The silence speaks

Nothing was said.

At that time, Wang Jia knew that she had been abandoned for only three days, and if it was longer, it would only be three months, so she thought that he could help her, which was simply fantastic.

Jiang Mingfan's hands on the table trembled for a moment, and even his face became unnatural at that moment, but he calmed down soon. Wang Jia, who had his back to Jiang Mingfan, couldn't know all this.

He had no intention of explaining, even if he knew, Wang Jia just wanted an explanation for what happened today, Jiang Mingfan gritted his teeth, and what he said was against his will after all, "Since you know, then don't do such boring and ridiculous things that make yourself An embarrassment."

Clenching his fists tightly, he turned around and walked towards Jiang Mingfan, picked up the board on the desk, knelt down one meter in front of the desk, raised the board high, and scrambled a few words in his mouth for a long time. With a whip, he said, "Wang Jia is being unreasonable, please punish me."

"It's Wang Jiahong, not Wang Jia." Without even looking at him, Jiang Mingfan was busy with his own affairs, Wang Jia paused, and then repeated "Wang Jiahong is unreasonable, please punish him", The sound fluctuates from time to time.

The raised hands were trembling, and the posture was out of shape, and the things in front of him seemed to have become a little blurred.Jiang Mingfan seemed to be busy with other things, but he was listening to Wang Jia's breathing every second. He was not a tyrant, and he would teach Wang Jia a lesson in the greatest pain, but he would never hurt him. Not before, and not six years later.

Just when Wang Jia thought he couldn't hold on for a second, Jiang Mingfan took the board away.But he didn't let him put down his sore arm. Wang Jia wanted to take a rest, so he could just do it for a while, but it was obvious that Jiang Mingfan knew his limit better than him.

He conveniently placed the cup of hot tea in Wang Jia's still-raised hand, "You can rest when the tea is cold."

Hearing what Jiang Mingfan said, Wang Jia felt a wave of despair, but at this moment, a storm-like beating on Chu did not make him so frightened.The tea is not freshly brewed boiled water, it’s hot enough to hold in your hand and you want to put it down, but it’s a temperature that won’t hurt your skin other than pain, Wang Jia knows, there’s no room for negotiation, just trembling her arms , trying to hold the teacup steady, "Yes."

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