Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She will give everything he wants.

He was indifferent, and there was always a layer of frost in his eyes: "Don't get involved with me, you avenge your revenge, I will count my account, you have nothing to do with me."

It's so clean.

"Why are you so hostile to me?" Jiang Fuxi has never understood why he always guards her strictly, "because of the cat named Luo Si?"

Jiang Zhi replied: "I am not hostile to you, I just don't know you well."

His eyes were like looking at passers-by, A, B, C, indifferent, alienated, and without temperature.

"Aren't you familiar? But I always think you are the same kind of me." Jiang Fuxi approached him, the night breeze was blowing, and her expression was clear, "Jiang Zhi, I won't hurt you, I'm the most heart-stricken in this world." It must be me."

Zhou Xufang's goose bumps are all up when he hears it, is this seduce her fiance? So angry!

She pressed her ear to the phone and listened carefully to Jiang Zhi's reaction.

"Whether you want to take Xu Jiuru's life has nothing to do with me. Don't ask me. You can commit a crime and be prepared to go to jail. Also," Jiang Zhi stepped back and stayed away. "Don't use it so disgusting. Look at me with his eyes."

He left after speaking.

"Wait." Jiang Fuxi stopped him.

Jiang Zhi looked back, facing the light, his eyes dazzling.

She didn't seem to be angry, and her tone was still gentle: "Do you want my shares?"

This is her purpose, and she wants to give him shares.

Jiang Zhi looked at her alertly: "What are the conditions?"

There is no free lunch in the world, and he will not eat it for fear of being poisoned.

But she shook her head: "No conditions, you want me to give it to you." She looked obsessed, like a dense net, "I said, I am the best person to you."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

There is nothing to say, this is a **** pervert.

"Keep it for yourself," he said, "I don't want outsiders' things for nothing."

After speaking, he went home.

outsider?

Oh, she is an outsider.

When Jiang Fuxi was twelve years old, she knew Jiang Zhi’s life experience, and that year, Agui told her that Xu Jiuru killed her parents.

What she heard with her own ears was outside Xu Jiuru's door.

"Old lady, I'm afraid the young master will not work."

At that time, Jiang Zhi's doctor was Qin Shiyu's father.

"I don't care what method you use," Xu Jiuru ordered, "you have to hang him up for me."

It was winter and heavy snowfall. The winter in the Imperial Capital was very cold. Jiang Zhi was very ill. The doctor said that he might not survive the severe winter.

But Xu Jiuru's tone was not anxious, but angry.

Jiang Chuan persuaded him and said: "This Lu family's bad luck, it is better to let him--"

"No!" Xu Jiuru scolded, so angry that he forgot to lower his voice. Jiang Fuxi heard clearly outside. She said, "I have raised him for twelve years, so I must let him do something for the Jiang family."

Lu Family's evil species...

Later, Jiang Fuxi understood that Xu Jiuru wanted Jiang Zhi to help her. She wanted to use the hands of the Lu family to poke the heart of the Lu family.

On that day, Agui called her to the backyard and said that her father had a car accident with Jiang Zhi’s mother. It was not an accident, it was man-made, and Xu Jiuru arranged it. She killed two birds with one stone and killed Jiang Zhi who had smeared Jiang’s family. Mother, also got rid of the toad who wanted to eat swan meat-her biological father, Ning Zhehua.

After listening to her, she sat for a while, and when it was dark and the snow stopped, she went to Jiang Zhi's house. His house was the warmest, because the old lady "loved" him and spread a layer of warm jade in his house.

Jiang Zhi was asleep, not at all popular, lying there as if dead.

She walked to the bed: "Brother Zhi."

He did not wake up.

She flicked her skirt and sat down and whispered, "Brother Zhi."

"Brother Zhi."

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes and looked at her feebly, her beautiful peach eyes hollow.

At that time, he was very thin, with very white skin, like a delicate doll, without any vitality.

"You are the same as me." She sneered and said to herself, "We are all the same."

He stretched out his hand from the quilt, his fingers were white and slender, but he was skinny: "Cough cough cough cough...you..."

He coughed badly, but his bloodless face coughed up a bit of crimson color, a handsome young man, so delicate and beautiful.

She couldn't hear him: "What?"

"You...cough cough cough cough cough..." The boy coughed his shoulders shaking.

She leaned over to listen: "What did you say?"

He talked hard, and his beautiful eyes stared at people: "Don't, cough... Don't..." He wrapped his hands in a handkerchief and pushed her, "Don't sit on my bed!"

She froze for a moment, smiled, and got up from his bed.

The young man had no energy, but was very stubborn, struggling to dust the bed sheet she had sat on, with a disgusting expression on his face.

He is obsessed with cleanliness and never lets people sit on his bed.

Xu Jiuru could not sit.

When Jiang Zhi was sixteen, he went to Luo's house very often. Once, when he came back from the Luo family, he begged Xu Jiuru to take the adopted son of the Luo family back to the Jiang family.

Xu Jiuru naturally disagreed and argued with him for a long time: "Even if I agree, the Luo family will not agree."

He was very angry: "If you don't agree, I will grab it."

"It's easy to say, his household registration is in the Luo family, and the Luo family doesn't nod, how can you grab it?"

"Hold it hard."

Xu Jiuru reprimanded: "Nothing!"

Moonlight leaked mottled from the silver pine trees in the yard, and the boy standing upright suddenly knelt down.

He grew up to sixteen and never kneeled, nor did his ancestors kneel. This time he folded his knees for an outsider: "You don’t want me to fool around, I'm determined to fool around, if you don’t help me **** Luo San , I can't afford to kneel."

"Then you kneel."

Xu Jiuru walked away with anger.

She was with Gui at the time.

"Sister Xi, go and persuade you too."

She shook her head and looked at the people under the tree in the distance: "Why would he listen to me." She turned her head and asked Gui, "Is Brother Zhi's soup ready?"

"Warm in the kitchen."

She glanced at the young man kneeling in the moonlight with a thin back: "I'll bring it."

It was very cold, and his bones were not good, and he would get sick after kneeling for a long time.

She went to the kitchen and asked her servants to pour out the soup and medicine. As soon as she brought her hands, she was so hot that she slipped her hands.

Gui asked nervously, "It's not hot, right."

There was a piece of red on the back of her hand, and she wiped it with the kerchief at random: "It doesn't matter." She glanced at the ground and told Gui, "The soup is spilled, let it boil again."

Gui nodded.

She walked out of the kitchen, turned around, and exhorted: "Fuling put one more money."

An extra amount of money is not a big hindrance to ordinary people, but for Jiang Zhi, most of the money can kill him. Gui's worry: "Brother Zhi's body is only afraid of—"

At that time, Jiang Fuxi was only sixteen years old. She was strategic and brilliant. She said, "Do as I say."

Gui did not ask more: "Yes."

Jiang Zhi knelt for two hours.

In the middle of the night, the Gui family came and told her: "Sister Xi, the little son he vomited blood."

She put on a dress and immediately went to Jiang Zhi's house. From a distance, she heard the anxious voice of the old lady: "Doctor Qin, how is Brother Zhi?"

"Kneeling for a long time, the cold has entered the body and infected the liver and lungs."

Jiang Zhi's liver and lungs had problems in the first place, and ordinary people's minor illnesses could be fatal and serious illnesses in his place.

Xu Jiuru stayed on the bedside: "Jiangchuan, go and decoction."

"Yes."

Jiang Chuan walked to the door, nodded to Jiang Fuxi, and then went out to make medicine.

She came in: "Grandma."

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

She walked to the bed: "I'm worried about Brother Zhi, come and see him." She looked at the pale boy on the bed, frowning, "How is he?"

Xu Jiuru shook his head: "He is not in good health, but he has caught the wind and cold. I don't know how long he will be in bed again."

The look on her face was extremely worried and distressed.

The acting is really good.

"Grandma," Jiang Fuxi stepped forward, "The adopted son of the Luo family, have you ever let people read his eight characters?"

Xu Jiu believes in Fengshui, believes in fate, and believes in eight characters and heaven and earth. As soon as Jiang Zhi said that he would bring people back for adoption, he fell.

The next day, bad news came. Luo's flower shed was on fire. Two people died, including Luo San.

Xu Jiuru said that the child had a bad life and a bad luck.

Jiang Zhi was seriously ill because of this, and he only hung a breath and almost died. The Jiang family all said that the Luo family's child not only has a fortune, but also killed him.

Jiang Fuxi thought about it many times. If he didn't release the extra money that night, Jiang Zhi would not fall. What would be the outcome? Will he bring Luo San to Jiang's house overnight? Will they grow up together? Will you fall in love?

She imagined a lot, but never imagined that they would meet again eight years later.

Suddenly, there was a bang!

The driver of the main driver slammed the brakes, drove awkwardly for a few meters, and stopped: "Sorry, Miss San, the car seems to have a flat tire."