The younger brother will act like a baby, but the older sister's soul is floating

Chapter 4 He's a Psychopath
Wrinkle Jiaran has lived in the Han family for a week, and she thinks she knows everything about everyone in the family.

They are all kind in themselves, but they are too stubborn, hard, and their words are not right.

On this day, Wrinkle Jiaran woke up and looked at her phone after washing up, and a text message came from an unfamiliar text message, saying that she was asking Wrinkle Jiaran to meet at the long-lost cafe.

She called the phone number according to the text message, but no one answered, and within 2 minutes, another text message came from this number.

【I am Han Bin】

Seeing these four words at that time, Zou Jiaran was almost fainted from fright.

Why did Han Bin ask her out?

We are all under the same roof, so what can't be said face to face?Still have to make an appointment to talk.

Moreover, Han Bin is too serious and cold, and Wrinkle Jiaran will be uncontrollably afraid.

After tidying up, he came to the living room, and the others went to work. Only Han Yu obediently sat on the square chair and had breakfast, staring at the egg in his hand without blinking.

In the past, he used to wear cow home clothes, why is he wearing black silk home clothes today?It looked a bit icy cold.

Seeing Jiaran at the top of the stairs, Han Yu smiled obediently and said hello, "Sister Jiaran, good morning."

"Yeah." Wrinkle Jiaran pulled away the chair opposite Han Yu and sat in, and responded meekly: "Good morning."

In early winter, the sun is rare, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Facing the sun, Wrinkle Jiaran gently closed her eyes. On that pink and fair face, the slender eyelashes fluctuated, corresponding to the light pupils full of spring water and autumn waves, soft and graceful, charming and charming. Can not party things.

Han Yu looked a little fascinated.

He was thinking: what would happen to such a beautiful skin if we put the finishing touch on it?For example, using his blood to paint her pink lips, it will definitely be extra beautiful.

"Sister Jiaran eats eggs, they are still very hot." Han Yu brought a half-pack of eggs to Qiao Jiaran with both hands.

Hearing this, a slight astonishment flashed in Zou Jiaran's eyes, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I don't like to eat it." A smile filled with the fragrance of spring flowers filled the two shallow dimples, "I cooked it for Sister Jiaran myself."

Zou Jiaran smiled, "Thank you."

Han Yu looked enthusiastic: "Sister Jiaran, do you have time later? Can you accompany me to the mall to buy something?"

After hearing the words, Kwan Jiaran frowned and bit her lips lightly, "I'm sorry Han Yu, I'm going out later, can I accompany you tomorrow?"

"Oh." The smile on Han Yu's face quickly disappeared, and he lowered his head with a look of disappointment.

"Are you angry?" Wrinkle Jiaran asked, not knowing why, feeling inexplicably panicked.

"No." He looked at her and shook his head slightly, his dark pupils were full of suppressed anger, "Who is sister Jiaran going to see?"

*
long lost cafe

Han Bin had already arrived, his slender legs crossed casually, the well-tailored suit outlined his broad shoulders and thin waist, and the buttons of his white shirt were fastened to the neckline meticulously.

The man's hand holding the cigarette was outstretched, the silver wrist watch gleamed, a little scarlet flickered on and off, and the white and slender finger bones that lined it became more and more cold and depressed.

He used to smoke.

"Brother Han." Wrinkle Jiaran pulled out the chair and sat in, lowering her eyes and tightly holding the coffee cup in her hand.

"Yeah." Han Bin nodded, his light-colored thin lips parted slightly, with the edge and corners of an ice sheet held by an adult, and he spoke clearly and indifferently: "My brother's attitude towards you is different from others."

Wrinkle Jiaran looked puzzled, "Huh?"

"He likes you." Han Bin took a sip of his coffee, looked out the window, and spoke slowly, "There are not many things he likes."

After getting along with each other these days, Wrinkle Jiaran also noticed this problem.

Han Yu is a very strange person. He is also a little cautious and wary towards everyone, including Han Bin. He doesn't talk much, and he is indifferent and indifferent.

And in the process of getting along with himself, Han Yu seems to be very relaxed, talking and laughing, the whole person is in good spirits, he is a chatterbox, and he always has endless things to say.

He seems to be very dependent on her.

"Well, so what's the matter with Brother Han asking me out?"

He had a straight face at first, but after hearing the words, he covered his mouth and let out a low laugh, his misty eyes seemed to be rippling with water, "I can see that Miss Lu is a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

Saying that, Han Bin glanced at Wrinkle Jiaran without missing a trace.

"Han Yu is mentally ill." His eyes were as cold as his voice, with an air of indifference: "Let's talk about a condition."

"What?" Zou Jiaran suddenly felt a little flustered, and frowned tightly.

I don't know why, but a strong feeling told Zheng Jiaran that Han Bin's next words would be very cold, as cold as himself.

Han Bin: "I can tell you who your biological parents are, and I will also give you a lot of money to meet your three requirements. I just want you to send Han Yu to a mental hospital."

"..."

Zhan Jiaran's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't believe what she heard.

Is he crazy?
Since Han Yu is mentally ill, it is normal to send him to a mental hospital. Why do we have to negotiate terms?Shouldn't this be a good thing?
If Han Bin could ask himself out to meet in private just to discuss this matter, then he must have mentioned this matter to Han Yu and was rejected, and he had no choice but to mobilize himself?

Thinking of Han Yu's state these days and the rumors from the outside world, Zhe Jiaran hesitated, "Han Yu is very poor, I really hope he gets better, I'll think about it."

"Well, I'll give you some time." Han Bin stared at Zou Jiaran's deep eyes, giving people a feeling of comfort, "Just give me the answer before you start school."

Seeing Wrinkle Jiaran disappear into the cafe, Han Bin muttered with a mocking sneer, "Stupid."

*
On the taxi back to Han's house, Yan Jiaran was very tired and leaned against the window with her eyes closed.

The first snow this year came earlier than in previous years. The flakes were not big or dense, but they were still flying all over the sky, covering the ground, roofs, and branches.

In the communication with Han Bin today, Wrinkle Jiaran gradually realized her embarrassing situation.

If she agrees to Han Bin's request, is this considered a spy?
Han Yu is mentally ill.

Zhan Jiaran sat upright, rubbing the center of her brows irritably, Han Bin's words came to mind over and over again.

Soon, the taxi stopped at the gate of Han's house.

"Miss, the fare is 109 yuan."

"it is good."

After paying the fare, Zou Jiaran showed the code scanning record to the driver brother and got out of the car.

After getting off the car, Zou Jiaran saw a young man standing at the door.

The boy was wearing a casual white sweater, loose jeans, and holding a long black coat in his hands. The corners of his lips curled up, his smile was like the lingering spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, intoxicating and sensational, his obsidian eyes had a soft light, he looked at her, As if looking at a water lily that has been guarding for thousands of years, the moonlight in the sky is softened.

On such a snowy night, the young man's gentle smile lived in Zhe Jiaran's heart, and when she finally thought of today's scene, she still burst into tears.

"Okay, I'm back, so there's no need to follow." Han Yu whispered while covering the phone, then hung up the phone in a hurry, and ran towards Jiaran with a smile on his face.

"Sister, you're finally back!" Han Yu put the black coat in his hand on Qiao Jiaran, and went to shake Qiao Jiaran's hand.

As soon as he grasped it, within a second, he quickly withdrew his hand and hid it in the pocket of the white sweater.

His hands are so cold, has he been standing outside waiting for her?
"You've been waiting for me?"

(End of this chapter)