"Besides, everyone can see that Chen Xi is just using a trick. I have seen this trick since I was a child, and I have long been insensitive." Jian Yi said calmly, "I don't mind others resorting to any means to achieve their goals, at least don't
Use this trick in front of me."
His tone was casual and indifferent, "I have long said that for a person who has no feelings, it is the same no matter who he marries. I am a businessman and also the father of Yiyi. I will give you a chance if it is reasonable and reasonable.
Also give me a chance. Besides, I have said that I will let your brother successfully get a kidney transplant. Back then, you could give up on me for your brother’s medical expenses. But now, can’t you do the same for your brother’s life?
Am I getting married?"
Su Yinuo picked up the tea cup and threw it at Jian Yi's head, "You bastard!"
Jian Yan closed his eyes, as if he could see the trajectory of the teacup. He tilted his head slightly, and the teacup came into close contact with the wall. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid the fragments. Jian Yan's face was scratched by the fragments, and blood oozed out.
Su Yinuo's pupils shrank, she thought he could escape...
Jian Yan's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his fingers to touch the wound. There were faint blood stains on his fingers.
As soon as he raised his head and looked at her, Su Yinuo thought he would be angry and became a little nervous. Unexpectedly, Jian Yi smiled lightly and said, "This is a good deal? Trade your happiness for your brother's life."
Su Yinuo looked at him coldly, this was no longer the simplicity she knew.
Standing up from the chair, Su Yinuo said to him, "I will not give you this opportunity. I will save my brother's life myself! You will be alone until death in this life!"
Su Yinuo said this very seriously, and Jian Yi sneered as Su Yinuo left his apartment.
The room was quiet, and Jian Yi lay on the sofa, curling up into a ball.
"Don't admit defeat, don't give up, this is what suits you...Su Yinuo."
Jian Jian closed the wound on his face again, and there was a pinprick-like pain there, but it was never as thorough as his heartache.