Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Xiao Jingyan tugged at him rigidly, pulled out a not so good-looking smile, raised a foot to go outside the door.

"Big brother..." Xiao Jingye was a little worried. He unconsciously took a step forward and reached for his sleeve.

Although Xiao Jingye's skill can be regarded as more agile, compared with Xiao Jingyan, it is still a big gap, which is a bit like playing dagger in front of Guan Gong.

Xiao Jingyan didn't even lift his eyelids. He subconsciously grinned to the side. Then Xiao Jingye's fingers brushed his clothes and fell down.

Xiao Jingye's face suddenly collapsed, and a sense of shame and indignation floated on his handsome young face.

He snapped at his lower lip and squeezed out a few words with great difficulty

"Shut up."

Xiao Jingyan didn't look back. He turned his back to him and dropped three cold words.

Mu Yun deeply frowned, a little unable to see down, "brother, actually this matter..."

"Deep clouds." Without waiting for him to finish, Xiao Jingyan looked back at him deeply. "You've always been more sensible than them. I hope it's the same this time, OK?"

Although the tone of such a warning was mild, the meaning was self-evident. Bing Xue was as smart as mu Yunshen, and he responded almost instantly.

He stopped his mouth, his thin lip moved slightly, but it didn't open in the end.

Xiao Jingyan clenched his fist quietly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst up like the roots of a strong old tree, clinging to his bronze skin, winding into his sleeve and disappearing.

"And you." He didn't pass an eye. He threw a cold sharp eye knife at his brother. "I'll take care of you when I finish what I'm doing. Let's talk about what my parents have done in the past few years when I'm not at home. I'm sorry for you."

Xiao Jingye's tears almost burst out of his eyes at that time, and the baffle in front of the lacrimal gland was suddenly melted by the surging heat.

His knees softened unconsciously. He had no time to say a word. He could only watch Xiao Jingyan drop that sentence and then turn around and walk away, leaving him a thin figure.

Xiao Jingyan was so anxious that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

Tang Xiao is still waiting in the corridor, hesitating to consider whether she should go in. After all, there has been no obvious movement in it for a long time. She is very worried.

But then again, Su Xiaoyu is still standing beside her. In a strict sense, although she can be regarded as one foot into the door of the Xiao family, she can not be regarded as a Xiao family.

What kind of identity would she take if she followed in?

Is it Xiao Jingye's fiancee or Xiao Zhan's daughter-in-law to be who just died and whose body is still in the bag of the morgue downstairs?

Tang Xiao thought that the back of his head hurt quickly, but he didn't think clearly.

She looked back at Su Xiaoyu. The little dress and skirt on the girl's body had been crumpled into a ball. There was no blood on her face, which was not big enough to be slapped. It was full of obvious panic and fatigue.

Her slender fingers do not know when to begin to tightly grasp the skirt did not loosen, like drowning people grasp the straw, standing in the deep corridor, surrounded by people bustling, but it seems to have nothing to do with her.

The only person she can rely on is in the door at this time. She is busy with her own affairs. She is also suffering from mental and physical torture. She can't spare any time to pay attention to her movements.

In the morning, when she stood on the stage of the meeting and took over the flowers, Tang Xiao remembered that she saw Su Xiaoyu secretly raise her hand and touch the corner of her eye from a distance.

Generally speaking, no one can notice this action, but Tang Xiao is familiar with it.

She should have cried at that time.

But not because of sadness, but because of happiness.