Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

It's not clear what Wu Jiaren is inside, but there is some noise, which at least proves that it is not empty.

She took the courier box and hesitated for two seconds before she took the courier and walked to a clearing. She opened the courier, worried that there was sulfuric acid in it, and she was careful throughout the process of opening the package.

The paper box was finally opened, revealing the true face of Lushan.

Inside, it turned out to be a delicate wooden box. It was a small carved red lacquered wood box with a beautiful rose carved on the lid, and the lock of the box was made of pure gold.

Jiaren Wu stared at the box, a little surprised.

Could it be that there are other things inside.

She was cruel and opened the box. Jiaren Wu looked inside the box, but found that it was inside--

Empty.

She was a little surprised.

What does it mean?

Did someone deliberately give her an empty wooden box?

Wu Jiaren frowned slightly, and she reached out and took the wooden box in her hand to play. She looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.

That happened the year before last.

At that time, Qiao Jiusheng had not given birth with the baby, and she was still pursuing Wei Shuyi. Qiao Jiusheng invited her to visit their house. She went and met Wei Shuyi. They sat at the coffee table in the eaves behind the Fang's small building, drinking tea while chatting about interesting things in their lives.

Each of them talked a few things that they found interesting, and when it was Wei Shuyi's turn, he almost became dumb. Wu Jiaren also laughed at him, saying that he was a teacher and would not teach them on the spot. As a result, Wei Shuyi told an interesting anatomy story about the twenty-fifth rib.

He says--

"According to legend, when God made Adam, he gave him twenty-five ribs. Later, when God saw Adam was too lonely, he took Adam’s twenty-fifth rib and made a woman named Eve. A man was born. They are all imperfect, they are incomplete. Only by retrieving their twenty-fifth rib can they be considered perfect."

"Later, people who have studied anatomy will give her an empty box when they meet a woman they love deeply. This behavior means that this woman is the person he loves the most, and the root of his is missing. Ribs. If a girl accepts the box, it means she is willing to marry a boy and be willing to be his twenty-fifth rib."

…

At that time, Jiaren Wu even molested Wei Shuyi and asked him when she would receive his empty box.

Wei Shuyi scolded her for being cheeky.

As a result, the person who had scolded her for being cheeky gave her his empty box.

Jiaren Wu also remembered that on August 25th last year, it was the Qixi Festival.

She was going to date Wei Shuyi that day, but Dongli Shenghua suddenly called and called her away. Wei Shuyi said that she would prepare a Qixi Festival surprise for her. She later forgot about it when she got busy. She didn't know that she didn't see his delivery until today, five months later.

Was he going to propose to himself that day?

That day, how frustrated he should be.

Wu Jiaren's hand holding the empty wooden box was faintly trembling.

For the first time, she realized what it was to hurt her heart. The heart, like being torn apart by a pair of hands, with bare hands, was **** and shocking.

If she knew she would come this far, she would not provoke him when she first saw him at the bar. Jiaren Wu hates herself so much, how can she bear to grieve such a good person. He was obsessed with himself, but was trampled on and destroyed by her.

She's so damn!

Jiaren Wu put the box in her arms and hugged it tightly, as if she was holding Wei Shuyi, as if she had held a life-saving grass, she was so hard that she was shaking all over.

"brother…"

She couldn't help it anymore, squatting on the ground and crying. "I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry..."

Occasionally, someone who had just got off work and hurried home braving the cold wind, saw Wu Jiaren squatting on the ground and crying sadly. They all stopped, stopped for a moment, and then put on an indifferent face and walked away.

Jiaren Wu heard the sound of mobile phone music, and she realized that it was her own phone in a daze.

She felt her head hurt and heavy, especially the front of her head. She was lying on an airplane like the sky was spinning.

Hand stretched out from the warm bed, Wu Jiaren touched the phone and picked it up in a daze.

"…Hey."

The other side was quiet for two seconds.

"Are you sick?" It was Dongli Shenghua.

Jiaren Wu opened her eyes and found that the sky was already bright.

She squinted her eyes and stared at the phone for a long time before seeing the time. It was already 8:40. On weekdays, she will appear at Dongli Shenghua's home at eight o'clock on time. I haven't seen him today, Dongli Shenghua worried that something happened to her on the way here, so he called to ask her.

Jiaren Wu put her hand on her heavy head, and she felt a sore throat.

"Mr. Dongli, I want to take a day off, okay? I will trouble Brother Pan today..."

"take a good rest."

Before he could finish speaking, Dongli Shenghua hung up the phone.

Jiaren Wu turned off her mobile phone, continued to retract into the sheet, and soon fell asleep again.

When the doorbell rang, Wu Jiaren thought it was an illusion.

She rolled over, and soon became blurred again.

Ding Dong——

Ding Dong——

The doorbell rang several times, reluctantly.

Jiaren Wu lifted the quilt on her body, she sat up, and listened for a while, confirming that her doorbell was ringing, and she got out of bed.

Putting on her slippers, Jiaren Wu just took a step forward, and fell head-on.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and leaned back on the bed.

It seems that I am a bit sick this time...

She got up, stood still for a while, and walked slowly to the door.

"Who?"

She stood behind the door and did not immediately open the door.

Outside the door, a cold, gentle man's voice sounded, "It's me, Miss Wu."

Jiaren Wu was taken aback.

"And me!" The milky voice of milky voice was actually Dongliao.

Both their father and son are here.

Jiaren Wu opened the door, and she was surprised to see a large and a small outside the door.

Dongli Shenghua led Dongliao into the room. As soon as the door closed, his hand stretched out and placed it on Wu Jiaren's forehead. "High fever, your face is still red, go and lie down, I will call the doctor." Rich people are good, and there are private doctors.

Jiaren Wu didn't have the energy to reason with them, so she went back to the room and fell asleep.

Dong Liao knocked on the door, and Jiaren Wu said dumbly, "Go in."

The little man walked in, holding a glass of warm water in his hand.

"The doctor will come in a while, and Daddy asked me to bring you a glass of warm water." The little guy put the water glass on the bedside table and began to look at Wu Jiaren's bedroom curiously.

Jiaren Wu glanced at him, then narrowed her eyes.

Jiaren Wu fell asleep unconsciously, and when she woke up, she was awakened by the doctor.

"Clamp it." The doctor put a thermometer in her squeaky nest.

Jiaren Wu tightened her arms. Within a few minutes, the doctor took the thermometer, glanced, and said to Dongli Shenghua behind her, "Thirty-nine degrees six."

"Wipe her more, especially her neck, collarbone and arms..."

After explaining the stupid way to lower her body temperature, the doctor prescribed Wu Jiaren a few more medicines.

He came quickly and left quickly.

Dongli Shenghua supervised Wu Jiaren to drink the medicine, and then took a pot of warm water with his own hands, as if to wipe her body. Jiaren Wu didn't do it, she struggled to get up, leaning against the head of the bed, "No, I'll do it myself, thank you."

Dongli Shenghua said, "I don't mind."

Jiaren Wu has no strength. If she has strength, she must have rolled her eyes to the sky at this moment.

"I mind." She said bluntly.

"…Ok."

Jiaren Wu wiped her body and lay on the bed, and heard the two people outside make a big movement. I hope they don't demolish my house. With this thought, Wu Jiaren fell asleep again without knowing it.

Putting the porridge from the pot to the bowl, Dongli Shenghua said to Dongliao who was making trouble in the kitchen, "Go and wake her up."

"…Oh."

Dong Liao ran to the room, ran to the bed, and pushed Jiaren Wu's legs with his hands. "Miss Wu, wake up soon and have dinner."

Jiaren Wu woke up and walked to the dining room with her head on her head.

Seeing the porridge, she was taken aback.

"Who did it?"

Upon hearing this, Dongli Shenghua asked her back, "Do you think Xiaoao can cook porridge?"

Dongliao naturally can't.

That is Dongli Shenghua.

This is even more unexpected.

Jiaren Wu picked up the spoon and ate the light rice porridge. Her mouth was very pale, and her heart felt warm. Dongli Shenghua’s things are indeed hateful, but today, he is a little warmer to Wu Jiaren. Although Wu Jiaren was a little moved, she said, "Don't think you made me a bowl of porridge, and I will marry you." In terms of soul, she is already Wei Shuyi's wife.

Dongli Shenghua snorted and ignored her.

He walked to the living room and took a look, and suddenly asked, "Is this your brother?" He looked at the picture of the boy on the wall.

Jiaren Wu snorted.

"Something like you."

"You also said that he is my brother."

Looking back, Dongli Shenghua turned around her house again, and finally, his gaze fell on a large photo album under the TV cabinet. "Can I watch it?"

Wu Jiaren glanced at it, and nodded when she saw him staring at the album.

"Look at it."

Dongli Shenghua picked up the photo album and sat on the sofa, with her long legs folded, her sitting posture was elegant and expensive.

Dong Liao also sat next to him, and he helped Dongli San Huatuo with the album, his two eyeballs rolled around, looking a little curious. Dongli Shenghua opened the album and saw a family portrait. Wu Jiaren in the photo looks only about ten years old.

Next to her is her brother Wu Jiacheng, and behind her parents and grandfather. Her grandma passed away long ago.

At this time, Jiaren Wu didn't look very much like Wu Nabing, but Jiaren Wu's father Wu Heqing looked very much like Wu Nabing.

Staring at Wu Heqing's face, Dongli Shenghuaduo glanced a few times.

This family portrait is very well taken, but Wu Nabing is missing.

Turning to the next one, there is a photo of Wu Jiaren and Wu Jiacheng in the album.

After that, there were three or four pictures of her and his brother in a row.

After turning over six pages in a row, there was finally a change.

The photo has become stale. The Wu Jia in the photo is five or six years old. She is standing with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. Behind the two of them was a large field of rapeseed flowers, Jiaren Wu was wearing a little red skirt, and the girl was wearing a yellow suspender skirt.

The girl has long hair in a shawl, fair skin, good-looking figure, and a bright smile on her face that is unique to her age.

For an instant, Dongli Shenghua seemed to have returned to the first time she saw Wu Nabing.

She was only 18 at that time, two years older than the girl in the photo. Her appearance did not change much, but she had struggled for a while because of wandering. At that time, she was a bit more mature than the girl in the photo.

Dongli Shenghua looked at 16-year-old Wu Nabing, her heart ached and her eyes felt astringent.

His lips moved a few times before he gently shouted to Dongliao who was beside him, "Xiaoao, come and look at her."

Dong Liao looked at it with a surprised expression, "Who is this? Miss Wu?"

"It's mother."

Dongli was taken aback for a moment.

He couldn't believe it, and looked at the young girl in the photo almost greedily. "Why does the mother's picture appear in Miss Wu's house?" The child's tone was full of incredible.

Dongliao is not stupid.

Almost after I asked, I guessed the reason.

"Are they relatives?"

"Ok."

"Are you a sister?"

"Mom is Miss Wu's aunt."

Dong Liao thought about it for a moment and figured out the relationship before he said, "Miss Wu is my...sister." His tone was dull, as if he had been cheated, and he refused to accept this fact.

"Well, sister."

"Then you can't be a mother."

Dongli Shenghua glanced at Dongliao, but did not speak.

As long as he wants to, anyone who cares about Wu Jiaren is Wu Nabing can be Dongliao's mother.

However, continuing to look back at the photos, when he saw Wu Nabing's care for Wu Jiaren, his heart began to hesitate.

He can ruin Wu Jiaren wantonly, but he can't ruin Nabing's niece at will.

After reading the photos, he felt a little heavy.

Jiaren Wu had eaten the porridge. When she went back to the room to rest, she passed by the two of them and said to Dongli Shenghua, "You can take all her pictures."

Dongli Shenghua was a little surprised and moved.

"Can you?"

"Take it. Anyway, I'm the only one left in this house. It doesn't make sense to keep it."