Chapter 622: Compensating like with like?

The little flame was so anxious that it jumped out directly from Su Nanzhi's consciousness, bringing out a circle of burning fire, and then jumped on Su Nanzhi's body.

The fire didn't burn anything, but looking at how fierce it was, you could tell how uncomfortable Su Nanzhi was feeling.

Although the little flame has the IQ of a child, it knows that when encountering problems, it should seek help from adults.

Its owner is dying.

The little flame cried and sparks flew everywhere.

Suddenly, it saw the Buddhist beads on Su Nanzhi's neck, and it jumped over with its chubby body as if it had suddenly found a savior.

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Jiang Beiyu worked for He Jingchuan for free for a whole morning and returned to the Jiang family in the afternoon.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Jiang Beici sitting on the sofa playing games.

Jiang Beiyu: “?”

He happened to be holding his phone, so he clicked it and took a look.

Wednesday.

"What are you doing at home? Not attending classes?"

Jiang Beici had a question mark hanging over his head that was even bigger than his own: "Brother, didn't you see my hand was injured? It's in a cast!!"

Jiang Beiyu twitched his lips when he heard this: "I thought you were cosplaying. Even with a cast on, you're still so strong-willed and able to play games with both hands."

Jiang Beici: "..."

Young Master Jiang skipped classes last night to play basketball with others, but he started off badly. Not long after the game started, he was tripped and fell heavily to the ground. He didn't hit his handsome face, but broke his left hand.

Later, he was substituted and taken to the hospital for treatment. He continued to play the rest of the game, but as expected, he lost.

The school also knew that Jiang Beici had skipped evening self-study. The school knew about it, which meant that his dear father, Jiang Jinshen, also knew about it.

Danger!

Jiang Beici was wearing a thick plaster cast and was brought back from the hospital by Director Jiang, who had skipped a shareholders' meeting. Because of his injury, he still owed his parents a mixed doubles beating, but he couldn't escape the 3,000-word self-criticism from the school.

His father told him to read the draft of the self-criticism to him first.

It is conceivable how miserable Young Master Jiang is now.

The pain was too great, and Director Jiang happened to be rushing to work in the morning, so Jiang Beici decided to do something that would please his body and mind.

He held up his phone and said shamelessly: "Little rubbish, even if daddy breaks his arm, he can still torture you to death!"

Indeed, but this was said just a second before his brother walked in.

Some people used to be kings, but later, their brother went home.

Jiang Beiyu: "Did you win the game?"

Jiang Beici: "I won, but who am I? How could your brother lose?"

Jiang Beiyu nodded, then randomly called a servant: "Please come and take away the Second Young Master's phone, don't tire him out."

Jiang Beici: “!!!”

"Brother, brother, are you really my biological brother?!" Young Master Jiang complained, covering his heart.

Aunt Huang, who had been busy in the kitchen all morning, came over with something steaming hot. "Second Young Master, come here quickly. Madam specifically told me to make you stewed pig's trotters with soybeans. It's good for your health. Eat it while it's hot."

Aunt Huang looked up and found Jiang Beiyu. "The eldest young master is back. Do you want to come and have some food? I stewed it for a long time. It's delicious."

Jiang Beiyu came back after having dinner. He Jingchuan asked him to come and work for free, so it wouldn't be that he didn't even provide meals.

He tugged at his collar slowly and said, "No, Aunt Huang, leave it to Xiao Ci. Remember to supervise him and let him eat more."

Jiang Beici: “?”

(End of this chapter)