It was almost eleven o 'clock and the wind was getting stronger.

Jackson Yee held the camera and slowly walked back to the dormitory.

When he reached the dormitory, a low-key luxurious black car was parked on the side of the road.

A man in a suit who looked like an assistant stood next to the car. When Jackson Yee appeared, the assistant immediately looked over with a smile.

In a split second, Jackson Yee thought of all the possibilities.

Family?

Friend?

Teacher?

… Lover?

He instantly recalled the news on Weibo about rich men keeping female university students as their mistresses …

For some reason, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. Jackson Yee gritted his teeth and walked over.

Cheng Chia-chi!

Please don't let it be the kind of relationship I think it is!

Just as he was about to walk over, his roommate Li Yongshi called. "Qiqi.

Come back quickly!

Your brother is waiting for you downstairs! "

Jackson Yee breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Got it." Then he hung up the phone.

When she looked up, a man in a casual suit appeared in front of her. He was tall and had an indifferent vibe. His eyebrows were indeed similar to Cheng Chia-chi's.

"What are you waiting for!"

The man rubbed the girl's head and his thin lips formed a perfect arc. The ice in his eyes melted and his smile was like a spring breeze.

This must be Chia-chi's brother, Zheng Jiajun.

"The typhoon is here.

Mom and Dad are worried about you at school, so they asked me to take you home. "Zheng Jiajun used his finger to intimately scratch his sister's little nose.

But "Cheng Chia-chi", who had already changed her name, subconsciously moved back.

Zheng Jiajun paused for a second, then he smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "Let's go.

Get in the car. "

"Oh oh …" Jackson Yee, who finally reacted, rubbed his nose and followed him into the car.

Awkward.

On the way, Jackson Yee urgently called Cheng Chia-chi on WeChat to find a way to deal with her brother.

His intuition told him that Zheng Jiajun was not as easy to deal with as the other three in the dormitory.

Originally, the two of them thought that they would be able to meet in two days, so they only told each other about school matters. They didn't talk much about their families!

But Cheng Chia-chi was having a hard time with her lines in class. She couldn't even protect herself, so she didn't have time to pay attention to him.

After driving for a while, the car finally stopped in front of a majestic hillside villa.

Jackson Yee was led into the house by the butler who greeted him at the door.

After entering the house, she changed into a pair of pink and soft house slippers that looked like they were meant for young girls. Then, she put the shoes back on the shoe rack.

"Miss …" The young maid, who had planned to clean up the room, was stunned. When she was about to speak, she was stopped by Zheng Jiajun.

Zheng Jiajun looked at the back of "Cheng Chia-chi" and his eyes flashed. He waved his hand to signal the maid to leave.

Jackson Yee sat on the sofa, put his SLR bag beside him, and looked down at his phone.

He didn't show it on his face, but in fact, he was very anxious.

Zheng Jiajun looked at his "sister" who was sitting obediently, and his smile deepened.

He told the butler, "Uncle Chen, there are still some Thai mangoes left. Make a smoothie and bring it over.

Qiqi likes it the most. "

The butler, Uncle Chen, was stunned.

"Go." Zheng Jiajun urged.

"… Yes!" Uncle Chen came back to his senses and quickly responded.

Zheng Jiajun took a book from the coffee table and handed it to "Cheng Chia-chi". "Qiqi.

You asked me to buy you Kenneth Woltz's' International Political Theory '.

Quickly put it away, or you'll forget to bring it to school. "

Jackson Yee looked at the book with an English cover and was silent for two seconds. Then, he reached out and put it on his SLR bag.

"When do you plan to go to Guangxi and Yunnan to see the results of the project you funded?"

Looking at his sister, Zheng Jiajun's indifferent eyes were full of smiles. "I told you before that the foundation will build a mountain elementary school project in your name."

Jackson Yee's little guy was sweating in his heart. He mumbled, "Maybe later.

I still have to take the postgraduate entrance exam. "

Just then, the maid came over with something. Zheng Jiajun smiled and rubbed "Cheng Chia-chi"'s head. He let her go, "Okay.

I'll go with you.

Let's eat first. "

The maid put a glass of water and a small bowl of mango milk ice in front of the two of them.

Jackson Yee slowly ate with a spoon, trying his best to stall for time. At the same time, he desperately prayed to God to get rid of Zheng Jiajun. He couldn't take it anymore!!!

But what he didn't expect was that his disguise was completely destroyed the moment he walked through the door.

Zheng Jiajun wasn't in a hurry. He drank the water calmly and looked at the little girl who was eating with her head down. He was like a patient hunter in the forest.

No matter how slow he was, he would eventually finish the ice.

Seeing that the bowl was almost empty, Zheng Jiajun put the cup on the tea table and said with a smile, "Now that you're done eating, let's get down to business. For example, who are you?"

Jackson Yee was so scared that his hair stood on end. His scalp was numb. "I, I don't know what you're talking about …"

"Oh?"

Zheng Jiajun raised his eyebrows. "Then do you know that Qiqi always kicks off her shoes when she comes home? She doesn't know how to put her shoes away.

And … "

His gaze moved to the little girl's feet. "Qiqi's slippers are beige.

And you, you're wearing my mother's shoes. "

Jackson Yee suddenly felt that the shoes on his feet were a little hot, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't say a word.

"It's no use staying silent. You've exposed too many flaws."

Zheng Jiajun's face was completely devoid of the gentle and doting look he had when he was facing his sister. His eyes were cold and biting as he counted the flaws one by one.

"Qiqi personally went through the results of the project to build a primary school in the mountain area last week."

"Qiqi didn't ask me to help buy the book at all. I just casually brought this book over."

Zheng Jiajun threw the book on his SLR bag onto the table. "And this book isn't Kenneth Waltz's' International Political Theory. 'The book clearly says' Social Theory of International Politics. 'By Alexander Winter!"

His playful eyes clearly expressed the word "illiterate."

Jackson Yee, "…" When it was time to use the book, he regretted not having enough!

"Actually, these aren't important.

The bowl of smoothie you ate is the most powerful evidence. "Zheng Jiajun leaned on the sofa and calmly tore through all the pretense.

"Qiqi has a cold body. Her family never allows her to eat cold things, especially mangoes.

But you ate it. Not only that, you clearly saw the mango smoothie, but you still ate it clean.

Because you didn't expect … "

"Qiqi is allergic to mangoes."

His gaze instantly turned deep and cold. "So, who exactly are you?

Where did Qiqi go?! "

However, Jackson Yee didn't have time to answer.

He didn't know why, but after Zheng Jiajun said that Chia-chi was allergic to mangoes, he suddenly felt his face and neck begin to itch.

The itch became more and more intense, and Jackson Yee couldn't help but scratch it.