The villain is also very flirtatious today

Chapter 121 The Warlord's Sick (51)

Walking out of the basement, the sun shone on Su Jingheng's face, making him unable to open his eyes.

The man who was bloodthirsty like a god of death just now had a confused face. He stood there blankly, as if a big hole had been dug in his heart, and countless blood gushed out.

It turned out that the little girl he had always liked was the one who had saved him twice.

No wonder the little girl has been in poor health since she was a child, no wonder she fell to the ground when he let go of his hand lightly that time, no wonder her physical condition is getting worse and worse, she can only stay in the room and can't go anywhere.

Unknowingly, Su Jingheng came to Jiang Ci's house alone.

This room is very girlishly furnished, and it was specially designed for Jiang Ci before marriage. Of course, what did he think?
Oh, he felt that the little girl must have been doted upon in the Marshal's Mansion before, but now that she is married to him, he must give her the best.

The man came to the bed, and the dark iron chain was thrown at the corner of the bed. Su Jingheng touched the chain, pulled his lips, and put it on for himself.

The man lay on the bed and greedily inhaled the breath on the quilt, which belonged to Jiang Ci.

Su Jingheng's eyes were lost, and he suddenly remembered that he had just got married, and he had to hug the little girl to sleep every day. He was big and hot, like a big hot stove, and Jiang Ci wanted to push him away every time.

The little girl was so coquettish, she turned her head and acted coquettishly: "Don't hug me, it makes me uncomfortable!"

Su Jingheng would smile softly, and hold him tighter in retaliation: "I don't want it."

In the past month, he realized how terrible a habit is. Just a small item will implicate a series of memories.

Su Jingheng wanted to sleep, and when he fell asleep, he would not think of Jiang Ci, his heart would not hurt, and his tears would not flow down.

Dreams are scary things, always reminding you of the people you have tried so hard to forget when you are not prepared.

For seven whole days, Su Jingheng locked himself on Jiang Ci's bed, feeling neither sad nor happy, and his limbs were already numb.

Usually, the maid would quietly put the food at the door, but no one came to pick it up from the beginning to the end. The hot food lost its heat and was cold, and was finally taken away.

Three days later, Qi Sheng couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed the door open and was about to yell at him, but found that the man on the bed closed his eyes tightly and didn't move. If it wasn't for the weak breathing that meant he was still alive, Qi Sheng would have To suspect that this person has no breath.

After being forced to swallow the porridge, the man woke up slowly, Qi Sheng's heart tightened with his empty eyes.

"Look at what you look like now, and you have learned to go on a hunger strike. Could it be possible that Madam will come back to see you if you starve to death?"

"You forgot, you killed the whole family, it's not bad for Madam if she doesn't come to seek revenge from you!!"

Qi Sheng showed no mercy and continued to sprinkle salt on Su Jingheng's scar.

The man moved his body, the sound of the chain shaking was heard, and Qi Sheng looked over.

His lips were trembling with anger, he pointed at the iron chain, hating iron for being weak: "You are simply unreasonable!"

Su Jingheng looked at his wrist, and suddenly a tear flowed from the corner of his eye. It was the first time that the proud and cold young warlord showed such a fragile appearance.

"In just seven days, my wrists and ankles were worn out. My little girl is so squeamish, she can be locked for months, how dare I..."

The man lowered his head, letting the tears slide to the corners of his mouth, salty and bitter.

The boy does not cry easily, but it is not when he is sad.

(End of this chapter)