"Don't look at it." Ji Changmu refused without thinking. What good things can Bai Jiaojiao have?

"Look, it doesn't cost money." Yan Jia put away his previous unhappiness and suddenly became happy, "Your little girl does have good taste. Last time Bai Jiaojiao saw her with a boy in his early twenties.

One piece, that boy looks no worse than you, Lao Ji. He is tall and handsome. He looks like a rich second generation. Lao Ji, don’t you really want to take a look? You will regret it if you don’t! It’s an intimate photo

."

I don't know which words stimulated Ji Changmu. He glanced at Yan Jia coldly: "Bring it here."

"Old Ji, you have to promise not to hit me after reading it...because the photo is too intimate, but I can't bear to hide it from you. Tell me, if you were deceived by a little girl, I would be very distressed."

"Stop talking nonsense and bring it over."

"Forget it, let's not show it to you. I'm really afraid of irritating you. You have just recovered from a serious illness. Anyway, I tell you, don't trust her too much, and don't be too good to her. She might be hanging on you while

, while making love to other boys. Lao Ji, to put it bluntly, your age does not have an advantage."

"Yan Jia!"

"Don't hit me..." Yan Jia smiled mischievously, "You have to admit the truth..."

"I asked you to give me the photo."

"You have to promise not to hit me... In the photo, your little girl is making love to another boy, holding hands and feeding each other. Lao Ji, do you really want to see it?"

Ji Changmu's eyes were scarlet, and he stretched out his hand to Yan Jia: "Photo."

Yan Jia opened his phone and pulled out some photos that Bai Jiaojiao gave him: "We are brothers who talk about everything, but I have also considered for a long time whether to show it to you. I used to think that you didn't care about this little girl.

I thought about it and let it go, I won’t show it to you. But now I think you... ugh!"

Before Yan Jia finished speaking, Ji Changmu snatched the phone away.

A few photos.

Ji Changmu recognized the shooting background at a glance. It was Venice in winter.

The little girl has a bright smile, is innocent and cute, and the boy next to her is much taller than her. He walks beside her with adoring eyes.

He started flipping through the photo album, and Yan Jia hurriedly stayed away from him, fearing that he would have an attack.

The most "intimate" photo is of Qiao Muyuan peeling off a warm chestnut and reaching out to the boy. The boy lowers his head, bites and eats it.

"That's it?" Ji Changmu looked indifferent and threw the phone to Yan Jia, "Boring."

Sure enough, Bai Jiaojiao can have any good things, a woman who is afraid of the world being in chaos.

"Huh?" Yan Jia looked confused, that's it?!

Ji Changmu doesn't get angry after seeing this kind of photo? Is he still a man?

"Lao Ji, isn't it? You can tolerate this? Do you like cuckolding?"

"Yan Jia, don't get involved with a brainless woman like Bai Jiaojiao."

"Can the photo be fake?"

"This is her brother." Ji Changmu recognized him at a glance. Although he had never met the eldest son of the Qiao family, this eldest son looked very much like Mr. Qiao from the capital.

The brother and sister also have very similar facial features, especially those eyes.

Yan Jia: "..."

Ji Changmu continued to look down at his email, too lazy to talk to Yan Jia anymore.

"The little girl's brother... I mean, no wonder he is so good-looking. Genes are such a magical thing..." Yan Jia laughed twice, too embarrassed, "They do look alike, they look alike."
Chapter completed!