Chapter 2： (2/2)

Zhong Xiyou's heart suddenly hurt. The second sister has been working hard to integrate into this family, and even tried her best to talk to him, wanting to get a little care from their family. But this time, the second sister was pushed to the ground by herself, really disappointed? Is it really discouraged? Otherwise, why would there be such a strange look?

Zhong Youyou sat up, his right hand was a little weak, and a little blood leaked from his arm.

Seeing this, Zhong Xiyou couldn't care about the sadness, and quickly leaned over to help her sit up. But before she touched the second sister, she was stopped by her quietly waving her hand. Zhong Xiyou's fingers stiffened and stopped in mid-air, the smile that finally squeezed out from the corner of his mouth became a bit bitter.

But even so, he didn't blame Zhong Youyou, he was just sad and guilty.

”Second sister, are you hungry, eat a little bit to fill your stomach?” He handed the porridge over, scooped it up with a spoon, and breathed a little.

Zhong Youyou hasn't guessed why the cheap brother had such a change, facing the porridge he passed to his lips, he turned his head. She is an orphan, and she is not used to being in close contact with others, let alone being fed porridge, which is too awkward. What's more, she doesn't like Zhong Xiyou.

At this time, Zhong Xiyou froze completely, his whole body was like a slate.

He looked at the second sister's silent profile. The face was tossed by the second sister herself, she put on make-up, like a palette, and her hair was hot and curly. Zhong Xiyou has always disliked such girls, so seeing the second sister like this is even more disgusting. But after rebirth, he realized that the second sister was not like this. She clearly wanted to be clean, and she clearly envied Meng Shixuan's being like that, but no one in Zhong's family cared about her, and she would go the wrong way.

In the final analysis, it was the Zhong family's fault. He is also at fault.

Zhong Xiyou held the spoon in the air for several seconds, but she still pressed her lips, with a trace of alienation and resistance. Zhong Xiyou finally couldn't restrain his wry smile and heartache, and put his hand back. He knew that if he had been here, the second sister would probably not eat anything.

”Then I'll go out first, and I have to go to school today.” Zhong Xiyou opened the door and said softly, turning around, trying to smile at Zhong Youyou: ”Second sister, remember to eat more and I will see you after school. Mom and Dad. I went abroad to deal with things, and I will be back tomorrow.”

He found that he had never smiled at Zhong Youyou in his previous life, so much so that he was so stiff now.

The second sister raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then lay down again, still no response.

Zhong Xiyou held back the soreness in her heart, rubbed her eyes, closed the door, thinking about coming back early after school today-he is a sophomore in high school, and usually waits for Meng Shixuan, who is in high school, to be picked up by the driver after school, but Today, he decided not to wait for Meng Shixuan, so as not to waste half an hour alone with his second sister.

He turned around and met Meng Shixuan who was coming out of the room with his schoolbag on his back.

As usual, Meng Shixuan had a faint smile on her face. Under the uniform of her school uniform was a gray knitted dress, which outlines a beautiful figure. The skin is white and pure, like an elegant swan, exuding a faint light. Gentle but haughty breath.

Just like a little princess, in fact, Meng Shixuan is indeed the princess of the Zhong family who has been spoiled since childhood.

Zhong Xiyou has always had a good relationship with this sister, even when he unilaterally spoils her, she is beautiful and excellent. He always believed that girls should be like Shixuan's sister, so that he never looked down upon the second sister who was like a beggar when she first came home.

But at this time, he looked at Meng Shixuan, but felt a little dazzling.

It was clear that everything she got was only when the dove occupied the magpie's nest. Those nice clothes and nice earrings should have belonged to the second sister. She got so many, but in the last car accident, she ran away timidly.

If the second sister grew up in Zhong's family and had not suffered those crimes, would she be more moving than Meng Shixuan?

Thinking of this, Zhong Xiyou had an unspeakable response in his heart.

Meng Shixuan didn't know it at all. She was surprised: ”What's wrong, Xiyou, your face is a bit wrong, how come out of Yoyo's room?”

She thought Zhong Xiyou hated Zhong Youyou, because she didn't want to go in and take a look at Zhong Youyou.

”It's nothing.” Zhong Xiyou's always doting look was a bit indifferent at this time, passing by her, striding out of the villa without waiting for her.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't forgive Meng Shixuan.

When Zhong Youyou was burned beyond recognition by the explosive fire, perhaps because of the same blood, he could almost feel the burning pain almost exactly, so that he lay in the hospital for a whole month. He just couldn't take it anymore. How much pain should Zhong Youyou, who had been burnt to ashes by the fire, hurt?

At that time, what was Meng Shixuan doing, inheriting how many billions of property, and continuing to be her lucky princess?

Meng Shixuan frowned, but didn't really think about it, but her complexion was a bit unpleasant. When she passed Zhong Youyou's room, she glanced at her room, and there was a complex expression in her eyes.