She is the Third Kind of Stunning

Jian Qing walked around the community holding Lu Yinxi's hand.

The two hands are holding each other, palms facing each other, at first one is warm and the other is cool, then gradually the same temperature.

In early spring, when it is warm and cold, the branches are out of tender pistils, the violets are about to bloom, and the fragrance of flowers in the air can be vaguely smelled.

I haven't noticed the scenery in the past few years, but tonight they all come to my eyes.

Jian Qing noticed the arrival of spring last time. When she was still young, she took her younger sister's hand home. The younger sister picked a small and soft flower and carefully put it in her palm to please her. She thought the wild flowers on the roadside were blown by the wind. The rain was not clean and I wanted to throw it away, but my sister refused to let me grab it and grabbed it all the way. After returning home, I washed it in water, dried it, made a specimen, and gave it to her.

Her sister is two completely different people from her, soft, clean, kind and sincere.

Lu Yinxi got into the elevator and wanted to press the floor, but just as he was about to raise his hand, he realized that he was being held by Jian Qing.

She exerted a little force and struggled, but she didn't break free.

Jian Qing pressed the floor number, the elevator door closed, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Yinxi.

Seeing that slightly cold gaze, Lu Yinxi didn't dare to move for no reason.

Maybe, I don't want to move, so I just hold her like this, satisfying my heart and agreeing, stealing a little time for intimacy in the chaotic and ignorant days.

Unknowingly, there was a smile on the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, Lu Yinxi pursed his lips, trying to restrain himself, but he couldn't suppress the curvature of the corners of his lips.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

She shook her hand slightly, and led Jian Qing out.

As soon as she got out of the elevator door, her eyes fell on the door of the house. She was stunned, smiled, and gently squeezed Jian Qing's palm.

Jian Qing stopped, looked towards the door of the house, the soft colors in his eyes faded away, and turned to be full of guard and coldness.

Standing at the door was a woman in her thirties, with cold white skin and tall stature, carrying a brand-name bag and wearing a well-tailored small black suit.

The makeup is exquisite, the eyebrows and eyes are narrow and long, and the bridge of the nose is high, which is three points similar to Jian Qing's face.

Seeing them coming back, the strange woman's eyes fell on Jian Qing, then looked at Lu Yinxi for two seconds, then moved her eyes down to stare at their holding hands.

Lu Yinxi wanted to pull his hand away subconsciously, but Jian Qing held it tightly and didn't let go.

The strange woman looked at it for a few seconds, and seemed to understand it, but she didn't say anything, and asked with a smile: "I've been waiting for you for an hour, why don't you invite me in?"

With a slightly indifferent face, he smiled like a spring breeze, full of affinity.

Jian Qing took Lu Yinxi's hand, walked over without looking sideways, pressed the password, and opened the door without saying whether to invite someone in.

Lu Yinxi guessed that she should be a member of Jian Qing's family, and after entering the door, he took a pair of clean cotton and dragged it to the door, inviting her in.

The woman at the door nodded politely and thanked them. She changed her shoes and entered the door. Standing at the entrance, she saw them take off their coats and hang them on the coat rack. They also did as the Romans did. They took off their suit coats and hung them up before following them into the living room.

It's about etiquette.

Lu Yinxi took the initiative to give up the space, and said to Jian Qing: "You guys talk, I'll go in to catch up on sleep, I didn't sleep well last night."

Jian Qing hummed, and stretched out her hand to brush her sideburn hair behind her ear: "I'll cook supper tonight, you get up and eat some."

Seems like a really close family, with conversations she needs to avoid.

Lu Yinxi didn't ask any more questions, just smiled, closed the door and entered the room.

Before the door closed, I vaguely heard a strange woman persuading: "Ah Qing, you can play for a while, don't spread it, it will ruin the family tradition."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to pass into Lu Yinxi's ears.

On the surface, she said it to Jian Qing, but in fact she was warning Lu Yinxi.

The feelings that hadn't even been written off, were first disgusted by the other party's family.

Lu Yinxi chuckled and said, "You paper people, what kind of family tradition do you have?"

She changed into her pajamas, lay down on the soft quilt, her mind was wide open, and she imagined in her mind the scene where the wealthy daughter threw a check of ten million and asked her to leave Jian Qing.

Thinking about it, she rolled on the bed several times laughing.

This is a virtual world, except for Jian Qing, the rest are insignificant characters. For some simple and kind little characters, she is willing to release her kindness and treat each other sincerely; there are also some characters who exist like passing clouds, so don't worry about them.

Jian Qing originally planned to do his best to treat guests and prepare some tea and snacks. After hearing what Jian Yan said just now, he didn't prepare anything. He sat on the sofa, took an orange and peeled it, and said coldly: " Speak straight."

Jian Yan also sat down and rubbed her sore ankles: "Sister, why don't you come and visit your sister?"

I don't care about it during the holidays, and come to visit for no reason.

Jian Qing didn't look at her directly, cherishing words like gold and said: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

Jian Yan got straight to the point: "Jane's is going to enter the pharmaceutical industry recently and acquired KN. I'm not familiar with that business, so I want you to come back and help me."

Jian Qing refused, saying, "I can only see a doctor, not do business."

Jian Yan: "You're smart, you just need to learn. If there is someone to teach you, I can also take you personally. Ah Qing, we were not born to the same mother, and you never called me a sister seriously, but I have always regarded you as my sister." Look at my sister. The old man is not in good health now, and the eldest sister died young; the second brother was sent to prison by you, and is still serving his sentence; When will I die. In the younger generation of the Jian family, we and the sisters are the only ones left to depend on each other. If you don't come back, I will be alone and weak, and I won't be able to fight those old guys. "

The businessman spoke with sincerity, and Jian Qing's elation faded when he heard it: "Is it finished?"

Jian Yan observed her words and knew that she was not interested: "I'll come back when I'm free, and you can contact me if you change your mind." She picked up her bag and was about to leave, as if she remembered something, she showed her elder sister's style and preached, "Don't delay me Little girl, little girl is young and ignorant, don't be ignorant and play with other people's feelings."

Jian Qing ignored it, peeled the orange, and ate it leisurely.

"I think she looks like your sister Ruanxi, and the mole at the end of her eye is exactly the same. Your taste is quite special. If I find a woman who looks like you, won't you be disgusted?"

Jian Qing nodded without changing her expression: "Disgusting." She wiped her hands, stood up, opened the door, and threw the coat to Jian Yan, "Don't come here again."

Jian Yan put away his coat, hung it in his arms, and put on the skin of a business elite instead of the mean-speaking elder sister's face: "Then I'll wait for your call at home, and you can go home and see the old man when you have time."

Lu Yinxi said it was to catch up on sleep, but in fact he was reciting lines and writing biographies in the room.

The sound insulation of the room is very good, you can't hear the conversation in the living room.

Two hours later, Lu Yinxi finished writing the biography, stretched his waist, thought of the woman whose face was three points similar to Jian Qing, opened his laptop, and searched for information about Jian's family.

The chairman of Jane's Galaxy Group is Jian Zhenghe, who was once the vice mayor of Jiangzhou City. In the early 1990s, there was a wave of business in the system. Encouraged by the policy, he resigned from the position of deputy mayor and established Yinhe Group. Taking advantage of the reform and opening-up policy, Galaxy Group has formed four core industries: commercial real estate, entertainment culture, financial investment, and network technology since its establishment.

This is the information on the encyclopedia, and the rest of the links that pop up, most of the titles are "Jane's wealthy family", "The second son of the Jian family escaped in an accident and went to jail", "Family struggle, the prince sacrificed, and the third princess succeeded in ascending the throne" Such exaggerated gimmicks.

On the Internet, there are only images of Jian Zheng and Jian Yan, the successor of the Jian family. The father and daughter attended the commercial ribbon-cutting and press conferences. The rest of the Jian family only have some candid photos of their backs, or those that are too blurry to see their faces clearly. Pictures; there are many links, and clicking them is also invalid.

Lu Yinxi wanted to search for information such as family relationship, but he couldn't find it at all, and it was cleaned up.

It seems to be hidden on purpose.

The Internet only shows what it wants the public to see, and some things that are deliberately hidden will only be rumored and will not be displayed in front of the world.

You might as well ask yourself.

She went out in her pajamas, but there was no one in the living room, and the smell of white fungus and red date soup wafted from the kitchen.

She filled a bowl and wandered to the study, the door of the study was ajar.

She knocked on the door to signal the people inside: "I want to come in?"

The people inside hummed and agreed to her entry.

Pushing open the door and entering, Lu Yinxi saw Jian Qing lying on the desk, not knowing what he was writing.

Maybe it was the idea of ​​the thesis, maybe it was other paperwork in the hospital, Lu Yinxi was not interested in knowing, so she sat beside her with tremella and red date soup, took a spoon, and scooped it into her mouth one bite at a time.

Jian Qing asked: "What's wrong?"

Usually when she was working here, Lu Yinxi would not come in.

"Accompany you." Lu Yinxi acted obediently.

Knowing that she wasn't telling the truth, Jian Qing felt warm in her heart, smiled slightly, and warned, "Tell the truth."

Lu Yinxi said truthfully: "I want to know you and your family."

She spoke frankly, and she was not afraid of being misunderstood because she had ulterior motives.

Jian Qing suppressed her smile with a calm expression: "I don't have much contact with my family."

She guessed that Lu Yinxi went to search for information. Jian Yan's face was known as the most beautiful woman and the richest man in Jiangzhou. It was reported by major media, and there was also a special entry on Encyclopedia.

Lu Yinxi asked while drinking: "Then tell me about you, what is your ranking in the family?"

Jian Qing hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Six."

She is willing to open her mouth to say something about herself instead of keeping silent like she used to.

Lu Yinxi bowed his head and smiled, the red date soup in the bowl was sweet and delicious, and the sweetness spread from the mouth to the heart.

She continued to inquire: "Are there any younger brothers and sisters?"

After answering the first question about her family, Jian Qing didn't mind telling her the rest of the answer: "I had a half-sister who died later."

Lu Yinxi was silent for a moment, looking at Jian Qing's expression, calm and indifferent, not looking to be comforted.

She stopped comforting her and asked, "Is that person who came at night yours?"

"In name, it's Third Sister."

Lu Yinxi nodded, the red date soup had bottomed out, so she went to fill another half bowl and came back.

The study room was filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of red dates, Jian Qing looked up at Lu Yinxi, and asked, "What else do you want to know?"

Lu Yinxi threw the question back to her: "What else are you willing to tell me?"

Jian Qing remembered Lu Yinxi's words just now that he wanted to know you and your family, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "I really want to know?"

Lu Yinxi nodded: "I think."

Jian Qing asked again: "No regrets?"

Lu Yinxi was puzzled: "Why do you regret it?"

Jane smiled lightly.

The secrets of the wealthy families that have been erased on the Internet, here, she said it lightly, as if it was not worth mentioning: "Jian's family has six children, four females and two males, 'Hai Yan He Qing, Xiu Wen Yan Wu'.

Eldest sister Jian Hai suffered from depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building;

The second child, Jian Xiuwen, hit and escaped while driving while drunk, and killed a pregnant woman, an old man, and a 3-year-old child. I reported him and sent him to prison with a suspended death sentence.

The third youngest, Jian Yan, the one you saw tonight, used to rob the right of inheritance, and let people take the fourth youngest, Jian Yanwu, to the mountains to feed wild dogs. He wanted to blame me, but he failed;

The fifth child, Jianhe, was kidnapped when he was a child. He was frightened and was in poor health. He has been recuperating at home.

After the kidnapping case, Jian Zhenghe asked people to erase the information on the Internet, and all family photos and voices were not allowed to be posted. "

The secret of a wealthy family is not a fairy tale, you are the knife and I am the fish, a few lives are lightly exposed, Lu Yinxi holds his breath, he dare not let out his breath, he keeps stirring the jujube soup in the bowl, and dare not take another sip .

The dark red jujube soup looks somewhat similar to the color of blood.

Jian Qing looked at her and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"No..." Lu Yinxi shook his head, fell silent for a moment, and commented softly, "Your family, fighting for the right to inherit is more intense than fighting for the throne..."

All of them looked polite, polite and dignified, but almost all of them were scheming people.

Jane explained calmly: "I didn't rob, I sent him to prison because Jian Xiuwen harmed my people."

Lu Yinxi didn't say anything more, remembering that when she returned to the villa during the Chinese New Year, Jian Qing said that there were wild dogs on the mountain, which had killed people and spilled their intestines all over the place, she was the one who called the police and called 120.

The person she mentioned could be her fourth brother...

No one spoke, and the study was silent.

Jian Qing put down the pen and paper, stared at Lu Yinxi, observing her expression.

Lu Yinxi lowered his head to sip the soup, his eyes slid over and back again, trying to ignore the cold gaze.

Jian Qing suddenly approached, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, turned her head around, and forced her to look at each other forcefully.

The jaw was tightly locked, unable to move, Lu Yinxi's pupils suddenly dilated, and he clenched the spoon tightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, like a cat on alert with its fur bristling.

Seeing this, Jian Qing relaxed a little.

With the pulp of her thumb, she gently wiped the reddish soup stain on Lu Yinxi's lips, then let go of her hand, and softly comforted: "Don't be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"Never."

The tone was cold, but sincere and firm, like an oath, coupled with her cool and melodious voice, it was really beautiful.

If he didn't know the future plot, Lu Yinxi would have believed her nonsense.

The ending of the original book came to mind one by one, the villa was imprisoned, half-pushed, forced to commit suicide...

That paranoid and gloomy image gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

Lu Yinxi's chest was pounding, but this time it was not because of heartbeat, but because of fear.

They are really not from the same world.

In the simple and clear world, fame and fortune are paramount, rivalry, brotherhood, and human life are as cheap as ants.

Will she become someone like Jian Yan in the future? In order to achieve the goal, use any means?

"Didn't you mean to accompany me?" Jian Qing lightly rubbed Lu Yinxi's head, "There is a small bed behind the screen, you go there to rest and read, as if it were to accompany me."

Lu Yinxi nodded, quickly poured the half bowl of jujube soup into his belly, ran behind the screen, took a book from the shelf, shrank to the bed, read the book, and diverted his attention, not daring to disturb Jian Qing anymore. I don't want to talk to her yet.

She was a little afraid of her.

But only temporarily.

She just needs a little time to digest and adapt.

Jian Qing is an unsmiling person, but most of the time, she will take care of others and never really force herself to do something she doesn't like. What she meets now is herself, the self who has passed through the real world, and will never change. The person who ended up like that...

Jian Qing stared at the blurred figure behind the screen for a while, then kept her face and continued to work at her desk.

Lu Yinxi, who usually talks a lot, was unusually silent tonight.

It was like going back to the beginning, the two of them got along with nothing but endless silence.

In the dead of night, Jian Qing finished the lecture, turned off the computer, and walked behind the screen.

Lu Yinxi didn't know when he fell asleep after reading a book, lying on the small bed with his eyes closed, his sleeping face looked cute and soft, which made people feel pity.

Jian Qing walked over, stared at her for a long time, bent down, gently stroked the mole at the end of her eyes, and complained softly: "You said you wanted to know me, but I said so, and you are afraid of me..."

People in their sleep cannot respond to this complaint.

Jian Qing lowered her head, buried her neck, and gently sniffed her breath.

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