I Am In Love with Myself

With a clever idea, Jian Yihu took out his mobile phone and called Jian Yixi over.

Toot toot—

The bell rang for a long time, and the room was quiet. Jian Yihu stood up his ears and heard no movement.

The call was interrupted, she hung up and called again, clutching her phone and going downstairs, she deliberately turned off the lights, and circled the living room for a long time, neither seeing any light nor hearing any sound.

This is strange.

She just saw that Jian Yixi's pajamas pocket was empty, why couldn't she find it everywhere?

Even if she read it wrong, but she has made so many calls, why didn't Jian Yixi answer it?

Could it be... Lost your phone?

Or forgot the classroom?

No way? !

woccccc! ! !

Jane kicked the sofa fiercely with the lake, full of anxiety and nowhere to vent.

The longer this matter is passed on, the worse it will be for her, and it must be clarified in time.

Qin Yige said that she had persuaded him, and now she has to log in to the forum account with Jian Yixi's mobile phone.

But what should I do if I can’t find my mobile phone now?

If it doesn't work, you can only...

The phone is connected!

Jian Yihu was overjoyed, holding the phone with both hands, and hurriedly said: "Hello? Xixi? Come back, my mother just called and said that she had left beforehand."

"I'm not Jane Yixi."

This voice...

An Mu? !

Jian Yihu subconsciously took down the phone and glanced at the screen. It was Jian Yixi's phone number. How could it be An Mu?

"Why are you holding my sister's phone?!"

"She borrowed it from me."

"My sister is in a hurry to use it now, you will be back soon!"

"right now?"

"Yes! Just now!"

"not return."

"Why are you so shameless?! That's my sister's phone!"

There was a warm chuckle from the opposite side: "You also know that it is your sister? Your sister lent it to me. If she asked me for it, what are you?"

"By the way, don't pretend to pretend that your sister asks me for a mobile phone. I can still tell people and dogs at a glance."

what does she say? !

Jian Yihu was so angry that she was trembling all over, wishing to crawl along the phone and strangle An Mu. If it weren't for An Mu, how could she have become like this?

She wanted to swear, but she couldn't, she couldn't suffocate to death. She was afraid of An Mu's recording. No matter how annoyed she was, she could only swallow all the dirty words.

"I warn you An Mu, you..."

Before Jian Yihu finished speaking, the phone broke, the door of the villa opened with a click, and Jian stepped forward.

"My mother was not at the gate of the community. I waited for a long time without seeing anyone."

Jian Yihu was full of anger before she subsided, holding her phone and taking a breath, her eyes quickly moved around, and when she turned around, her vicious expression had been completely taken away, leaving only a weak smile.

"Xixi, did you lend your phone to An Mu? My mother just called me and said that she had left beforehand, so I quickly called you to get you back, but An Mu picked it up."

"Well, I lent it to her."

Jian Yixi blew the night breeze for a long time at the gate of the community. Although it was only September, it was still a little bit cool in the middle of the night. She calmed down for a while, remembering An Mu's fearlessness in the stands that day, and then look at her fearfulness. Suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

It is my sister who is obviously scolding, what is she afraid of? Faced with a strong school, An Mu dared to stand up, but she was even scared of her own sister and was too ironic.

Evasion cannot solve any problems. You have to talk frankly and honestly. Maybe everything is just a misunderstanding, just let it go.

Jane Yixi took a deep breath, sat on the sofa with her chest straight, and patted the sofa.

"Sister, sit down, let's talk."

"Just right, I want to talk to you too."

Jian Yihu sat down with her mobile phone and looked at Jian Yixi sideways.

"Xixi, you know all the rumors on the Internet, right?"

Jian Yihu lowered his head without tears and pretended to rub the corner of his eye, which could make his eyes red.

"I said that you may not believe it, but I still want to say that those forum replies were really not sent by me. Although the ip is our home's ip, our wifi covers a wide area and can be reached outside the green belt of the villa.

You also know that I'm quite famous, many people are jealous of me, the forum account is my student ID, and the password is my birthday, which is very easy to guess. This must be someone who deliberately squatted outside our home and rubbed our home's internet, My number, deliberately framed me! "

Jian Yihu held Jian Yixi's hand with red eyes.

"Xixi, I don't care what you say on the Internet. I'm afraid you will misunderstand you. I managed to find you. I don't want to ruin our relationship because of this mess."

Under the cool white living room lamp, Jian Yihu's face was as pale as paper, and there was almost no blood on her lips. The **** makeup of the sick beauty she just painted worked quite well, at least enough to fool Jian Yixi.

Jian Yixi breathed a sigh of relief and shook her sister's hand back, her soft white face with a smile and eyebrows, the only small pear vortex, tender and lovely.

"I think it's impossible for you to write something like that, don't worry, sister, it won't affect your feelings, but the person who framed you is too disgusting!"

Jian Yixi's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's right! We can ask the security guard to check and monitor! Can you find out who it is if you don't check it?"

Jian Yihu nodded and said perfunctorily: "You are right. I will let my parents check it tomorrow."

After that, she changed the conversation and said, "Why did you lend your phone to An Mu?"

Jian Yixi remembered An Mu's hate sister, and the good mood she had just recovered instantly disappeared.

An Mu is not like the kind of person who hates others for no reason, and my sister is not the kind of bad personality, so why on earth does An Mu hate my sister so much?

When you have time to ask An Mu, it might be a misunderstanding.

Jian Yixi probably explained the reason, and Jian Yihu said: "It's not that my sister is careful, the mobile phone is a very private thing, how can you lend it to others casually? Especially this An Mu didn't look like a good person, that day. In the restaurant, she kept arguing with me. This time she also provoked the matter. I now suspect that she was the one who framed me."

Jian Yixi subconsciously sat up straight and said, "She is not that kind of person."

"How do you know it is not? You only knew her for a few days? Would you rather believe that an outsider doesn't believe your sister?"

"I don't believe you, I just..."

"Okay." Jian Yihu glanced at the wall clock, "I'm afraid you are too naive to be deceived. You are my only sister. I don't want you to be so miserable as I am now."

"Regardless of whether or not, you immediately call and ask her to bring the phone over. If she doesn't want to, we can take it in the past. I will accompany you."

Jian Yixi looked at Jian Yihu embarrassedly.

"Is this bad? It's almost twelve o'clock."

"I'm doing this for your own good. What if she is the one who framed me?"

"But she just came back from abroad, there is no reason..."

Halfway through the conversation, Jian Yixi choked himself.

An Mu lives in France for a long time and just came back a few days ago. It is reasonable to say that she shouldn't know her sister, but why does she say she hates her sister?

In reality, there is no intersection, so it can only be online. My sister is an internet celebrity. It's not surprising that An Mu knows her, so An Mu is actually a black fan of her sister?

Jian Yihu stood up and went straight to the door to change his shoes.

"Go! Call her on the way, don't hesitate, the more you hesitate, the later!"

"But what? Let's go! I'm doing this for your own good!"

Jian Yixi said: "I promised to borrow her, where is there any reason to come back halfway? And even if she really wants to do something, she must have done it now, and there is no time to go again."

"How can it be too late?! At least you can see what she did! You can handle it!"

Jian Yixi thought of An Mu's extremely disappointed look at her under the street lamp, and also of An Mu's frank admission that he hated Jian Yihu. How could such a straightforward person do such nasty| nasty things?

She shook her head.

"I believe she won't."

Jian Yihu had changed her shoes, patted her forehead with anger, stepped directly on the shoes and entered the house, stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Even if she doesn't know what to do to you? But what will she do to me with your hand? I'm your sister! What if you break your promise for me? Just to make me sleep peacefully ,Ok?!"

The last three words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.

An Mu looked up at Jian Yihu with her soft white face, and the habit of laughing before speaking did not appear.

"Sister, you hurt me."

Jian Yihu stunned, took a look at herself, grabbing Jian Yixi's hand, gasped, let go, and the broken expression on his face returned to normal.

"I... Am I worried?"

Jian Yihu squatted shortly in front of Jian Yixi and rubbed her arms. This time she was really crying with red eyes.

"My sister is very flustered, so can you let my sister feel at ease?"

Before the words fell, the door opened with a click. Mother Wen Qiaoyun came in first, followed by father Jian Xiangwei. The two of them looked terrible, especially their mother, with their eyebrows tightly furrowed, lips tightly pressed, with anger.

Seeing that they were both in the living room, Wen Qiaoyun hadn't arrived yet, so the words came first.

"Yueyue, what's going on on the Internet?! Several people called me this afternoon and said you bullied your sister, who made the post?"

Jian Yihu's eyes were red, and when she saw her mother came, the tears came down, and she threw herself into her mother's arms, and cried with her arms around her neck.

Looking at this posture, who was willing to scold, the couple coaxed for a long time, and Jian Yihu cried and cried and repeated what she had fooled Jian Yixi, and emphasized that An Mu might have done it.

As the saying goes, the **** decides the head. Of course, the couple believes in their daughter unconditionally. Even if the daughter stabbed someone to death in front of them, as long as the daughter said she didn't know, they believed that she was sleepwalking.

Jian Yihu took the opportunity to talk about An Mu's borrowing of mobile phones. Both of the couple are savvy people. Of course, it is not easy to come and ask for a mobile phone from a child in person, so they turned to Jian Yixi.

"Xixi, whether or not that girl did it or not, she is an outsider after all. You can't turn your elbow away. Go and ask for your mobile phone first. I'll wait until I check the surveillance tomorrow."

"But I promised people...I..."

Cannot tolerate Jian Yixi's words, Wen Qiaoyun directly turned out the phone number and dialed the phone, covering Jian Yixi's ear.

"Hey, hello, I'm sorry, I am not the owner of the phone, you can call me tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Jian Yixi sat on the sofa and looked up at the family surrounding her. This feeling of being persecuted made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted to refuse, but remembered the words of her adoptive parents before leaving.

[Be sure to listen to your parents, they have been looking for you for so many years, it's not easy. 】

Jian Yixi closed her eyes, suppressed the soreness in her heart, and opened her mouth hoarsely.

"An Mu...I'm sorry...My phone is a bit useful, can I...can I get it back now?"

"Okay, I will send you the address."

An Mu didn't blame or ask any more questions, so he agreed with ease, making Jian Yixi feel more uncomfortable.

"Sorry An Mu..."

"It doesn't matter, don't care, I just want to sleep too, come and get it, not far from your house."

An Mu was holding Jian Yixi's cell phone while talking on the phone, holding his cell phone in the other hand, and was videoing, and the other side of the video was faraway France.

An Mu's hair lied on the bed, pinched her legs, put on a mask, humming a little tune, and didn't speak until she hung up the phone.

"I just borrowed your mobile phone and I want to go back. Isn't your classmate also picking it up?"

"She is not picking."

"Isn't it what?"

"She just can't help it."

"She is probably more uncomfortable than anyone at the moment."

"Huh? Then you have a cell phone, why don't you borrow her?"

"In order to make her...not to be uncomfortable anymore."