My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Don't think she doesn't know, Cheng Su'er approached her brother with a purpose from the very beginning.

She had reminded her younger brother more than once, but it was a pity that his younger brother had already fallen into deep depression and could not listen to what she said.

Later, Cheng Su'er turned her face, she was not surprised, but felt relieved.

"Cheng Su'er, your cheeks are really not thick, but you're right. If you're not thick-skinned, why would you send men to your door again and again?"

What Liang Yingyue said was not polite at all, showing how much she hated Cheng Suer in her heart.

"Liang Yingyue, don't blame me for being rude to you if you don't say anything to me again!" Although Cheng Su'er was a concubine, she was still the daughter of the city lord.

Even if someone looked down on her status as a prostitute, they would only talk about it behind her back, and it was the first time in her life that she was exposed so mercilessly.

"sister."

Liang Yingjun, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up.

"Sister, this is a matter between me and Miss Cheng. Let us solve it ourselves."

"younger brother?"

Liang Yingyue suddenly looked back at her younger brother, with disbelief and hatred in her expression.

Liang Yingjun forced a smile, "Sister, don't worry, I know what to do."

In the past three years, he has experienced a lot, betrayed, bullied and even forced into a corner.

After so many things, if he is still awake, then he really deserves to be a fool for the rest of his life.

Liang Yingyue frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a disappointed sigh.

However, Cheng Su'er showed a faint smile again in a good mood, and her tone was soft again.

"Ajun, please believe me, I never thought of hurting you. I'm sorry for what happened back then."

Liang Yingyue reflexively wanted to sarcastically go back, but was stopped by Liang Yingjun.

After stopping his sister, Liang Yingjun finally looked directly at Cheng Su'er with extremely complicated eyes.

"Whether you mean it or not, since the matter has passed, let her pass.

As for me and you, it's best not to have any more interactions. After all, you are now the future young grandmother of the Lu family, and it's bad for your reputation to spread out. "

Liang Yingjun's voice was obviously hoarse, coupled with the bitterness at the corner of his mouth, giving a feeling of sadness.

Cheng Su'er didn't seem to have thought that Liang Yingjun would say that, and his brows could not help frowning slightly.

But soon, he stretched out again, "Ajun, are you worried about me?

In fact, the Qing people are self-cleaning, as long as we keep a good distance, we can still be good friends. "

"No, I'm not worried about you."

The moment Cheng Su'er's voice fell, Liang Yingjun immediately denied it, with a firm tone, "I don't want to be a fool anymore, and I don't want to have any interaction with you anymore."

Thinking of the good feelings he had with Cheng Su'er, the medicinal pills he gave her before the last layer of film was almost pierced, Liang Yingjun couldn't help laughing at himself.

He didn't think much about it at that time, but in the past three years, in his dreams, Cheng Su'er often appeared in his dreams to find various excuses and get the medicine pill from him.

No, it wasn't exactly a dream, because the pictures in those dreams all really happened.

"Brother, you are finally enlightened."

After Liang Yingyue was surprised, she was happy, "If you don't understand, I will doubt whether your brain was kicked by a donkey, otherwise why are you so stubborn?"