C5 Brother Weidong Is Mine Bitch!

Jiang Yao pursed her lips and prepared to walk around her, but no matter where she went, she stopped her.

"Please step aside, you are blocking my way." Jiang Yao stopped and raised her head to speak seriously to Jiang Yirou word by word.

Jiang Yao was half a head shorter than Jiang Yirou and her figure looked malnourished. Her pair of butterfly bones looked like they were about to fly up. It looked like it had a kind of beauty that made people feel pity for her.

Jiang Yirou did not care about appreciating her beauty at this moment.

"You dare to talk to me like this?" Jiang Yirou spoke word by word. Her eyes were wide open as if she had seen something unbelievable.

Jiang Yao frowned. It seemed that she was really terrified before. Huo Weidong said in the car, "It's useless." It really fit her.

Jiang Yao did not want to keep fighting with her. She took advantage of the time when she was still surprised to leave. However, her foot was badly injured. Before she could walk a few meters, Jiang Yirou grabbed her arm like an eagle catching a chicken.

Her arm hurt from the pinch, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on Jiang Yao's forehead, "Let go of me!"

"Let go of what? I won't let go! Tell me honestly what kind of soup did you give Mr Weidong? Why did he get entangled with you the moment he returned to the country?" Jiang Yirou shouted loudly. She could not care less about maintaining a virtuous and virtuous disguise in front of the servants.

Jiang Yao widened her eyes.

"Mr Weidong and I were engaged three years ago. Could it be that he did not look for me after returning to the country?" Jiang Yao laughed in anger. She felt a little wronged in her heart.

"You slut. It's all your fault for having a face that can seduce men. If it wasn't for you being able to seduce Mr Weidong, how could he not see me?" Jiang Yirou grabbed Jiang Yao and was about to fall to the ground as if she had gone mad. She did not care about her appearance as she threw herself onto Jiang Yao. Her neatly trimmed nails were like knives as they scraped towards Jiang Yao's face.

It was as if he was going to destroy her face.

Jiang Yao guessed her intention and hurriedly used all her strength to block her face. However, she could not avoid the other parts of her body. She felt pain from the impact and her bones seemed to have been broken. The snow-white evening dress on her body had several holes and she was in a sorry state.

Jiang Zhentao had seen this scene when he came out. Ever since Huo Weidong returned to the country, no matter if it was the company or family matters, everything had made him unhappy. At this time, he was provoked by his two daughters and immediately became furious.

He was playing with the toy in his hand. He threw out the good blue and white porcelain teacup, and it exploded not far away from Jiang Yao and Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yirou screamed as she got up from Jiang Yao's body and ran a few feet away. Her originally ferocious gaze immediately disappeared the moment it touched her father and was replaced by an obedient and pitiful look.

Jiang Yao also slowly got up from the ground. Her feet hurt and her body hurt everywhere. She did not have any good flesh.

Jiang Zhentao did not feel sorry for his daughter when he saw her in such a sorry state. Instead, he felt very embarrassed. He snorted heavily. He looked away unhappily. It was as if he was polluting his eyes by taking another look.

However, when he touched Jiang Yirou, his eyes unconsciously became softer.

"You two come in. What does it look like?" He pretended to be dignified and entered the house first. Jiang Yirou hurriedly ran and followed behind Jiang Zhentao. As expected of Jiang Zhentao's caring little jacket. A few words made him laugh.

Jiang Yao patted the dust on her body, but the more she patted, the worse it became.

... "Forget it. If it's not clean, then it's not clean. It's just that it's a pity to wear such good clothes on her." She laughed at herself before turning around and walking into the house.

The servants in the house were all evacuated. Jiang Zhentao, Zhuo Qianyun, and Jiang Yirou sat on a sofa clingy. When they saw her come in, their eyes immediately turned ugly.

Jiang Zhentao took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table. Zhuo Qianyun took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for him.

Jiang Yao stood alone in the hall as if she was conducting a three hall trial.

Jiang Zhentao finished a cigarette and slowly raised his head to look at his little daughter.

She came from the countryside. She was like her mother.

This was his evaluation.

"Alright, what happened in the past few days, let's explain it together." Jiang Zhentao said coldly.

Jiang Yao was stunned, "Nothing happened these few days." Except for Jiang Yirou who tricked her into drinking in the bar and then met Huo Weidong...

Hearing Jiang Yao's words, Jiang Yirou snorted first, "Who would believe you!? If you did not take the initiative to seduce him, How could Mr Weidong pay attention to you? He even invited you to the banquet. You really think too highly of yourself. "

Jiang Yirou's face darkened. Zhuo Qianyun saw that her daughter was in a bad mood and her expression immediately darkened. She reached out and pulled her daughter's hand over and placed it between her knees to comfort her.

Seducing and seducing... Ha.

Jiang Yao laughed at herself and her hand subconsciously tightened her skirt. It turned out that in their eyes, That's what she is.

That time in the bar, it was clearly Jiang Yirou who framed her. It was fine if they looked down on me, but why did father... not believe me?

"I didn't!" She raised her voice and resisted. Her throat was dry and her words sounded like a whistle. It was like a gust of wind blowing from a crack in the rock.

"You're lying! Mr Weidong was so protective of you at the banquet today. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like it was three years ago when we didn't see each other again." Jiang Yirou retorted sharply with her sharp eyes.

Jiang Yao clenched her fingers again.

What to do?

Could it be that she and Huo Weidong were already asleep?

Could it be that she was framed by Jiang Yirou that day in the bar and got drunk, waking up in Huo Weidong's bed?

No, she could not say. At least she could not sell Huo Weidong out. According to her understanding of Jiang Zhentao and Zhuo Qianyun, they would never let go of the method of using her to restrain Huo Weidong.

Jiang Yirou saw through her hesitation.

"What a stubborn duck."

Jiang Yao lowered her head and did not speak again. She only used her fingers to twist the skirt of her dress, trying to hide her panic.

"If you don't want to speak, then forget it. Nanny Liu, lock this damn girl up upstairs. When you open your mouth, you can give her food whenever you want." Zhuo Qianyun curled her lips and carefully wiped her nails that she had just made in the afternoon.

Jiang Zhentao did not say anything. It seemed that he had tacitly agreed with Zhuo Qianyun's method.

Jiang Yirou's eyes flashed with a mocking light.

Nanny Liu who was in the kitchen hurriedly ran out. She half dragged Jiang Yao upstairs and pushed her into her room. Before Jiang Yao could react, she heard a click from outside the door.

She was locked up again.

This was a common thing.

Ever since she was brought to the Jiang family from the countryside, being locked up was the most common trick. In her memory, she was locked up for half a month. In the end, even the servants of the Jiang family had forgotten about her existence. When she was released, she had already been starved to death.

Those people were afraid that she would die, so they hurriedly sent her to the hospital. It took them a full three days of injections to save her.

Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly. She supported her legs and slowly moved to the bed. She stretched out her hand and touched the bottom of the bed. Finally, she found a hidden compartment.

She pulled the hidden compartment away. Inside was a large bag of various foods. There was also a simple medical kit.

This secret compartment was accidentally released by her. After being locked up for a long time, she began to subconsciously prepare more food in case of emergencies. Fortunately, the servants of the Jiang family didn't like to clean her house. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to hide these things.

Spicy sticks, drinks, coffee, bread and compressed biscuits. There was even a small packet of exquisite tea cakes.

"Hehe, actually it's not bad." She started to laugh foolishly. Rather than being looked down upon by others, being locked in her own room was rather blissful.

She neatly took out bandages and antiinflammatory medicine to treat the wounds on her feet and the scratches on her body. She then carefully moved to the bathroom to take a bath. She then put the dress she had changed into and soaked it in the water.

The stains could be washed away, but the scratches and cuts were something she could not handle. After thinking for a while, she decided to dry her clothes. By the time she finished her work and came out, it was already past two o'clock in the evening.

Outside the window, the night light in the yard was still on. The dim yellow light shone on the glass of her room. Jiang Yao laid on the bed and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a small bedside lamp.

She tried to close her eyes, but she was still not sleepy.

She took out a sketchbook from the bedside table and could not help drawing on it with a pen.

The outline was clear, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and there were no wrinkles on the top quality suit. The pure black agate cuff links revealed the bright jade. It turned into a handsome face. His tall and straight nose. His thick, heroic eyebrows, his obsidian flat eyes, and his slightly hooked lips that were half-disgusted and half-mocking.

One stroke after another, he wrote, painted, and painted.

In less than ten minutes, the arrogant and arrogant Mr. Huo jumped onto the paper. Even his nod seemed to be full of nobility.

Jiang Yao admired her masterpiece. When she looked into the deep eyes of the person in the painting, she felt her heart sink.

"It's really beautiful." Jiang Yao sighed softly and could not help blushing.

When she woke up the next day, she found that she was sleeping with the painting. There were a few suspicious traces of liquid left on the handsome face of the man.

It was saliva.

Jiang Yao quickly wiped it with her sleeves. The traces of the dried liquid could not be removed.

How embarrassing.

If Huo Weidong knew, he would definitely think that she was holding his portrait. Jiang Yao hurriedly ran to the washroom to wash her face. Only then did the heat on her face subside.

Her phone rang twice at the head of the bed, interrupting Jiang Yao's surging thoughts.

It was Xiangyang's text message.

"Did something happen? You didn't reply to the message on WeChat."

Jiang Yao smiled. Xiangyang was her previous neighbor. At that time, her mother was still there and she was studying in a small county town. She had the best relationship with him. But ever since she was taken to A City, she had less and less contact with him.