As the year drew to a close, heavy snow fell all over Shangjing.
"Why are there so many invitations?" Meng Jingchi casually flipped through the invitations on the table.
Meng Jingyue calmly placed the brush on the inkstone and raised his eyelids. "Dad and Mom are stranded in a foreign port and can't come back. You are grown up now, and it's time for you to learn to share the worries of the family."
The young man's slender jade-like knuckles slowly picked out an invitation card with a black background and gold foil.
"Other matters are fine, but this Lu family... is hard to shirk."
Meng Jingchi understood, "You want me to go?"
"Um."
"Sure. I'll take Panshu with me."
Meng Jingchi nonchalantly played with the gold-stamped invitation, his eyes sharp and with a hint of amusement.
Hearing this, the young man glanced at him indifferently.
His cold and pale face was filled with a hint of melancholy. He suppressed the bloody taste in his throat and slowly pointed his fingertips at the small pistol hidden at his waist.
The narrow and drooping fox eyes became increasingly murderous.
Meng Jingchi glanced at him lazily, "Big brother is such a boring person. If I had stayed with you like her, I would have been tired of it a long time ago. It's a pity that big brother is always so selfish."
"What are you talking about?"
The girl pushed open the door and looked at Meng Jingyue with confusion, whose face was solemn and ugly.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" She hurried forward and gently patted the young man's chest to help him breathe. "Meng Jingyue, are you feeling uncomfortable looking at me?"
The young man's upturned eyes were bright red.
He pursed his lips, lowered his scarlet eyes, and said in a voice that was extremely sad, "Are you tired of being with me?"
"Depend on!"
Meng Jingchi cursed softly!
This damn green tea!
Pan Shu didn't understand why, but under the gaze of Meng Jingyue's slightly red and moist eyes, her heart softened for a moment, "No, who said that?"
The young man hesitated for a moment.
He stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at Meng Jingchi.
His fingers were long and snow-white, like strong bamboo joints covered with snow, beautiful and elegant.
Even though Panshu is not a hand control person, she still finds it very pleasing to the eye.
Meng Jingyue's hands are truly beautiful, as if they were carved from jade.
The next moment, she looked at Meng Jingchi with a half-smile, "When did it become your turn as an outsider to point fingers at me and your brother? Are you a worm in my stomach? How do you know I'm fed up? Compared to your brother, it's obviously you who is more annoying."
The boy was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his eyes in feigning indifference.
It doesn't matter.
She doesn't remember anything.
She is the most duplicitous.
She obviously likes him so much.
But the next second, Meng Jingchi, who heard the girl's voice, was covered in cold wind, and his face was pale and gloomy.
[Ah...Meng Jingchi is so annoying. Not only does he bully me, he even bullies his own brother...Jingyue's health is not good to begin with. Is he doing this on purpose? I'm starting to dislike him.]
Meng Jingchi stared blankly at Ban Shu, who was looking at the young man with a worried look on her face.
He blinked, "...I didn't bully him."
"I didn't bully him, Panshu, did you hear me?"
His voice suddenly rose.
"You shouldn't tell me, you should tell your elder brother." Pan Shu's eyes never fell on the young man. "Your elder brother is in poor health. Can you please stop being so willful?"
oh.
He is willful.
Because his elder brother is in poor health, he has to give in to him.
OK--
He can give anything to his elder brother.
so.
Can you give Banshu to him?
The boy had a pair of upturned and bright peach blossom eyes, his dark pupils were strangely dim, and his thick eyelashes cast a long, narrow arc-shaped shadow on his lower eyelid. He responded slowly.
A murderous aura mixed with coldness passed through the bright and clear eyes.
"I was ignorant, I know I was wrong." At this moment, he drooped his eyelashes lazily, and his thick eyelashes trembled obediently, "Don't blame me..."
Don't hit someone who smiles at you.
Especially when such a handsome boy smiles and holds your hand, shaking it coquettishly.
Realizing something, the girl was startled for a moment.
She shook off his hand as if she had been electrocuted, and a blush slowly spread across her fair face.
The smile in Meng Jingchi's eyes became more intense.
Hey.
It's not that I don't feel anything.
Isn’t it?
Meng Jingyue slowly curled his knuckles, and his finger bones turned a cold white.
He raised his eyelids and looked at the two men with his dark pupils for a long while before lazily lowering his head again, with his knuckles against the revolver of his pistol.
With a "click".
"Meng Jingyue!"
The girl opened her eyes wide in horror, her voice becoming shrill with disbelief. She tried to snatch the gun from his hand, but the young man dodged slightly and tilted his head.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Meng Jingyue's throat.
It seemed as if the gun would be fired in the next second.
He chuckled, "The bullet won't hit you, why are you so nervous? Or... are you worried about him, huh?"
The air around became extremely quiet.
Meng Jingchi restrained his smile a little.
He looked at Panshu with the same seriousness, as if he was eager for her answer.
"Are you crazy?" The girl's eyes were red. "He is your brother!"
"Brother?" Meng Jingyue chewed on the word carelessly, chuckled, and said in a long and meaningful tone, "Yes."
Coveting his brother's wife.
He vainly attempted to kill his brother and take his place.
He really is Meng Jingyue’s...good younger brother.
"Bang."
The young man curled up the corners of his lips, moved his thin lips, and silently made a "bang" sound.
He gently squeezed the trigger.
Pan Shu's heart stopped.
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