Unable to contain the curiosity in his heart and the grievances in his eyes, Ling Jue hid in the corridor beside the pool and kept observing in secret.

Finally, he discovered that this sister was so stupid, so he flattered her mouth and cursed: "Idiot."

In such hot weather, is it just to squat on the ground to play that stupid game? It would be fine if there were someone to accompany him, but Ling Jue looked around, but she was the only one. Isn’t this stupid?

With a slight interest, Ling Jue patted his clothes, but there was actually no dust on it. All the corridors in the mansion were wiped clean with his clothes by Ling Jue, who was watching his sister's movements every day. If he hid for a while, perhaps the wood in the corridor could be seen.

The man stood up, but his legs were still standing there, still staring at Ling Yue not far away.

It was not until Ling Yao, who was a few years older than them, that Ling Jue's eyes finally showed some emotional disgust from staring: "Why is she here too?"

Ling Yue was too focused and held the dead branches in her little hand and threw them on her paintings, but she didn't notice anyone approaching her.

"Miss Yao" was still the maids and mothers around her, and Ling Yue noticed Ling Yao's arrival.

She hurriedly got up and rubbed her dusty little hand on the hem of her skirt: "Big sister, are you here to play with me?"

"Let's play, you'll know how to play all day long." Ling Yao gave Ling Yue a big eye without hesitation.

When he glanced at Ling Yue, Ling Yao noticed the unfinished paintings on the ground and sneered: "You? What kind of ghost drawing talisman is this?"

Without waiting for Ling Yue to explain anything, Ling Yao lifted her foot and destroyed the paintings.

"What are you doing?" Ling Yue has been kind since she was a child, but she seemed even more weak at that time.

Less than a while, Ling Yue started to cry. Her little body shook and she was so angry that she cried. For young children of this age, a little big thing happened to them and they felt that the sky had fallen.

The maids and mothers around her couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Miss Yao, this is Miss Yue's thing, you can't do this."

The servants did have biased intentions when dealing with their master. But no one had the courage to openly disobey their master.

Therefore, Ling Yao was still very majestic: "What? Have you seen anything? Isn't it just a dead branch?"

Ling Yue lowered her head when she heard this, and saw the pile of ruins on the ground in her hazy tears. Isn’t it? Apart from some lines that are twisted and twisted, there is really only one dead branch.

Ling Yue felt even more sad now, squatting on the ground, wishing she could curl her body into a ball. Ling Jue, who witnessed this scene, almost couldn't help but rush out. But then she thought, why did she help this guy who took away his mother?

Yes, Ling Yao is not a good thing. Then is this real sister so good?

Ling Jue persuaded himself so much, and his legs were controlled by him.

On the other side of the Chi Zi, Ling Yao was excited. Seeing that Ling Yue's behavior was a soft persimmon, she could control it casually.

In front of everyone, Ling Yao actually kicked Ling Yue: "What are you doing? How can you cry like that?"

The left and right were naturally unable to bear it: "Miss Yao, Miss Yue is not taught by you!"

Ling Yao's mouth was so eager to be raised to the sky. She was much older than Ling Yue. Not only did she win in terms of strength, but she was also much stronger in her wisdom: "Can't you teach a lesson? Then wouldn't she embarrass her everywhere?"

After saying that, he picked up the tip of his new shoe, and the raised dust immediately splashed Ling Yue's face.

Now, Ling Yue had no time to react. Ling Jue, who had been hiding in the corridor next to him, finally couldn't help it. He took two steps at a time and rushed to Ling Yao.

"Are you bullying her?" Ling Jue frowned, and his words came to the point, which was something that the maids and the women dared not say.

After a while, Ling Yue finally reacted. Seeing someone supporting her, she simply sat on the ground and burst into tears.

No matter how deep Ling Jue's resentment was, it could not resist Ling Yue's cry. His heart had long turned to Ling Yue without realizing it. He stretched out his arms and protected Ling Yue completely behind him: "Tell you that others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you. If you make trouble, be careful that I will sue you in front of my father."

Thinking of something, Ling Jue smiled sly: "Aunt Zhao doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently, right? Big sister?"

Ling Yao stomped her feet in anger, and finally made herself bored and took people away.

"You..." When you turned to Ling Yue again, Ling Jue actually found that you couldn't say a word for a long time.

Looking at Ling Yue, who was still with tears on her face, Ling Jue picked up the dead branches and gave them to her: "Take it and draw your painting."

Ling Yue is so beautiful that she even raised a flower-like smile when she took the dead branches. Because of her twists and turns, Ling Jue, who had never observed her up close, was a little stunned.

In such a trance, he was broken through the defense line by the enemy. Ling Yue held his hand at some point: "Brother, look."

She was asking herself to appreciate his poor and destroyed paintings, and Ling Jue frowned, not very happy.

Ling Yue used dead branches to light the soft soil surface: "This is me, that is my brother."

It turns out that she was actually drawing them?

I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. It was really clumsy. "Isn't even a fool, can't even draw?"

The place where it should be round is not round, but the place where it should be straight is smooth. But if you carefully identify it, you are indeed two villains holding hands.

Ling Jue disliked him, but he was not so repulsive of this sister in his heart.

Ling Yue's mouth drooped because of his words, and tears arose in Shui Lingling's eyes.

Ling Jue was panicked now, and hurriedly covered her small face as big as a slap with his fingertips, wiping her tears: "Girls can't cry at any time, so that others will think that your tears are worthless and no one will love you in the future."

It's strange. When Ling Yue heard this, she stopped crying and shook his arm that was hanging down on her side: "Brother play with me."

Ling Jue still wanted to refuse, what to do? We don’t know how to play with each other, and there is no need to play with each other: “Look at you so stupid, then I will only take you with me.”

Somehow, his words turned out to be like this. He really couldn't refuse.

After that, Ling Jue gradually let go of the things in his heart that were unknown but once stood between their brother and sister.

And while getting along with her, she gradually understood Ling Yue's preferences. For example, Yue'er's ears were soft. Even if she knew what was going on, she would never mention it in front of her, and she could not talk to her with a blamed tone.

Yue'er is very fragile. This has never changed since childhood.

However, only Ling Jue remembers these things that have been over the years.

Fortunately, he was the only one who remembered it, otherwise he would not know how to face Yue'er, and his selfish brother had actually quietly been jealous and resentful of her.
Chapter completed!