Chapter 165 So, you can roll
"Brother, can you please?"
Opposite Jiang Xiying, Jiang Fei stared at the computer with a cold face.
After a while, he lowered his head, pulled out the pen from one side, and wrote something seriously on it.
"This has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Xiying got up, walked around the table, came behind Jiang Fei, and carefully held Jiang Fei's shoulders, with a gentle movement:
"Brother, as long as the old man listens to you, you can help me with a word. Look at how your brother has been forced into now. He has lost weight. Don't you have the heart to look at your chic, handsome and cute brother?" Are you just being pushed into the abyss?"
That attitude, not to mention how flattering it is.
In the past few days, the old man's phone calls have been calling like a reminder, and every time he is urging him to go out with other girls.
And highlight: Must make an appointment!
After being blacklisted last time and almost being crutched, he didn't do it this time.
Instead, the card was changed directly.
However, it didn't take long before he could get you this new card again.
Finally, he will directly shut down the phone, and in the next second, they will directly suspend all your bank cards?
People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.
Thus, he found out that at some point the old man directly settled the marriage, and even asked him to invite someone to dinner and watch a movie, in the name of cultivating feelings.
Cultivate a fart relationship!
The person I met just once, with such a domineering temper, how did his old man think to push him into the fire pit?
Being forced to do nothing, he could only bravely beg Jiang Fei.
After all, his elder brother's speech in this family is much more important, and it is much easier to speak for him.
Naihe Jiang Fei refused to enter, raised his hand to slap his hand away, and continued to write on the paper: "Why can't I bear it."
Jiang Xiying rubbed the arm that was slapped off, and curled her lips: "Brother, you are too ruthless, I am your own brother."
Jiang Fei stopped the pen in hand, leaned on the back of the chair, turned half a circle and raised her eyes to face Jiang Xiying, with a faint expression:
"Do you think it's not close enough?"
Jiang Xiying paused as she rubbed her hands, and suddenly the atrocities committed by her dear brother who couldn't kiss her again when she was young appeared in her mind.
Watching his movements, Jiang Fei turned back and looked at Jiang Xiying's well-behaved sitting posture.
Finally exhaled imperceptibly, put down the pen in his hand, and picked up the mobile phone beside him.
"The next time something like this happens, don't bother me again."
Under Jiang Xiying's expectant eyes, he dialed a number and put it next to his ear.
Connected soon.
He nodded: "Hello, Grandpa."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiying couldn't help but tighten her hand on the table, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Fei were even more joyful.
Jiang Fei raised her eyes and landed on Jiang Xiying's face: "Ah Ying, please take it easy... um... I know... he's still young, don't worry... um... ok... um... yes..."
Nodding countless times in a row, Jiang Fei's cold brows and eyes remained motionless, and soon hung up the phone.
"How is brother? What does the old man say?"
Jiang Xiying stared at Jiang Fei's cool face with bright eyes.
Put the phone back to its original place, and looked over lightly: "The old man agreed," Jiang Fei picked up the pen, "but it's only temporary."
The second half of the sentence was directly ignored by Jiang Xiying: "yes! As long as the old man agrees, I don't care about time."
It will be a few days to be happy, and it will not be too late for him to think of other ways.
"So," turning the page, Jiang Fei quickly scanned the densely packed words on it, and then wrote, "You can get out now."
This man has been making a fuss in his office all morning.
As soon as you come, you sit there quietly and well-behaved, without saying anything, just staring at you coming and going, and begging once in a while.
It's really annoying.
"Okay brother, the little one just disappeared."
Standing up abruptly, and saluting decently, Jiang Xiying turned around and prepared to leave.
And carefully closed the door for Jiang Fei.
But in the next second, another head poked out from the door, with a strong desire for knowledge written on it:
"By the way, bro, how did you and Gong Jiuan meet?"
arrange ~
(end of this chapter)