Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Qiao Jingjing's sweet kiss as a reward.

Most of it is inherited from my mother.

Of course, there are also times when it's mixed doubles.

For example, Qiao Jingjing signed a contract with a talent scout.

For example, Qiao Yu was encouraged by his sister to steal money from home to buy popsicles.

"It's already past ten o'clock, let's rest first and discuss it another day."

Qiao's mother's casual remark caused the siblings' expressions to change drastically.

Oh my god, as expected, a barking dog doesn't bite...

The old man threw down the feather duster in his hand and cursed:

I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow.

She turned and stormed towards the master bedroom, glaring at Qiao Jingjing as she passed by: "And you too."

The old man slammed the door.

Qiao's mother stayed behind to clean up the mess.

He glanced at his son, then at his daughter, and poked his daughter's forehead hard with his finger.

"Serves you right for courting death, causing your brother to get beaten up as well."

Qiao Jingjing pouted, looking like a wronged little girl.

She couldn't act spoiled with her mother as usual.

Because on this matter, Mom and Dad are clearly on the same side.

"It's so late, why don't you stay and sleep at home?"

Qiao Jingjing replied reluctantly, "Oh."

She can't escape now.

"Jinbei, you sleep with Jingjing. Auntie will cook for you tomorrow," Qiao's mother said gently.

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Su Jinbei is also a woman who can act.

Her smile was flawless.

"Mom, I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll just stay one night and then leave."

Qiao Jingjing said immediately.

"Leave?" Aunt Qiao chuckled. "You can't leave until this matter is resolved."

Qiao Yu's room is right next to his sister's room.

He supported his back as he returned to his room, and Qiao Jingjing followed him in.

"Go back to your room, I don't want to see you."

Qiao Yu cursed, "I knew I'd have to take the blame for you sooner or later. You were a damn right prediction."

Qiao Jingjing was as timid as a little white rabbit in front of her father.

In front of her younger brother, she was like a fierce tiger, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws, and said with righteous indignation:

"You're the younger brother, so you're supposed to take the blame for your older sister."

I'm too lazy to reason with women.

Qiao Yu felt a burning pain in his back, so he took off his coat.

Qiao Jingjing blushed for the first time ever, spat, and cursed:

"I know you have a great figure, you show it off every day, humph."

"You're crazy."

Qiao Yu rolled her eyes and turned around: "My back hurts so much, can you take a look?"

Qiao Jingjing was stunned.

Qiao Yu had more than a dozen bruises of varying depths on his back.

The most severely affected ones turned purple; it was a shocking sight.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Qiao Jingjing burst into tears, wiping away her tears as she ran out of the room.

"Mom, Mom, Dad beat Ayu badly, waaaaah..."

Qiao's mother was washing up in the bathroom when she was startled.

They really thought something bad had happened to their son.

She ran into the room with her daughter.

Su Jinbei was next door and came over when she heard the commotion.

"It's nothing, just a bruise."

Qiao's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was a child, Qiao Yu was often beaten and his buttocks were covered in bruises.

However, the bruises on his buttocks weren't scary.

Who didn't get a good spanking from their parents when they were a kid?

The bruises on the back give the illusion of being abused.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, buy your brother a bottle of YN Baiyao."

Qiao's mother was directing her daughter.

Qiao Jingjing wiped away her tears and went out.

"Does it hurt? That bastard, he's so rough."

Qiao's mother felt sorry for her son.

"I didn't see you plead for me just now."

Qiao Yu lay on the bed, full of resentment.

Qiao's mother scolded, "This time, I'm not on your side. Ayu, you know your father's sore spot, yet you still went and touched it. You deserve it."

Qiao Yu remained silent.

Qiao's mother grumbled a few more times and then left.

Only Su Jinbei and Qiao Yu remained in the room.

Su Jinbei had just changed into her pajamas, which were still the same style as her teddy bear pajamas.

She has long, straight, beautiful black hair, a dignified and pretty oval face, and fair, rosy skin.

What's most striking is her pair of captivating, peach-blossom eyes.

She also has a well-proportioned and graceful figure.

"Sister Jinbei is so beautiful," Qiao Yu flattered.

"Who's prettier, me or your sister?"

Su Jinbei blinked, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Is this a parody of the "who do you save first if your wife and mother fall into the water?" dilemma?

Qiao Yu is a seasoned internet user with a wealth of experience.

I have a clear understanding of how to deal with similar difficult questions.

He simply said, "Of course Sister Jinbei is beautiful, Qiao Jingjing is just a maid."

If my older sister asks the question, I just need to reverse the answer.

Su Jinbei chuckled and said, "I'll tell Jingjing when she gets back."

this...

Life is full of tricks; you're either outsmarting me or I'm outsmarting you.

Qiao Yu could only manage a dry laugh.

"I'm sorry you had to see this. It's so embarrassing."

Qiao Yu said awkwardly.

Su Jinbei approached and examined Qiao Yu's bruises more closely, feeling a pang of heartache for some reason.

She wanted to reach out and touch his wounds, but pulled back halfway, and whispered:

"It really opened my eyes; there are people who beat their sons like that."

Her tone was quite indignant, and she added:

"It's clear that you and Jingjing both respect Uncle Qiao very much."

"Otherwise, if someone is this old and doesn't want to be beaten, does that mean they absolutely have to take the beating?"

"My sister has seen a lot in the capital and has met all kinds of people. Many people in this world become rich overnight, and there are too many people who don't even recognize their own parents, let alone friends."

"But both you and Jingjing are happy to be managed by Uncle Qiao, and they'll be beaten if he tells them to. That's great."

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes.

He thought to himself that although he was not the old man's biological son, he was still his father's father, who had saved his life and raised him.

He sneered at Su Jinbei: "That's how I am, but Qiao Jingjing doesn't have that guts. She's a real coward."

"Don't think so badly of Jingjing. She's just a bit coquettish in front of you, but she's a real tyrant at school."

Su Jinbei flicked his head with her finger and said softly:

"If I had to say I'm dissatisfied, it would be that Uncle Qiao is too old-fashioned. Why bother?"

These days, isn't being a big star a good thing?