Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 148 Let them wait for her familiar tobacco aroma in his arms. It is clear and cold, not as pungent as most smoke, but has some refreshing mint flavor. The sub-mind can be settled down by this.

Duan Zijin grabbed the corner of his clothes, and tears fell from her eyes. She didn't want to cry at first, but when she heard the subtle comfort in his deep and hoarse voice... she became fragile for no reason. Sensitive up.

Women are always like this. They seem invincible to many people, just because those people have not entered her heart.But for the one he really loves, his words, words, or even a punctuation mark can easily arouse her urge to cry.

Until the front of his shirt was soaked with tears, Jiang Lin didn't hear the woman in his arms make a sound.Then, there was a slight male voice above her head, a little displeased, more helpless, "Who taught you not to make a sound even when you cry?"

She was crying so depressed, it seemed that the tears didn't just wet his shirt.

There was also a certain pulsating organ in her chest, and several times she felt like she was about to drown in her misty eyes.

Jiang Lin's gaze sank, and he picked her up from the bed.Duan Zijin frowned suddenly, and his movements stopped immediately, "Where does it hurt?"

Duan Zijin shook his head and tugged at his sleeve, "Your hand..." Before she finished speaking, she changed the subject, "Are you going to take me out? I can go by myself."

Jiang Lin lowered his eyes, glanced at his unconscious right hand, the deep gully between the eyebrows flattened a little, and said lightly: "You don't have much flesh on your body, even if you only have a left hand, I can still hold you .”

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The setting sun sank into the sea level, and the red glow dyed half of the sky in the evening. This majestic and thrilling handwriting made people feel deeply powerless against the power of nature.

The bodyguards sent by Shao Yucheng and others stood by in front of the gate of the mountain temple and in every corner of the temple. They wore dark suits and did not take off their sunglasses at night, as if they were afraid of being seen.Everyone has an earphone hanging on their left ear, with a regular and strict posture, and a glance shows that they are usually well-trained.

The bodyguards patrolling around saw the door of the wing room opened, and hurriedly lowered their heads to meet him. Before he could ask any questions, the tall and straight man walked past him with the woman in his arms.

He raised his foot to follow, but when he heard the man's calm but unquestionable voice, he stopped suddenly.

"No need to follow."

The bodyguard never hesitated, "Yes, Mr. Jiang."

He did not go far, he just carried Duan Zijin to the Buddhist hall.

"What did you bring me here for?" Duan Zijin frowned, the strong sandalwood fragrance in the air lingered for a long time, and he didn't know how many pilgrims were received here during the day.

Jiang Lin opened the four windows of the Buddhist hall, and the cool night breeze came in.Without thinking about it, he took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, but didn't answer her question.

Soon, the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion on the opposite side was opened, and the young monk came straight over with a scripture in his hand, and bowed to Jiang Lin.Probably what happened during the day left him with lingering fears. At this time, he did not dare to look the man in the eyes, and hurriedly said: "Amitabha, the master said, recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra three times, and dedicate it to the ghosts in the nightmare." , you can dream peacefully at night..."

Duan Zijin was startled, sitting on the futon, raised his eyes and saw the man's resolute and stylish side face, his outline was clearly gentle and handsome, but the masculinity that could not be violated all over his body gave her enough sense of security.

The little monk closed the door of the Buddhist hall, Jiang Lin turned around and knelt beside her on one knee.This posture made his well-tailored trousers stretched tightly by the smooth muscles of his legs. From the beginning to the end, he pursed the corners of his lips, staring darkly at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

Yemeng Anle... Duan Zijin seemed to be struck by lightning, and suddenly understood his purpose of bringing her to the Buddhist hall.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing, "Professor Jiang, as a key researcher of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the pillar of the IAP, why don't you tell me that you still believe in ghosts and gods?"

Jiang Lin raised his eyelids to look at her, and moved his thin lips lightly, calmly saying, "I don't believe it."

"Why don't you believe me and show me the Ksitigarbha? I don't believe it either!"

"If you don't believe me, don't be woken up by the nightmare, throw yourself into my arms and cry." Jiang Lin said, his tone became a bit deeper and more solemn, "Let's see if you dare to run around alone in the future."

He would rather use a method he never believed in to eliminate her karma and nightmares.

Because there was no other way, and I couldn't bear to see her suffer.

There was a hint of sweetness in his heart, and Duan Zi shook his head obediently, "Don't dare, definitely not."

She was almost scared out of her wits just once...

Her cuteness and obedience made the man very useful, and her condensed face looked a little better.

"I don't believe in these things..." His voice echoed in the quiet and empty Buddhist hall, "but my mother does."

When the last four words were spoken, there seemed to be some emotions in the voice that took a turn for the worse.Although he hid it very deeply, Duan Zijin still noticed it.

his mother.She knew that that woman had an extraordinary meaning in Jiang Lin's heart six years ago.

She must be a very good person...to educate such an excellent son.

Duan Zijin took the Ksitigarbha Sutra in his hand, and flipped through two pages, full of incomprehensible Sanskrit, or esoteric and obscure sentences, her eyes blurred after reading it for a long time, she withdrew her gaze, and blinked hard. In the blink of an eye, from the corner of the eye, I suddenly caught a few pages of paper on the incense table under the Buddha statue.The paper is clean and tidy, and the footer floats slightly with the hot air from the candle. Looking at the texture and color, it doesn't look like it has been placed for a long time.

She propped herself up on the ground, and Jiang Lin quickly stood up with her, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

The tone of voice was not good, but his arms were always in a position to support her.

Duan Zijin walked under the Buddha statue and reached out to pick up one of the pages.

Seeing her actions, Jiang Lin's eyes were filled with light and traceless mist. Seen from a distance, it was pitch black and bottomless.

Duan Zijin focused all her attention on the paper in her hand, and she quickly recognized that it was the book she had just read. Commemorating the deceased, a total of more than 2000 words, copied four times.The font is strong and pierces through the back of the paper. It can be seen that the person who wrote the calligraphy originally wrote good handwriting with ease, but it seems that with a little awe, he wrote each word carefully and slowly.

This handwriting is all too familiar to her.

Duan Zijin was silent for a moment, put the scriptures back, turned around and asked him, "Did no one tell you that you have to copy the Ksitigarbha Sutra seven times?"

Her tone was clear and calm, but it made the man a little unpredictable.Unexpectedly, she would recognize his words, Jiang Lin was slightly startled, and then sank again, vaguely feeling that the little woman in front of him seemed unhappy.

Duan Zijin was indeed unhappy.If it was supposed to be a joke, she couldn't laugh at all.

More than 1 words, how can Jiang Lin's right hand bear it?

It's not that she forbids him to be filial to his mother, but when he ignores himself, she is inexplicably unhappy.

She valued his safety more than her own life, so how could she tolerate other people's harm?

Not by anyone, in any form.

The corners of Jiang Lin's lips were originally straight without any curvature, but now they are even more pressed down.If it wasn't so, just looking at the demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes, you can only see a kind of indifference, "The remaining three times are recited by mouth. The abbot said that sincerity leads to spirit, it's not a big problem."

Duan Zijin's heart trembled when he heard the words.

She knew this man so well that he would never choose to give up halfway and go to the Buddhist hall to recite scriptures until he couldn't write.

What about his hands now?

Before asking, there was a regular knock on the door outside the Buddhist hall.

Jiang Lin took her unnatural expression into his eyes, and for a moment, she didn't know what unhappy things had occurred to her, so he ignored the people outside the door, and asked her with frowned eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Duan Zijin ignored him, raised his eyes to look at the door, and walked to open the door as soon as he turned his toes.

Jiang Lin took a step ahead of her, and stood sideways in front of her. Under his handsome eyebrows, his eyes were fixed, "I'm asking you something!"

"Open the door first." Duan Zijin really didn't know what to say to him. She was anxious, angry and distressed, but everything he did was for his mother, which was reasonable, and she couldn't even lose her temper.

His complexion was not very good, and his tone became cold: "Let them wait!"

"What are you waiting for! What if it's the abbot?" Duan Zijin pushed him, "I'll go if you don't open the door!"

Jiang Lin's eyes darkened, as if he was worried by her words.Di Hei's eyes were still freezing cold, but his feet were already moving towards the door.

The moment the door was opened, the bodyguards outside were suddenly frightened by the two blade-like sights inside.

"what's up?"

There was no tone, no warmth in the voice, but it made the bodyguard nervous for no reason——

He has a feeling that if what he said now is not big enough, Mr. Jiang will definitely take him down!

Fortunately, there was someone blocking the knife for him, "Sir, it's the satellite phone call from Mr. Shao, there is something urgent."

Jiang Lin's brows sank, and his heart became even more angry. Before he could tell him to get out, a woman's lazy voice came from behind him: "Mr. Jiang will go right away."