The CEO's ex-wife

Chapter 593 Clean night, deep.Snow is still floating.

Not everyone can enjoy that happiness.

Zhuo Baijun drove his sports car slowly to the front of his house, his eyes flickered unfathomable in the night, and he remembered Han Wenhao's faint words: As a party of living beings, we are naturally responsible for our own lives. Instead of being someone else's victim!I have no right to decide whether everyone lives or dies, as long as he does not fall into my world, causing hatred and revenge!I have to be forgiving and forgiving.Grape flowers only pay homage to wine, which is not too rooted, and can only convey the sincerity of the future through sincerity!I promise here that as long as Director Zhuo treats the Han family wholeheartedly, he will definitely not give up on this brother Wen Yukou in the future!

He was like this, thinking about Han Wenhao's words, for a long time, until the snow fell one after another, the snow-white world that fell down continued to pay homage to the lost souls, his eyes were rosy, and a soul flashed across The first warmth in years.

There was a sound of opening the door, which came from this snowy and quiet world, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his head slowly, looking at Jingtong wearing plain white pajamas, with straight hair and a pair of white pajamas. Holding a small pink-blue umbrella with lace wrinkles in her hand, she walked out obediently, her eyes flashed a beautiful and dreamy color, seeing that she had come back, she smiled happily in surprise with.

Zhuo Bojun was like this, sitting in the front seat of the car, looking through the window, watching Jingtong standing in the snow, waiting for him like a wife, that pure and innocent light, revealing a little stubbornness towards love, he just like this Looking at her calmly, maybe on such a snowy day, the eyes are a bit cold...

Jingtong stood in the snow with an umbrella, watching Zhuo Baijun still sitting in the car without moving, looking at himself, she also looked at him, her eyes were still clear dream.

Zhuo Bojun looked at the small figure, standing in the snow for a long time, the snow at his feet had gradually piled up, in his somewhat cold eyes, he suddenly slowed down slightly, stopped the car, turned off After turning on the ignition, he opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and said to Jing Tong with a smile: "Fool, what are you doing standing outside?"

Jingtong carefully held the umbrella, walked to Zhuo Baijun with small steps, raised the umbrella to block him from the snow, and then said softly: "I feel that you are in a bad mood, so I don't want to disturb you, go back to the company , are you in a bad mood?"

Zhuo Baijun gently held Jingtong's waist with a smile, walked home with her, and said: "No, I just chatted with President Han for a while, and he took back all my rights in One-King. "

"Ah?" Jing Tong looked at Zhuo Baijun in surprise, and said, "No way? Then what should we do? Why did he treat you like this?"

Zhuo Bojun walked forward slowly, pondered for a while, and then said: "The great President Han, who knows things like a god, has a thorough grasp of many things...including, when dealing with people around him, he is so unmoving. Hey, maybe he sensed that I, Zhuo Bojun, was not good for him, so he gave me a warning..."

"But... is there any hatred between you?" Jing Tong looked at Zhuo Baijun and asked strangely.

The two stood in front of the glass door, and the snow was still floating.

Zhuo Bojun looked deeply at Jingtong's pure and clean eyes, and said slowly: "Have you heard the story of grape flowers offering sacrifices to wine?"

Jing Tong looked at Zhuo Baijun and shook his head slowly.

Zhuo Bojun looked at her and said quietly: "In the winery, there is always a beautiful legend that every year when the grapes bloom, the wine that has been filled in barrels in the cellar will boil inexplicably at that moment, even Excited to overflow wine barrels..."

"So amazing?" Jing Tong looked at Zhuo Baijun and said in surprise.

"So..." Zhuo Baijun looked at Jingtong and continued: "For nearly a thousand years, no one has been able to explain this phenomenon of blood relationship. In the end, it can only be explained as the root of blood relationship...so there is Grape flowers commemorate the beautiful legend of wine”

After hearing this legend, Jing Tong was speechless, but raised his head to look at Zhuo Baijun.

Zhuo Baijun looked at Jingtong quietly, and even stretched out his hand, gently stroking Jingtong's face, feeling her warm body temperature transmitted to his cold palm, this is the temperature of fresh life flowing into the palm, He said slowly: "You said... If I worship my mother every year, can she live in heaven or hell? At a certain time every year, her soul will come back to me?"

Jingtong kept silent, just looked at Zhuo Baijun, and said his own thoughts: "Didn't we say that? This is just a kind of belief... It is always good to have faith, as long as your soul is clean..."

Hearing these words, Zhuo Bojun couldn't help but look sad, but looked at Jingtong mysteriously and said, "Is your soul...clean?"

Jing Tong looked at Zhuo Baijun, his eyes trembled involuntarily, showing a hint of rosiness.

Zhuo Bojun looked at Jingtong with his somewhat heroic eyes.

Jingtong held an umbrella in his hand, looked at Zhuo Baijun, and said quietly: "Do you think my soul...is clean?"

Zhuo Baijun's eyes turned slightly, and a sharp pain pierced into his heart. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He looked quietly at the girl he loved, and suddenly said: "Jingtong..."

"Huh?" She answered him a little nervously.

"I'm not feeling well, can you help me back to my room, I drank too much wine today..." Zhuo Baijun suddenly called Jing Tong.

"Okay..." Jingtong immediately threw away the umbrella, supported Zhuo Baijun and strode into the living room. Not far from the villa, there was a cold man who was raising a rifle and aiming at Jingtong's back!

Jingtong nervously helped Zhuo Baijun into the room, then carefully placed him on the bed, half-kneeled beside the bed, and pulled the quilt for him, then came to the French windows, just about to open the curtains, but heard Ren Qingfeng's voice came from his ears: "Jingtong, retreat quickly! Zhuo Baijun sent someone to assassinate you! Don't go near the French windows!"

She listened quietly to these words, then turned her head to look at Zhuo Baijun and said with a smile: "You must be a bit bored after drinking, let's open a window to let in some air..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently and forcefully opened the snow-white curtains, facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows, carefully stretched out her hand, and opened a window lightly, with tears hanging below her eyes...

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