He is like a delusional person

When I left the company, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Wen Sheng walked out of the office building, he saw a red Ferrari parked on the roadside.

On a cold day, Zhu Qingjia wore a long white down jacket with a black tights skirt and boots underneath. A pair of long white legs are so beautiful that they are astonishingly beautiful.

Seeing Wen Sheng coming out, Zhu Qingjia quickly hung up the phone and stepped forward, "Sister Sheng!"

"Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" Wen Sheng received a call from Zhu Qingjia before leaving get off work and asked to have dinner together in the evening.

As a result, she had so many things on her hands that she had to call back and cancel the appointment. But Zhu Qingjia insisted on waiting until she got off work, and said she had important things to talk about in person.

"It didn't take long, how about we have hot pot tonight?" Zhu Qingjia took Wen Sheng's arm affectionately and tried to force out a smile.

Wen Sheng could tell that Zhu Qingjia was worried, so he readily agreed, "I'm starving to death, I'm just waiting for you to take me to eat and drink spicy food."

Teacher Zhu said that there is nothing that a hot pot meal cannot solve.

If not, then have two meals.

"Sister Sheng—" Zhu Qingjia suddenly said after getting into the car, "My brother heard that we had an appointment for dinner tonight, and he insisted that he come with us. You don't mind, right?"

Wen Sheng smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind, but I remember that Brother Shifang doesn't like spicy food very much."

The brother and sister have opposite tastes. Zhu Qingjia doesn't like anything spicy, while Jiang Shifang's taste is very light.

I remember one time before, the three of us went to eat hot pot together. Jiang Shifang washed everything with water before eating, and was laughed at by Zhu Qingjia, who had enough time for a hot pot meal.

"He said that a person should be brave enough to try and change his taste." Zhu Qingjia looked at Wen Sheng's smiling face, but she couldn't smile.

Jiang Shifang, that silly boy, has been haunted all day since he found out that Wen Sheng was his biological sister who had been lost for many years.

After leaving the study room last night, Jiang Shifang took Zhu Qingjia and talked about many things about Wen Sheng's childhood.

Later, with red eyes, he said he was sorry to Wen Sheng and would definitely compensate her in the future. He asked Zhu Qingjia to help.

After being at Jiang's house for so long, Zhu Qingjia saw Jiang Shifang's emotional side for the first time. He seems heartless, but in fact he is very thoughtful.

"Okay, let's order the mandarin duck pot and let Brother Shifang eat the clear soup." Wen Sheng smiled lightly.

Hot pot restaurant.

Jiang Shifang heard that Wen Sheng wanted to eat hot pot, so she reserved the largest private room in advance and asked the manager to prepare her favorite ingredients.

On the way to the hot pot restaurant, he also took a detour to an internet celebrity store to buy Wen Sheng's favorite mango pudding when he was a child.

I remember that the day before Wen Sheng disappeared, the servant made two portions of mango pudding. Jiang Shifang was greedy and was not satisfied after finishing his own portion, so he secretly finished off his sister's portion as well.

Little Asheng didn't get the pudding and sat on the sofa crying. Jiang Shifang couldn't coax her for a long time and promised to go to the cake shop to buy her a box the next day.

As a result, Wen Sheng was taken away by human traffickers before the promise was fulfilled.

Since that day, Jiang Shifang has never eaten mango pudding again. Sometimes when he passed by a cake shop, he stared at the mango pudding in the window and couldn't move for a long time.

He secretly vowed to find his sister back and buy her lots of mango pudding.

"elder brother--"

The moment the door opened, Jiang Shifang heard someone calling him "Brother" and was in a trance. Raising his head, his eyes naturally fell on Wen Sheng, and he looked at her carefully.

From the first time he saw Wen Sheng, he had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy, but he never thought about it in that aspect.

In fact, Wen Sheng and Mrs. Jiang looked very similar, but Jiang Shifang was still young when she died and could not remember many things clearly. If he could have recognized it earlier, maybe Wen Sheng wouldn't have suffered so much.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shifang felt even more uncomfortable.

Wen Sheng felt a little uncomfortable being looked at and took the initiative to break the silence, "Brother Shifang."

The sound of "Brother Shifang" made Jiang Shifang's heart feel as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat.

When Wen Sheng learned to speak when she was a child, the first words she learned were not "father" and "mother", but "brother". At that time Wen Sheng was like Jiang Shifang’s shadow, following him every day.

Jiang Shifang was very naughty when he was a child, jumping up and down and inevitably getting beaten. When little Asheng was unsteady when walking, she had already learned to stand in front of him and prevent Jiang Ruxin from making a move.

Every time there is something delicious, a portion will always be left for him.

When Mrs. Jiang was still alive, she often taught Jiang Shifang to protect his sister. No matter what time, don't let her get hurt.

Those dusty memories are like being cut out of a small hole and popping out crazily. The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for many years surged up like sea water.

Jiang Shifang stood up from his chair. It took him a long time before he stammered, "Ah - Ah Sheng, are you here?"

The sound of "Asheng" contains too many emotions.

Excited, excited, happy, and more of all, feeling guilty for Wen Sheng.

Zhu Qingjia saw all this and pushed Wen Sheng's arm and said, "A Sheng, please sit next to my brother."

Now she finds it difficult to even call Jiang Shifang "brother".

He was originally supposed to be Wen Sheng's brother.

In these years, Zhu Qingjia took Wen Sheng's place and enjoyed their meticulous love. Whenever she thought of this, she would feel heartbroken and always felt ashamed of Wen Sheng.

"Brother Shifang must be hungry too. Let's order quickly." Wen Sheng sat down gracefully.

The atmosphere in the private room seemed a bit off.

Zhu Qingjia talks the most on weekdays. He always chatters non-stop during meals and likes to quarrel with Jiang Shifang.

Today, she changed her mind and ate silently.

On the contrary, Jiang Shifang was the talkative one. He served Wen Sheng groceries diligently and kept asking about her work and life.

"Brother Shifang, you don't have to pick up the food for me. I really can't eat anymore." Wen Sheng looked at the bowls piled up in a hill, looking embarrassed.

Being too diligent can bring stress to people.

Hearing this, Jiang Shifang hurriedly put the mango pudding he had brought in in front of Wen Sheng, "I bought you mango pudding, why don't you try a piece to relieve your tiredness."

"Sorry, I don't eat mango pudding." Wen Sheng said.

Jiang Shifang's expression showed disappointment, "Didn't you like mango pudding the most before? I even bought a dozen for you."

Wen Sheng looked at the exquisite pudding in the box and frowned, "I had diarrhea once after eating mango pudding when I was a child. From then on, my dad stopped buying it for me. Over time, I stopped eating it."

"Then what flavor of pudding do you like? I'll buy it for you next time, strawberry, vanilla or matcha?" Jiang Shifang didn't know this and looked a little embarrassed.

"You're really welcome!" Wen Sheng smiled awkwardly.

That silly boy Jiang Shifang didn't realize Wen Sheng's embarrassment at all, and kept muttering, "If you don't like pudding, I'll buy you something else next time. By the way, you like tea, right?"

"Brother Shifang, you're really welcome!"

Wen Sheng was frightened by Jiang Shifang's enthusiasm and turned to Zhu Qingjia for help.

Zhu Qingjia understood her best friend’s dilemma immediately.

"Don't you have something to say to Sister Sheng today? Let's talk business first -" Zhu Qingjia coughed lightly.

Jiang Shifang slapped the back of his head and said, "Yes, this weekend is the anniversary of the Jiang Group, and I would like to invite you to attend."

The Jiang Group's anniversary celebration coincides with the end of the year and is held every year. But as the Spring Festival is approaching, the company has a lot of things going on, and Wen Sheng may not be able to spare time.

"Brother Shifang, thank you for your kindness. I'm very busy with work during this period, so I probably won't have time to participate." Wen Sheng declined politely.