His Canary

Many days of rain and rain, the damp air is mixed with cold, which makes people a bit depressed.

Tick, tick ...

Crystal clear drops of water slipped down the window, and a circle of water vortices accumulated on the table. Dong Ci looked at the window silently for a moment, and finally opened the window.

Pointing your fingertips into the water vortex, the icy cold feeling spreads upwards along the fingertips instantly, with a different kind of numbness, which is very comfortable.

"lady."

The damp wind only blew in for a moment, and someone immediately came over to close the window.

Aunt Zhang took the shawl on her and said softly. "Mr. Jing has told you that you have been weak recently and you can't be so cold."

Dong Ci ignored the rain and covered his fingertips in the entrance with the rain, still looking out the window.

She hasn't been out in a long time ...

At first, because he was too weak, he could only stay quiet at home. Later, it was because her disobedience annoyed Jing Rong, so he blocked all her freedom.

The sound of rain outside was so near and so far, Dong Ci knocked on the transparent glass window, his smile astringent.

The world outside was so close to her, but such a layer of innocent-looking glass blocked all her paths.

Dong Ci buried her chin in her arms. She knew that there was a camera in the hall and she could see her every move, but she took advantage of Aunt Zhang's inattention and pushed the window into a small gap ... …

Just a little gap is enough.

The cool air outside penetrated into the tip of her nose, finally making her more comfortable. Instead of feeling energetic, she felt more sleepy.

She recently suffered from frequent insomnia. She barely fell asleep last night. She was exhausted. Now, with this light sleepiness, she soon fell asleep.

"..."

The rain stopped unconsciously, but the sky did not clear, it was still gloomy, and it looked very dull.

Dong Ci didn't sleep well, and in a daze, she seemed to hear Aunt Zhang talking. Her eyelashes twitched slightly, but she was awake instantly.

"Aunt Zhang." Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse, but she was still soft.

Dong Ci took off his shawl and walked to Aunt Zhang who had just hung up the phone and asked. "Who's calling?"

"It's Mr. Jing." Aunt Zhang smiled slightly and continued. "He asked me to tell you that he will temporarily go abroad to work, and he will not come back in a few days."

"He is going abroad?"

Dong Ci's voice trembled, and he secretly tightened the shawl in his hand, so he continued to ask calmly, "So did he tell you the specific date of his return?"

Aunt Zhang thought about it and shook her head. "Mr. only said that he would go abroad for a few days, and did not say when he would come back."

Seeing her bow her head in disappointment, Aunt Zhang felt amused and could not help but ridicule, "Is Mrs. reluctant to leave?"

She hasn't been here for a long time, but she can also see that the man in this house put her on the top of her heart, so it is natural to think that Dong Ci was reluctant to leave.

Perhaps in her eyes, the two are extremely affectionate, but their appearance is sometimes an illusion, and many things cannot be seen with their eyes. Just like she didn't know, how happy Dong Ci was at the moment because she learned that Jing Rong had left.

He left, does that mean she can go out?

Although Jing Rong did not say a specific date for his return, even if she could only go out for a few hours, she was very happy.

The villa has three exits, two of which are guarded by bodyguards, and only one is unguarded. Because the iron door was locked for a long time.

She knew that the key to the door had been placed in the study by Jing Rong, so she did not hesitate and went directly to the study to get the key.

She hasn't been out for a long time, and today, taking this opportunity, she will go out anyway.

"..."

With a trembling hand to open the carved gold flower iron door, Dong Ci felt that her heart was beating fast. This fresh feeling, she had not felt it for a long time ...

‘Click——’

The lock of the iron door made a clear sound, and Dong Ci took a breath and slowly reached out to push the door.

"Xiaoci."

Just when she was about to push the door open, the low-magnetism behind her instantly made her move, and she turned back incredulously. After seeing the scene standing behind her, the light in her eyes instantly dimmed. .

How could he not go abroad?

"What are you doing?" It seemed that she could not feel her uneasiness. Jing Rong's thin lips slightly hooked, and her dark eyes stared at Dong Ci closely.

His voice was so plain that Dong Ci couldn't hear the anger.

"I……"

Dong Ci bit his lip slightly, and was nervous for a moment, not knowing what to say.

She squeezed the key in her hand, and for a moment, she even wanted to push the iron door open without hesitation, so she rushed out.

"Are you and Aunt Zhang saying you are going abroad, why are you back?" She took a quiet step back and tried to distance her from Jingrong.

Jing Rong swept her small movements into her eyes, squinting towards her clenched hands, the beautifully curved chin on the slight side, squinting towards the unknown place behind her.

"I'm going abroad, but I can't rest assured you."

He showed a light smile, which made his already delicate face even more touching. His eyes were deep, and after seeing Dong Ci put his hand back on the iron gate, he shouted again.

"Xiaoci, lock the door and come to me."

This sentence seems to be a □ □, almost after Dong Ci heard this sentence, he did not hesitate to open the iron door, lifted his legs and ran out ...

Because of the rain just now, the wet area on the road was full of puddles. Dong Ci ran away regardless, she only knew that she could never let Jing Rong catch it.

He had seen through her intentions and was caught by him at this moment, and the only thing waiting for her was punishment.

Dong Ci stepped into the water, and the rain splashed on her lap, she didn't even notice it.

"Madam, please go back." She could not hear the footsteps behind her. She thought that she had thrown away Jingjing, but she did not expect a row of bodyguards to jump in front of her.

Dong Ci was forced to stop, because he ran too fast and his breath was extremely unstable. She gasped, but turned back and found that Jing Rong was still standing.

He didn't move, but his eyes fell slightly, and half of his profile was hidden in the shadows, making Dong Ci not knowing what he was thinking.

This man is no longer the arrogant teenager. He used to express at least his emotions on his face, but now he has grown into a man, calm and unpredictable.

He is deep like a black lake, unbelievable, unclear, and deadly dangerous.

"Arong." Dong Ci shouted with a trembling voice. Although he was unwilling, Dong Ci had no choice.

It was as if the bird that had just flown out of the cage was recaptured, and when he stepped back into the iron gate again, Dong Ci felt that his strength had been evacuated.

"I thought you wouldn't run away in my face."

Jing Rong has rarely smoked, but today she lit a cigarette in front of her.

Between the smoke and the smoke, Dong Ci's indifferent face made Dong Ci a little unclear. He obviously did nothing, but Dong Ci was inexplicably panicked.

"I didn't want to escape ..."

She shook her head slightly, trying to explain something, but Jing Rong didn't seem to listen to her explanation, leaned over and patted her cheek, and said slowly. "Come on, lock that iron door, don't let me say it again."

"..."

There seemed to be a dull thunder in the distance, and the sky was darker. Dong Ci watched the iron door close in front of her, and then ... she had to lock it herself.

She knew that Jing Rong did it on purpose. He just wanted her to see all her hopes shattered, just like he once destroyed all her dependence.

The fingertips holding the key were pale, and Dong Ci bit her lips to restrain her emotions. She trembled and inserted the key into the lock cylinder. She couldn't lock her hand anyway.

She had just stepped out of the door, and Dong Ci knew deeply that once she locked the door, all her back roads were blocked.

"Could not bear?"

"Still giving up?"

Jing Rong's patience has always been very poor. Seeing Dong Ci standing by the iron gate for a long time, he didn't come back. The lip line was slightly pursed, and even holding her wrist gave some strength.

"Why don't you let me go out, my illness is obviously healed."

‘Ka——’ Jing Rong held her hand and forced her to lock the door. His big palm easily held Dong Ci ’s small hand in his palm, and then pulled the key out of her hand mercilessly.

"Go back with me."

He didn't answer her words, long arms swept her across her, leaned over and rubbed her cold cheeks. "I didn't want you to show up outside, but from today, maybe you can't even get out of the door of the villa."

"You are always so disobedient."

Obviously it was such a cold voice, but at the moment Jing Rong still kissed her lips softly.

The breath is full of oppressive breath on him, and Dong Ci has never repelled his closeness like this.

Unconsciously reaching out, she refused. She turned her head away from his kiss and said with a trembling eye, "Why are you locking me like this?"

"Just because I am your husband, the only person you can rely on in your life."

"But what's the difference between me and your mistresses?"

Dong Ci has always been a well-behaved girl. After meeting Jingrong, she became more docile and harmless.

However, it is exactly the same, she will be restricted by him everywhere, controlled by him.

This should be the first time she talked to him this way, because she was so nervous that she clutched his shirt tightly, saying nothing. "Maybe I'm not as good as those mistresses, at least they are free, and I am not only free but also have nothing!"

"Miss. Nothing, nothing?" Jing Rong's eyes were dark, and his eyes slowly chewed the two words.

"It's funny." His footsteps just stopped for a moment, and he hurriedly walked toward the villa.

"Xiaoci, how can you compare yourself to your mistress?"

Jing Rong's dark eyes looked straight at Dong Ci, and the thin lips were slightly cool. "The mistress at least knows that waiting for me to coax me happy, but what else would you do besides letting me serve you and me?"

Ignoring Aunt Zhang's eyes, Jingrong went upstairs a few steps, pushed the door of the bedroom to push her against the door, pinched her chin and continued to ask slowly, "Come and tell me yourself, have you ever waited? Mine, eh? "

Seeing Dong Ci's shell teeth clenched her lips tightly, Jing Rong narrowed her eyes, forcing her fingers into her mouth.

"Why didn't you talk because you didn't?"

At this time, Dong Ci's face was pale, and her weak body didn't know whether it was because of fear or cold.

Jing Rong held her and walked to the bed, feeling the little girl's struggle in his arms. He snorted and seemed to be sarcastic about her overwhelming.

"Xiaoci, I always scorn you when you make trouble, and today, I am really angry."

"Since you have to compare yourself with your mistress, it's not as good. How about serving you for me this time?"

"..."