Yan Mojiu ignored Nie Ziyang.

He lowered his eyes to look at Meng Mingxuan in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Why do you feel that Brother Jiu let Yin Ting join the company with a plan?"

"If there was no plan, why did Brother Jiu arrange for him to join the company?" Meng Mingxuan looked at him in confusion.

How good is his relationship with Yin Ting?

Everyone in Lincheng knew that Jiu Ye hated Yin Ting. Once, he almost beat Yin Ting in the university town.

Yan Mojiu looked at her confused eyes quietly for a while, and suddenly he wanted to laugh.

He rubbed her head and held her in his arms.

Then, he rested his chin on her shoulder and laughed softly.

Meng Mingxuan: “…”

She still understands Brother Jiu's point.

I understand why he is suddenly angry, and I also understand why he is suddenly happy.

While Yan Mojiu was holding Meng Mingxuan and laughing happily, Nie Ziyang cleaned up the table.

Then he looked at his ninth brother, who looked like a completely different person, and began to daydream.

It would be nice if Ninth Brother could be so gentle in front of him.

He dared not imagine how happy he would be.

Meng Mingxuan was very patient with Yan Mojiu now. She waited until Yan Mojiu smiled and let her go before she said to him apologetically, "Brother Jiu, you have to take the blame again this time."

Yan Mojiu understood what she meant - outsiders would say that he, as a brother, was breaking up the couple.

"It doesn't matter."

As long as she threatened to die and insisted on marrying Yin Ting, he would take any blame.

"But let go, Brother Jiu. This is the last time you will take the blame." Meng Mingxuan assured Yan Mojiu, "After Yin Ting leaves the hospital, I will find a chance to break up with him as soon as possible and cancel the engagement."

Yan Mojiu pursed his lips and smiled softly, his usually cold eyes slightly curved: "Okay."

He waited.

On the side, Nie Ziyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Later he would tell Tang Jun and Feng Yilin that the little princess had really come to her senses.

"I thought Sister Mingxuan would say that she wanted to continue acting with Yin Ting so that she could help Brother Jiu catch the person behind Yin Ting." He joked.

This was also a possibility that Feng Yilin analyzed last night.

Meng Mingxuan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I did have this thought...hiss!"

Her waist!

Yan Mojiu was in control for a moment.

But when Meng Mingxuan gasped in pain, he came to his senses and immediately loosened the strength of his hand that was pinching her slender waist.

Instead, it was gently kneading, which was like some kind of intimate comfort.

Meng Mingxuan didn't realize that this intimacy had already crossed the line.

She just wanted to explain it quickly: "I know that Brother Jiu has always liked me and Yin Ting, so I gave up the idea."

She will do things that make Ninth Brother happy again.

Yan Mojiu's eyes moved slightly.

It turned out that she gave up the idea of ​​acting with Yin Ting because of his feelings.

"Besides, Brother Nine will surely find out the truth quickly. There's no need for me to compromise." Meng Mingxuan looked at the man in front of her with trust, her smile bright and beautiful.

She used the four words "compromise" to completely please Yan Mojiu.

His gaze lingered on her full, rosy red lips for a moment, and his eyes, which had been cold for a while, suddenly became hot.

"My little rose really doesn't need to compromise."

Hearing the unfamiliar name of Little Rose, Meng Mingxuan's eyebrows curved even more and her eyes became brighter.

Since she was little, he had told her that she should be a bright rose with thorns and should never put herself in a difficult position.

In her previous life, all the thorns on her body stabbed him.

In this life, she would never raise a thorn in front of him again.

Absolutely.

…

Nie Ziyang got the answer about Yin Ting's incident and was satisfied with his meal.

He returned to the car, concisely edited everything he had just sent into a text message, sent it to the group to inform Tang Jun and Feng Yilin, and then rushed to the hospital again.

Tang Jun and Feng Yilin were already waiting at the hospital entrance.

Seeing Nie Ziyang's car, the man immediately reached out to stop it, then opened the door and got in.

"Are those things you posted in the group true?" Tang Jun asked as soon as he closed the car door.

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears." Nie Ziyang nodded happily, "That's good, Brother Nine finally waited for the little princess to come back."

Look back?

Maybe not.

Feng Yilin sighed silently in his heart.

Then, he said in a deep voice, "Biao, I know this girl Yu Tiantian."

"Is this true?" Nie Ziyang sat up straight, "How do you know Yin Ting's childhood sweetheart?"

Feng Yilin smiled coldly: "Although Yu Tiantian is indeed from Lincheng, she is the illegitimate daughter of Master Song and has been raised in the Song family since she was a child. How could she go to the town where Yin Ting grew up and become Yin Ting's childhood sweetheart?"

Nie Ziyang: “…”

놊, 놊, right?

The little princess lied to Brother Nine again?

After a long while, Nie Ziyang managed a forced smile: "Is it possible...what's your name?"

He was really scared.

It’s fine that the little princess gave Ninth Brother some sweet things, but the scenes he saw today… Ninth Brother was already choking from the sweetness.

If the little princess was just lying to Ninth Brother, he really couldn't imagine how much of a blow Ninth Brother would suffer.

Feng Yilin's eyes were cold and his tone was even colder: "I will investigate it thoroughly, and I will naturally not wrongly accuse the little rose that Brother Nine holds in his hands."

However, the possibility of 땢first name땢last name is very low.

What's more, they have been investigating Yin Ting for two years and have never found any childhood sweetheart around Yin Ting.

Childhood sweethearts - they are bound to grow up together.

놊Maybe no one knows.

It is even more likely that no trace is left.

Suddenly, Tang Jun said, "I think that no matter whether Yu Tiantian and Yin Ting are childhood sweethearts, Sister Mingxuan will use Yu Tiantian to deceive Brother Jiu."

Nie Ziyang was now more excited. "What do you mean? Tell me more!"

He loves to listen! !

"It's very simple. Let's first look at how much trouble Sister Mingxuan has caused Brother Jiu in the past two years. Maybe she was blinded by Yin Ting's feelings and insisted on marrying Yin Ting, but if you say that she would help outsiders to harm Brother Jiu, I really believe it."

As he said this, Tang Jun laughed: "After all, she is the girl that our ninth brother brought up."

Over the past decade, Meng Mingxuan had only made a fuss over her ninth brother Yin Ting.

But her quarrel with Yin Ting and Ninth Brother was based on the premise that "she and Yin Ting were in a normal relationship with mutual affection."

How dare Yin Ting instigate her to hurt Brother Nine in front of her?

How dare she see Yin Ting’s ugly true face before marriage?

He thought about it after he went back last night. Meng Mingxuan was raised by his ninth brother, so she might not be the kind of girl who would betray her relatives.

She was deceived by Yin Ting and cheated on.

But she had always been fair and square with Ninth Brother, and it was absolutely impossible for her to do anything underhanded to him.

"Keep talking!" Nie Ziyang's mouth was almost stretched to his ears.

He praised Tang Jun's words with both hands and feet!

"The most important thing is that Sister Mingxuan would not use Yu Tiantian, who is easy to find, to deceive Brother Jiu. She is not that stupid." Tang Jun raised his hand and patted Feng Yilin on the shoulder. "So it is obvious that Sister Mingxuan really believes that Yu Tiantian is Yin Ting's childhood sweetheart hidden in the dark. In this case, most likely someone passed on the wrong information to her, and she deliberately used Yu Tiantian to deceive Brother Jiu."

After Tang Jun's analysis, Feng Yilin calmed down.

perhaps……

He really worried too much.