Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 147 Isn't it hard to bear it?Duan Zijin nodded, his red eyes were wet with tears, and asked him in a bad tone: "Why did you help her block that?"

Jiang Lin understood. It turned out that she had seen everything before leaving silently.

He stared at the woman sitting beside him, her brown eyes were clouded by mist, and his aggrieved and sad expression made his heart tighten.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Lin had no excuse for this matter, he could only say, "Don't be angry."

angry?Duan Zijin glared at him suddenly, "Why do you think I'm angry?"

Jiang Lin's long black and handsome eyebrows were condensed, and he said in a deep voice: "What happened that day was just an accident, and it has nothing to do with Belle, who would have changed it..."

"I can't change anyone else!" Duan Zijin's tears fell instantly, "Don't you know what happened to your own hand injury? Why are you so selfless and fearless?"

Jiang Lin's calm and calm eyebrows suddenly showed an unconcealable astonishment, which made his chest tremble.

She was angry because he ignored his injuries, not because, that person is Belle?

All the words of persuasion were blocked by her questioning, Jiang Lin tightened his arms and held her in his arms, the turmoil in his heart gradually calmed down.

Seeing the tears she shed for him, his heart was so soft that he could barely beat, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Don't cry."

What a proud woman she is, but he is the only one in the whole world who can easily make her cry.Jiang Lin's mood was very complicated. Although his heart ached so much, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Duan Zijin knew that if they continued to discuss this topic, there would be no results.

She can't let him see the injustice in the future and stand on the sidelines. Even if she lets him, he will definitely not agree.

She couldn't express how she felt in her heart, but seeing his right hand as if it was useless, she wished she could bear this pain for him.

The woman in front of him shed more and more tears, Jiang Lin let out a deep sigh.He heard that women are made of water, but he didn't believe it before.

He raised his left hand and patted her on the back lightly. Before he could say any comforting words, Duan Zijin's face crumpled under his gaze.

Jiang Lin's eyes froze, his raised left hand froze in the air, and he didn't dare to move, "What's wrong?"

It took her a long time to stretch her brows, and she didn't answer, but he had already taken off her windbreaker by himself, and the moment his dark eyes touched her back, his voice was as cold as frost: "Duan Zijin, your back What happened to the injury?"

He didn't take off her shirt, and it was enough to find that her back was seriously injured, because something cut a big hole in her shirt, and the slender flesh inside was exposed, faintly bruising, looking It doesn't look like a fresh injury.

Duan Zijin bit her lip, feeling extremely guilty.

On the evening of the first day when she arrived in Qimen, in order to save the old beggar, she was severely scratched by the handlebar of a bicycle.At that time, the old beggar had reminded her that her blouse was already torn.Fortunately, she didn't wear a windbreaker at that time, so she didn't scratch it together.Later, I searched for the Chen Family Ancestral Temple, searched for the ancient town cemetery, and finally climbed the mountain in the middle of the night...

Who remembers this?

It was only after being touched by his hand just now that I felt pain belatedly.

"Duan Zijin!"

Jiang Lin's voice sounded calm and steady, but she could discern the deeply suppressed anger that was about to explode.

I don't know when he started, but he seldom called her by her full name.Every time he called, he was basically angry.

You coaxed her well just now, how can you change your face when you change your face?Duan Zijin coughed lightly, turned his head and flew into his arms, and continued to play tricks, "Jiang Lin..."

Her voice was deliberately decorated with charm and softness, Jiang Lin's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't buy it at all, "Get up!"

How can I get used to her habit of not explaining when she gets into trouble, and just acting coquettishly is the end of the matter?

Duan Zi raised his head to look at him sullenly, he was as docile as a cat, "Well...is it too late for me to cry now?"

There were blue veins throbbing in Jiang Lin's forehead, and he couldn't see his usual indifferent and calm appearance like a distant mountain, so he was so angry that he was so arrogant that he couldn't speak.

And when she said this, her eyes were indeed still red, and the tears that had been taken back with great difficulty were about to fall out again as if she didn't want money.

No matter how much Jiang Lin's temper was, he suppressed it back in his stomach.

His handsome and slender eyebrows were tightly frowned, less frighteningly sharp, and a little softer than before, but his tone was still displeased, "When did you get hurt? Can't you feel the pain?"

Duan Zi explained humbly: "It hurts... I didn't have time for pain at that time..."

All he wanted was to find out his whereabouts first, and he didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

The man's dark eyes are like ink that has been overturned, bottomless, but it can teach people to see the thick and cold haze in it, "Is there any injury, don't wait for me to see it myself."

Duan Zijin squeezed out a smile, pointed to a certain place, and asked him with a smile: "Does it count as an injury here?"

Jiang Lin's eyes were deeper and colder, and he followed her finger to see her heart. The corners of his eyes tightened, and he said solemnly after listening to Duan Zijin: "You doubt my feelings for you, and my heart aches."

After she finished speaking, she inadvertently saw Jiang Lin's expressionless face, and immediately denied it: "No more! I'm just joking!"

Jiang Lin's chest heaved violently twice, and he pulled her away from his arms, but caring about her wounds, he didn't dare to move too much, "Wait for me here, before I come back, you'd better think about how to explain you to me." This body injury."

He has to go to the abbot again for some gauze... Is this woman willing to wrap herself into a mummy?

When Jiang Lin left, he slammed the door of the wing room, as if all the anger that could not be directed at her had been vented on the door.

Duan Zijin stared at it blankly for a while, then burst out laughing suddenly.

Jiang Lin really... hasn't changed at all.

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He went for a long time.

Compared with the time when he came back, his complexion seemed to be deeper and dignified.

Jiang Lin just opened the door of the wing room, and a slender figure rushed over from inside.

He was startled, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the woman in her arms.She hugged him tightly, her thin body trembling in front of his broad and strong chest.

It was already late, but the lights were not turned on in the room. She should have been sleeping just now.

Jiang Lin didn't dare to reach out to hug her back, so he just hugged her waist, turned on the light, rubbed her hair with his hands, and asked in a low voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Duan Zijin raised his head to look at him abruptly, his little face was pale, and he said in shock: "You..."

How did he know?

Seeing her expression of being convinced by what he said, Jiang Lin's voice suddenly turned cold: "Aren't you very courageous? You dare to run into the cemetery alone at night!"

Duan Zijin was even more shocked, so shocked that he even forgot his fear.

Since coming out of the cemetery that night, whenever she fell asleep, she would dream about bad things.But these two days were exhausted physically and mentally, she would feel drowsy as long as she touched the bed, she couldn't sleep well, and she was even more tired when she woke up.

Duan Zijin lowered his head, no matter how he knew, he explained softly: "I'm afraid that something will happen to you, I dare not waste time, and I have no other choice but..."

Jiang Lin felt a sudden pain in her heart when she heard the words, the arms around her waist were gathered a little, and her tone was not as cold as before, "What do you want me to say about you?"

If it wasn't for the people sent by Yucheng and the others to see that she didn't go down the mountain all night, they chased her up and told him everything that happened that night. Was she planning to bury this in her heart and be afraid?

When talking about this incident, several big men who accompanied her and were sent to other cemeteries by her all had lingering fear on their faces.

And she was alone, broke into the largest cemetery in Qimen in the middle of the night, and searched there!

Just thinking about it, Jiang Linguang felt that his whole heart was bleeding out from someone's hand, and his breathing was painful.

No matter how courageous and arrogant she is, she is still just a woman.

Jiang Lin picked her up and put her on the couch.She kept looking at him, her eyes were wide open, around the brown pupils, the whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the fundus of her eyes was stretched with blue gray, she hadn't slept well for a few days.

How many times has Duan Zijin provoked him this day, but he was so frightened by her bewildered look that he lost his temper.

Yes, scary.

She was scared, and he was more scared than she was.

Suddenly remembered what she said about the injury on her back, she didn't have time to hurt... Was it also because she was in a hurry to find him?

Jiang Lin didn't speak, and carefully opened the clothes on her back, soaked the towel bought in the town in the afternoon with warm water, and wiped the dirt around the wound.When the cotton swab containing iodine touched her wound, Duan Zi shivered for a moment, Jiang Lin stopped immediately, his jaw tensed, and asked in a deep voice, "Can you bear it?"

She blinked her eyes and looked back at him, as if she had completely woken up from her dream, and smiled at him, "It's okay."

"How many times have you cried today?" Jiang Lin asked suddenly.

Duan Zijin's expression froze, and he said in embarrassment, "You still count this?"

"Not counted." Jiang Lin said lightly, "It's innumerable."

Duan Zijin blushed, trying to defend himself: "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

"Yeah." The man's voice fell from above her head, "Anyway, it's too many to count, and I don't mind adding one more."

Duan Zijin couldn't understand what he meant for a while, but the man stretched out his long arms to wrap her in his arms, and sighed softly, "Isn't it uncomfortable to bear it?"