"Please." Jiang Miao didn't forget to mention a few words while rolling his eyes. "Before speaking, can you pass by your mind? Whose mother's surname is Lan?"

Jiang Yichao's voice stopped immediately, and he was stunned.

"You mean..." His face gradually became deeper, "Lan Cuihua is not a mother."

Jiang Miao was about to collapse: "Of course!!"

Besides? If this continues, she will begin to wonder if Jiang Yichao's birth certificate has someone else's name written on it, otherwise there is no way to explain why the Creator is so kind that he also gave him the IQ that matched him when giving him an incompatible appearance.

Jiang Yichao's brows frowned: "That means..."

He picked up the photo pressed at the bottom of the information, looked carefully several times, and finally came to a decisive conclusion: "Jiang Yan was not born by our mother."

The young couple in the photo was holding the child, and he had no impression of both of them.

"..." Jiang Miao's expression gradually became empty: "Stop talking."

Jiang Yichao browed tightly: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Miao: "What did you say nonsense? "

Jiang Yichao: "?"

The sound of footsteps coming upstairs came from afar. The two of them looked at each other and quickly stuffed the things back to their original place and sorted them out. Jiang Miao pushed Jiang Yichao out of the room.

But unexpectedly, it was not Jiang's father who came up, but Jiang Peiliang.

Jiang Peiliang glanced around the two of them with a cold gaze, as if confirming something, and then asked, "Have you found it?"

Jiang Miao and Jiang Yichao looked at each other and replied in unison: "Not found."

"Is that right?" Jiang Peiliang paused, his tone was plain: "Maybe I remembered the wrong position."

"No, it's okay..."

Jiang Miao ran downstairs quickly.

Jiang Yichao was pulled by her, with a serious expression. The two of them found a small room and went in, closing the door to the airtight.

"Obviously," said Jiang Yichao, "Now no one else knows except us."

"We have only four children in total." Jiang Miaosi said, "Jiang Yan must not know. Look at his father calling him Kehuan all day long, brother... he probably doesn't know either."

Jiang Yichao had quite objections to this: "How do you know that brother doesn't know?"

"Nonsense." Jiang Miao rolled his eyes: "Do you think there is no blood relationship? Do you have a high degree of tolerance for what kind of pen? If you weren't his brother, you would have been eating steamed buns outside with tears."

Jiang Yichao: "No need to say it too much?"

"I didn't even say you..." Jiang Miao looked at his dark second brother, and his face suddenly became suspicious, "How do I remember that you were not like this character at the beginning? Aren't you the taciturn person?"

Jiang Yichao was very angry at the doubts in her expression. "What are you doubting?! I'm just slowing down! I just slowing down!"

"And you don't look like your parents," Jiang Miao said with a plain expression: "I'll go up and look for it, maybe I can find a second one, Zhang Lancuihua."

Jiang Yichao burst into tears helplessly: "Don't do this--"

After teasing Jiang Yichao, Jiang Miao digested this fact himself.

...The third brother she finally accepted, is not brother now, but to be honest, this matter seems very big, but it doesn't seem to have any impact.

Anyway, my parents have been hiding this matter for so long, so they must treat Jiang Yan as their biological son. There is no need to tell Jiang Yan about this fact, and it is useless except to stimulate him.

When Jiang Yan came out of the restaurant after dinner, he saw the two people sitting in the living room staring at him with bright eyes, and he was suddenly confused: "What's wrong, Miaomiao?"

Jiang Miao quickly wiped out his awkwardness, "Nothing."

She secretly looked at Jiang Yichao and found that the second brother had performed extraordinary abilities this time, and did not reveal any strangeness at all. He was just looking at the newspaper very focusedly, silently like he used to--

But it is abnormal enough for sweet potato to read newspapers!!

Jiang Yan didn't feel the undercurrents between the two of them at all, but just sat on the sofa to dissolve food. At this time, Jiang Peiliang fell down.

"Brother," Jiang Yan widowed his head, "What are you going upstairs to do?"

Jiang Peiliang still looked dull and unmoved, but he touched his slightly long hair again and said heavily: "When will I go to cut my hair?"

"...Tomorrow?" Jiang Yan retreated for a moment, avoiding his hand, a little uncertain, "It's just right to attend the final ceremony, and we need to sort it out."

I just don't know what the elder brother kept asking him what it means.

Seeing that he didn't notice anything unusual, Jiang Miao breathed out, and looked at Jiang Yichao with "ok" eyes, and relaxed and casually talked about the topic on the sofa, "Jiang Yan, your hair is a bit naturally curly."

"Yes." Jiang Yan smiled and touched his round head, "It's really strange, neither parents have any." Jiang Miao: "!!!"

Jiang Yichao: "!!!"

2. The sensitive nerves that people have not yet relaxed are at the extreme at this moment, and they stared at each other. At such a critical moment, Jiang Yichao put down the newspaper, stood up with a glorious human nature, and talked happily: "Don't say that about yourself. There are various aspects in life. Whether you are poor or rich, healthy or disabled, you have the value of your existence. Look, I don't look like my parents, but I have never doubted that I am not a part of this family! Jiang Yan, don't belittle yourself, are you right?"

Jiang Yan: "?"

He swallowed and said, "You're right."

Jiang Yichao retired with great success and smiled indifferently: "That's good."

Jiang Yan: "So can you get off the sofa now?"

The grass, I don’t know how heavy Jiang Yichao is, and I almost stepped out of a basin when I stood on the sofa. I was slowly sliding towards him at a speed of five centimeters. He really didn’t want to have any unnecessary intimate contact with Jiang Yichao’s legs.

Jiang Yichao: "..."

He got off the sofa in disappointment. When he came down, Yu Guang glanced at his elder brother and seemed to be laughing. Then, he looked over and there was nothing left.

It's so strange, he thought.

The next day.

"Boss," Bele ran over as if he was oiled, feeling aggrieved: "Why didn't you take me there?"

Since he learned that Jiang Yan had only brought Liang Xishi alone on a business trip, he almost withered.

Jiang Yan analyzed very rationally: "The main reason is that Liang Xishi is easier to fool."

"Impossible." Beller said firmly: "It must be that I am better fooling around."

Liang Xishi: "...Is there any point in fighting for this?"

The group brought Qin Yu back. Tomorrow night is the annual meeting. The breath of New Year has quietly arrived. The artists still in the company are gathering around and staring at Qin Yu with a curious look.

Qin Yan hadn't seen so many people? The beautiful people were suddenly stupid.

"Okay, don't scare him." Jiang Yan pulled apart a few pokemons that were stuck together and instructed: "He will be the pillar of our company in the future, and you have to take good care of it."

"Yes." Xiao Xuan welcomed him very enthusiastically, "Boss, please be busy with yours. Let's just take him to familiarize himself with the company."

Jiang Yan was very at ease with their character. After a few words, he went to the office to listen to the report.

Qin Yan stood there with dark eyes: "What does the pillar mean?" "That's it." Xiao Xu'an said, "Our company is also known as Jingmiao Blade. There are various pillars in the company, which mark various attributes and have different skills, and can serve the company."

Qin Yu seemed to understand: "I am a pillar?"

Bele hurried to the office with two bowls of coffee with a color of death.

"Yes." Xiao Xu'an pointed at Bele and said, "This is the food pillar."

Liang Xishi's voices came from a distance: "I told you not to do this, let me see if I'm too late to work now, have I told you that you just don't listen to me. You must do your best now according to my arrangements..."

Xiao Xuan pointed to Liang Xishi's back and said, "This is Mozhu."

"Our company collectively calls their positions as the guardians of the left and right. You must respect them well, because there are not many people below them."

Qin Yan had a subtle emotion of "I understand" on his face and held Xiao Xu'an's hand: "You are so nice."

When Jiang Yan was arranged to return from work, he saw Qin Yu squatting in the corner of the living room, his chest undulating, exhaling and inhaling, closing his eyes tightly, and showing a very serious expression.

"Qin Yan," Jiang Yan walked over inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"I'm practicing breathing on the platform." Qin Yan said: "They said this will be very helpful to my body."

Jiang Yan: "?"

What's going on? The child was fooled and lame after going out??

"The media will shoot tomorrow's finishing ceremony." Liang Xishi followed behind and said hurriedly: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, you shouldn't need to arrange your clothes, right?"

Although he had never seen Xiao Jiang wear formal suits several times, all of which were casual suits, there must be no problem for wealthy families.

"No." Jiang Yan touched the ends of his hair, a little depressed: "I'll just cut my hair a little."

It's only been a few days, why does it feel longer?

It was almost hanging to the corner of his eyes.

After get off work, Jiang Yan was very frugal with Dianping to find a tony who looked good. After politely rejecting Tony's recommendation for card application, hair dyeing, massage and perming, he only spent 35 yuan to shave his head round and look much refreshing.

He put on his coat and sat back into Uncle Li's car, and inexplicably began to get awkward again.

The others were fine, but he was mainly afraid that he would have to spend a long time with Jiang Peiliang when he got home.

He knew his concentration and could be said to be falling as soon as he blew. If his elder brother started to sneak a trap for him again, he would definitely have fallen into a 20-meter run-up, and he would have gone crazy without thinking.

Jiang Yan tilted his head and leaned his head against the edge of the seat a little tired, emptied.

Sometimes he really doesn't understand what Jiang Peiliang is thinking.
To be continued...