Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 297 Mr. Jiang, with all due respect, you are really self-indulgent. Zijin looked at him and smiled slightly, "I don't have to stand in front of you. If you think it's easier to get over this hurdle, I'm happy to cooperate."

After she finished speaking, she saw the man's darkened eyes, which were pitch black, like the surface of the sea under the night, and there was no trace of the depths, whether it was dark tides or reefs.

In her peaceful gaze, the man let go of her, turned and left without saying anything.

Duan Zijin stared at that figure for a long time, until the servant closed the door, she came back to her senses and went upstairs.

In the bedroom, both children were soundly asleep. She walked lightly to the cradle, looked at Tremella's slightly wrinkled face, wondering what dream he had, her clean brows were slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were tightly closed. It was closed tightly, as if sleeping very unsteadily.

Duan Zijin reached out and touched his smooth and delicate face, and the tense emotions in his heart finally calmed down in the tranquility of the room.

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Duan Zipei rushed back to Yucheng overnight after finishing her work.

As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he saw a black Bentayga parked on the opposite side of the road. The lines of the body were elegant and majestic, and the paint color was inaccessible and cold.

Duan Zipei's face instantly sank.

Bentayga in this color is rare, black is a limited edition worldwide, and the price is ridiculously expensive.

He doesn't think this is a car that ordinary people pick up for leisure.

And this car just happened to be parked opposite his house at this moment.

Duan Zipei got out of the car, and approached the car against the bluish-white sky.

Before he could see who was sitting in the car, the door was opened first, as if it was just for him to see.

When Duan Zipei saw that handsome and indifferent face, his eyes suddenly became cold, "It's you."

It's only four o'clock in the morning.

The man in the car glanced at him lightly, and said in a rather cold tone, "What's the matter?"

Duan Zipei was so angry that he almost laughed, but there was no smile in Mo Lan's eyes, it was almost freezing cold, "Mr. Jiang, you parked the car downstairs at my house. Could it be that you are the one who has something to do?"

"Is this street driven by your family?" Jiang Lin unhurriedly took out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke quickly blurred his handsome face, making him look even colder, "I want to park the car in Where, do you want to give pointers too?"

"I'm warning you." Duan Zipei paused, "Don't think of her."

He had heard last night that Jiang Lin followed Youyou and broke into Duan's house without authorization.

He certainly wasn't so naive as to think that the man parked his car here because there were no more parking spaces in the garage of his villa.

Hearing this, the man stepped out of the car with his slender legs wrapped in trousers.Standing by the side of the car, leaning slightly against the body of the car, there was no emotion in the deep black eyes, but one could feel that there was something extraordinary in them, "You said those words to me two years ago just to let me The person you want to leave is convenient for you to take her away, she was still alive and well at that time, wasn't she?"

Rao's tone was so calm that there was no trouble, but Duan Zipei could still hear the ruthlessness between the lines.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang is angry, and he came to ask me to blame him?" He also folded his hands in his pockets, looking like a ruffian who refused to cooperate, but his handsome eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost, "She is indeed alive, but she is also alive Being dead makes no difference."

The man's Jun Mo's eyebrows finally showed some abnormal changes, he frowned, his face was gloomy, "What do you mean?"

"She lay unconscious on the bed for more than a year. She couldn't cry or laugh, and couldn't eat or drink water. She was hung with nutrient solution every day, and all kinds of tubes were inserted all over her body." Duan Zipei laughed coldly, "and Death is nothing but the gap between dying."

The man's face became even uglier. The cigarette butt at his fingertips burned his hand, but he didn't feel it was hot at all. He suddenly pinched the spark with his two fingers.

He had never seen such a scene, but he seemed to be able to imagine it.

Suddenly, he understood where her indifference to him today came from.

Duan Zipei looked at the calm but tightly tightened facial features of the man opposite, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he said: "Jiang Lin, if you really feel sorry for her, you will stop messing with her in the future. Without you She'll be better off."

better?The man narrowed his eyes, "In this case, why did she come back?"

Duan Zipei was stunned, "You don't think she came back to find you to continue her relationship?"

As he spoke, he thought it was funny, with an extremely mocking smile on the tip of his lips, "Mr. Jiang, with all due respect, you are really self-indulgent."

Hearing his sarcasm, the man didn't change his face, except for those black eyes that were terribly dark.

Duan Zipei took a step forward and lowered his voice, perhaps because his voice was lowered, so the sound of each word squeezed out from the gap between his teeth can be easily distinguished, "Don't think that she has loved you for eight years, just live I should be ruined by you for the rest of my life. People change. When she is willing to hold you, you are a glass; Feel ashamed, as a man, I feel ashamed for you."

Jiang Lin's palms were clenched tightly, and the blue veins on his forearms were clearly visible.

Duan Zipei didn't look at him again, turned around and entered the room.

The man stood for a long time on the deserted street at four o'clock in the morning.

It seemed like a century had passed before he let go of his fist and looked up at a curtained window in the Duan's villa.

Slightly closing his eyes, he got into the car and drove away.

Back at Jiang's house, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

This is already the second time he has come back tonight.

The first time was when Yu Song sent Meng Qingping back to the hospital, took him back to Jiang's house, and then drove away.

But Jiang Lin was lying on the bed, but his heart was flooded with emotion.

The thought of her being in this city, not far from him, made him toss and turn, unable to sleep.

In the past two years, the bedroom was still the same as when she left, and even the single sofa in the corner hadn't changed.

In fact, he didn't like the fluffy carpet on the floor, but he still let the servant come in to take care of it regularly, because it was something she liked.

As if keeping this carpet, keeping that single sofa, keeping traces of her life, she was always by his side.

Later, he picked up the stack of papers that he had framed and sealed two years ago.

Her thin but beautiful willow body is vivid on the paper.

That was the Buddhist scriptures she copied for his mother in Qimen.

She only copied a small part that night.Jiang Lin didn't even know when she had copied all three times.

But after thinking about it, he probably knew it. It should be the two months when he was stranded in Europe because of surgery after they parted ways in Europe.

He touched the handwriting, and some places on the paper were uneven, as if they were stained with water and then dried.

Such a picture gradually emerged in front of her eyes - she was alone, sitting at the desk, copying Buddhist scriptures, and weeping non-stop.

What kind of despair was that?

During those two months, she didn't know that he would come back in the future.

In the endless waiting, she wrote the stack of papers word by word.

The pain was dense and dense, as if a hand was tearing his heart fiercely, and he seemed to be able to see clearly the process of every muscle fiber being torn apart with his eyes open.

He once swore at his mother's grave to sever contact with the Willebrand family.

But after all, because of these three scriptures, the oath was broken.

Later, he went to Qimen alone, and he was not willing to enshrine her last handwriting in the Buddhist temple. He just copied it a few more times and knelt in front of his mother's grave to apologize.

He thought, if his mother Quanxia knew, she wouldn't blame him.

The more Jiang Lin read those words, the more he felt that there was no way to be at peace.So he took the key of another car by himself, and went back downstairs to her house again.

Just staring at her bedroom window for the whole night.

He didn't drive back to Jiang's house until Duan Zipei rushed back at dawn.

It was already 05:30 in the morning.

Jiang Lin still didn't feel sleepy at all.

The servants at home knew his life pattern, and they started fetching newspapers and making breakfast very early.

The man sat on the bed in the bedroom, watched the time pass by 06:30, took a shower, changed his clothes, and wore a rare white shirt and a navy blue tie. When passing by the door of the room, I looked at him more.

In the past two years, the husband's temper has changed a lot, and he is no longer as gentle and kind as before. She has nothing serious to do, and she doesn't even dare to take the initiative to talk to him.

But today the man stopped her and asked her, does this color tie look good?

Yiqing suddenly felt struck by lightning, which was very strange.

She blinked and remained silent for a long time.Seeing that the man frowned, and that indifferent and menacing demeanor overflowed from his handsome eyebrows, she hurriedly said, "Looks good, sir."

The man stared at her for a long time, and finally said hoarsely: "Go out."