he became an adult was to buy cigarettes. He was a little craving for cigarettes, but he didn't like the smell of cigarettes smoked by old people, they were too overbearing.
"Can't you sleep somewhere else?" Jiaobai pulled the quilt.
"Somewhere else?" Shen Ji sneered in the darkness, "In your body?"
Jiaobai rolled his eyes and Pikachu started a new round of getups. He didn't want to say anything anymore.
but,
"Why don't you take a shower before going to bed?" Jiaobai couldn't stand it anymore.
"Wait until you fall asleep and wash. The bed will be changed tomorrow." Shen Ji had sobered up a long time ago. He was not sleepy, but he did not want to move. For the time being, he just wanted to lie here: "If you say one more word, I will pinch your mouth open and make you swallow it."
Wild rice: “…”
It was already the late night and Jiaobai didn't have the energy to fight. He was very sleepy, so he pulled the quilt harder and it fell all over himself.
Shen Ji didn't pull it back childishly. He put his hands behind his head, lay flat next to the puppy and closed his eyes.
When Jiaobai woke up, Shen Ji was no longer by the bed. His aunt smiled at him, just like an old nanny in the palace congratulating her master for finally being chosen.
"The master left around six o'clock." The aunt waited for Jiaobai to get up, then took off the quilt cover and found it was not dirty. She checked the sheets and the trash can, and then revealed her melancholy, "Why didn't I serve the master successfully?"
Jiaobai went to wash up in silence, ignoring his aunt's hesitation to speak all morning.
At almost eight o'clock, Shen Er'an came over. Seeing his outstanding appearance, the aunt guessed his identity. She thought that Bai Bai was better than others, and he could even befriend the child of his sponsor.
Jiao Bai and Shen Er'an went out under the watchful eyes of their aunt who was sending her children to school. Chen Yiming was waiting downstairs and opened the car door as soon as he saw them.
Shen Ji Ren didn't come, but his most obedient and versatile lackey came.
Jiaobai was listless all the way. He suspected that Shen Ji had kissed him secretly while he was sleeping and put his tongue inside him. That was not the case. The old man was not a young boy, and he was not true love.
Jiaobai was in a bad state because he was restless. He felt that something was going to happen, but he recalled the plot of the comics over and over again and still couldn't come up with any clues.
When they arrived at the hospital, Chen Yiming did not go in. He just waited in the car.
Jiao Bai was supported by Shen Er'an and walked into the building. Before they reached the elevator, a gurgling sound came from far away.
It stopped in front of Shen Er'an's feet.
That's a thermos.
Jiaobai's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. This familiar, earthy style of painting...
A thin figure came into his sight and his eyes widened immediately.
If "Broken Wings" was not a comic but a movie, then the exclusive interlude of the first meeting between the two protagonists would be played now.
Here it comes.
The protagonist of "Broken Wings", the slutty bottom, has appeared.
Your friend is online
The assistant sent a reminder.
Jiaobai looked at the young man standing in front of Shen Er'an and blinked slowly.
In the comics, Jiaobai's original body was lying in the morgue of this hospital. Li Jue came to collect the body and met Shen Er'an who accompanied Liang Dong to the hospital. She fell in love with him at first sight.
Shen Er'an fell and injured his face last night. Now he was wearing a mask and a hat, leaving only his eyes exposed. Li Jue was stunned.
The butterfly effect has changed many things, but also has not changed some things.
The gears of the plot have turned to this direction.
Now, at this moment, the main storyline officially begins.
"Brother Xiaoqiu? It's really you!"
Li Jue's surprised cry startled Jiao Bai. Seeing the other party rushing towards him, his expression changed again and again.
The protagonist's ribs couldn't withstand that speed.
"Feel sorry."
Shen Er'an said something to the strange boy, then stood in front of Jiao Bai in a protective manner and pushed the other person away.
Li Jue was pushed to the ground. He was stunned, and his handsome face was instantly filled with embarrassment and helplessness, and his eyes turned red: "I... Brother Xiaoqiu..."
Jiaobai took his hand out of his coat pocket.
Shen Er'an, with his head down, looked over immediately. He thought Jiao Bai was going to help the man on the ground.
Jiaobai didn't, he just straightened his bangs. The original owner held Li Jue in his heart, if he were here, he would be very distressed, but he was not the original owner.
“Xiao, Brother Xiaoqiu…” Li Jue’s voice became even smaller and sounded more aggrieved.
"Why are you shouting? Can't you get up by yourself?" Jiaobai put his hands back into his pockets.