seek her

"You're trembling." Ji Linjiang pulled her into his generous arms from behind, covering her body with his big hands, as if embracing a private property into his chest, he lightly bit her shoulder, "What are you afraid of? "

Jing Shu said with a smile, "I'm afraid you will come again."

"Come again!" Ji Linjiang chuckled and came over.

Jing Shu screamed softly, and was swept by him unreservedly, the heavy snow outside the floor-to-ceiling windows continued to linger, the temperature in the room continued to rise, sinking overnight, how could a man who loves her so much lie to her?Perhaps Song Sipu instructed Qin's mother to say it.

When Jing Shu woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and Ji Linjiang had already left.

She hardly slept all night, and Ji Linjiang let her go when it was almost dawn. She sat in front of the vanity mirror, looked at her speckled body, and frowned. Ji Linjiang never left marks on her body, but last night he did. So many marks, even on the neck.

She put on a thick layer of powder but couldn't cover it up, so she simply wore a scarf to cover it up.

Still a little restless, Jing Shu returned home and sat on the swing in the garden with the heater in his arms for a long time. The snowflakes fell on his long hair, and Uncle Cheng stood aside with an umbrella. After all, she couldn't help it, she said, "Uncle Cheng, accompany me to the prison, I want to meet Qin Yan."

However, Qin Yan refused to see her.

Jingshu turned to meet Song Sipu.

It has been several months since the last time I saw him. The early autumn spread into deep winter, and the autumn rain was covered by heavy snow. Song Si Pujun had new wounds on his face, but the wounds were not so dense. Only the corners of his lips and the brow bone remained There are blood-red bruises, his eyes are gloomy, his facial features are handsome and tough, his skin is getting fairer, and he doesn't say a word.

It seems that it has added a strong masculinity to the image of the exquisite nobleman.

"The wounds are much less. It seems that Mr. Song has adapted to the life inside." Jing Shu smiled slightly with a sharp edge in his gentleness, "Or maybe those people neglected you and didn't take good care of you."

Song Sipu didn't say a word, calm and calm, his mood tended to be stable, and the situation was calm.

"Song Sipu, I want to ask you something today." Jing Shu said, "Is Qin Yan one of yours?"

Song Sipu didn't speak, his eyes moved down slightly, and his eyes fell on the hickey marks on Jingshu's neck, where the scarf didn't cover, the ambiguous traces after the indulgence could be seen clearly, his eyes froze instantly, and his thin lips were tight , The hands under the shackles clenched into dead fists.

"Is Qin Yan working for you?" Jing Shu asked.

Song Sipu remained silent.

Jing Shu said, "If you don't answer, you are tacitly acquiescing. Mother Qin was instigated by you to provoke my relationship with Linjiang."

Song Sipu looked at her coldly, he seemed to have nothing to say to this vicious woman who was full of lies and evil in front of him, and he had nothing to say.

Jing Shu said, "I still don't give up even though I'm in prison! I'm going to do harm to others! Mr. Song, take it easy, don't stretch your hand too far, or you will be chopped off!" She got up and left, walked a few steps and then turned back, I can't help being angry, "My sister has already returned, please tell Mr. Song that you have nothing to threaten me! Please cooperate with the divorce! I can't afford to give me any less! This is what you owe our Min family!"

As soon as she left the prison and got into the car, the mobile phone in her bag rang, and she answered it.

Ji Linjiang asked, "Have you seen Song Sipu?" There was a slight annoyance in his voice.

Jing Shu glanced at Xiao Weng in the passenger seat, and calmly responded, "Discuss the divorce."

"Where are you now?" he asked.

Jing Shu said, "Outside the prison."

"Come find me." He said without a doubt.

She promised him that she would never see Song Sipu again, Jing Shu smiled slightly, "Are you jealous?"

Ji Linjiang laughed on the phone, "Yes." He hung up the phone abruptly.

Jing Shu's heart was a little chilled. I don't know if it was her sensitivity or suspicion, or her sensory illusions. Ji Linjiang's tone was a little too strong. She felt that she was influenced by Qin's mother, and her words and actions towards Ji Linjiang began to Suspicion, even his few words just now, made Jing Shu feel a slight resistance in her heart. She resisted his strength and domineering, and resisted the strangeness that seemed to be nothing.

Have you ever heard such an orderly tone before?
Inexplicably uneasy, it seems that since the day Qin's mother appeared, she has been uneasy.

Maybe it's because of sensitivity and suspicion, she warned herself.

The Ji Linjiang she knew was gentle and respectful. He was a person who would ask her for consent even in the affairs of a man and a woman. He was a person who would ask her, "Does it hurt? Are you tired? Are you dating? Do you want to try? Are you coming?"

He knows hot and cold.

After the phone call ended, her heart ached for no reason, and her entire chest was numb from the pain. She went to see Ji Linjiang. He didn't show off, didn't mention Song Sipu, and didn't have the indifference on the phone. His smile was still clean and warm. It was another long night of no return, different from the previous two-way pleasure, this time Jing Shu felt the brutal pain, his unknown emotions, and the corporal punishment for some reason, which made Jing Shu suffer a lot, and was ashamed at the same time. speak up.

She told herself that he was jealous, that's why he treated her like this.

The days didn't seem to have changed. It must be that Song Sipu instigated Qin's mother to stir up her relationship with Linjiang, and these people must have never changed their minds. She continued to be a rich wife, accompanied Xiaoxian, and spent her free time practicing driving and studying. After reading a book, Ji Linjiang asked her to meet when he had time, family, love, stability and happiness, she had nothing to doubt.

If he keeps deceiving himself and others like this, maybe he can get another kind of stability in a daze.

But in life, things often backfire.

In the dark, everything has a definite number.