Chapter 120 Miss Jiao from the Republic of China: The evil second brother (10)

Jiaoyang, on the other hand, obviously had no intention of relieving herself. In other words, she might not even notice or even care whether Sheng Zheng was in a good or bad mood.

She looked calmly out of the car window.

In the end, Sheng Zheng couldn't bear it anymore and sighed helplessly. Jiang Nian expressed his interest in her very strongly. This little girl was always smart and would not miss it.

He didn't know what kind of attitude Jiaoyang had towards Jiang Nian now, or maybe the reason why she didn't speak during the whole journey was because she was thinking about Jiang Nian.

Although they had only met once, there were countless women who, after just one glance at him, fell deeply in love with Jiang Nian and could not help themselves and said, "I will not marry you unless I am the king."

"Jiaoyang," Sheng Zheng looked at her with cautious eyes, not missing even the slightest change in the expression on her face, "What do you think of that Jiang Nian?"

"Jiang Nian?" She blinked, "Isn't he your good friend? Do you want to introduce him to me?"

"No, it's not."

Sheng Zheng quickly denied it. He uncontrollably looked towards Jiaoyang's face again, and then sighed, "Stay away from him, he's not a good person."

Then are you a good person? Sheng Zheng, knowing that you are not a good person, shouldn't you stay away from your sister? What if you lead her astray?

The smile on Jiaoyang's lips deepened, "What about Mr. Zheng?"

She looked at Sheng Zheng with pure eyes and tilted her head: "Is Master Zheng a good person?"

Sheng Zheng paused, was silent for a while, and then smiled: "Brother may not be a good person, but he will never do anything to hurt my sister. Because you are the person I have to protect in this life, even if I risk my life.

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You said it.

Her eyes were bright and her face was as bright and dazzling as the sun: "Okay."

The climate in the south is warm and humid. Even though it is the twelfth lunar month, the man is wearing an exquisite long gown and mandarin embroidered with waxy snow and red plum blossoms, and a fox fur is placed aside.

There were several stoves in the room, making it very warm. The four treasures of the study were placed on the desk, and a picture of rivers and ambitions hung in the middle of the wall, with rich ink and light colors.

He held a cigarette stick in his left hand, and held an inscription with a brush dyed with ink in his right hand. His appearance was handsome, typical of Jiangnan handsome men. His eyes seemed to be rendered with thick ink, and his words were just like his person.

Cheng Jiuye was born as a warlord, but no one knew his name but his surname. He liked to write and write, and secretly plotted and plotted. He was one of the most powerful people in the area. He was vicious and ruthless, but he always claimed to the outside world that he was just a man of letters.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open forcefully. The person who came was Cheng Jiuye's nephew and now his adopted son, Cheng Jue.

"You sent Jiaoyang to the Sheng family, right? Why didn't you tell me?"

The boy slapped his hand on the case angrily, and the ink splashed countless black spots on the rice paper.

Cheng Jiuye glanced at him with a very indifferent expression, "You are such a big man, but you are still so irritable. How unbecoming is it to talk to your father in this tone?"

"answer me."

There was a hint of viciousness in Cheng Jue's eyes, perfectly inherited from his adoptive father, "Why did you send her there without my consent?"

"It's her duty."

Cheng Jiuye looked at him indifferently, "If she didn't have such use value, I wouldn't have saved her in the first place, and she would have no need to continue living."
Chapter completed!