Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 299 I Really Can't See Your Sincerity in Wanting to Die

He knew very well that even if the servant said eleven million good things, as long as she disagreed, he would not even think about crossing this door.

Duan Zijin is also very clear, if he really wants to cross this door, whether she agrees or not is actually just empty words without any binding force.

So she looked at the man's handsome face with lowered brows, wondering what he was pretending to be modest, polite and humble.

After a stalemate like this for a while, she let the door open lazily, "Come in."

There are more and more pedestrians coming and going on the street. An eye-catching man like Jiang Lin who does nothing and just stands there is a sight to behold. Standing at the door of her house is always too controversial.

It was night at least yesterday, but now it's broad daylight, Duan Zijin doesn't want to cause trouble.

Jiang Lin looked at the woman's back.

She was wearing loose and comfortable home clothes, and her long chestnut hair was shorter than it looked two years ago, and it should have been trimmed.The newly grown part near the top of the head is darker in color. It seems that it has not been dyed after it grows out. It is very casual, but it seems to be some kind of deliberate gradation, which is indescribably stunning.The long hair hangs down like a waterfall on the back, soft and delicate.

With the pace of her walking, the soft long hair swayed slightly, swaying into his heart.

It made Jiang Lin feel in a daze that the time was still two years ago, she was still his wife, and they were still at home, loving and sweet, and enjoying themselves happily.

Duan Zijin didn't know what the man opposite was thinking, his eyes as deep as ancient wells just looked at her without blinking, as if there was something on her face.

She didn't pay attention to it either, but quietly picked up the knife and fork to cut the bacon, her eyes were half-downcast, her eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, but her movements were calm, as if she didn't affect anything at all because of the extra person on the opposite side.

Jiang Lin handed the milk he brought in to the auntie, who was startled, "Why did you bring it here?"

His tone was very polite, polite but not lacking in indifference, his brows and eyes still had the wanton indifference and indifference, the moment he turned his head, his eyes lost the warmth when he was staring at the woman opposite him just now, his whole person instantly became indifferent and difficult to get close to, "I met the delivery man at the door."

meet?Duan Zijin didn't say a word, and there were a few hints of a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

How could he be so lucky that he could meet anything?

Auntie was a little baffled by the atmosphere between them, but she was also subconsciously afraid of the man's dark eyes, and the courage that seemed to be empty inside but sent chills down the spine.

"I'm going to warm up the milk." She took the milk at once and turned to the kitchen.

Only then did Duan Zijin raise his eyes and glance over there, the smile on his lips was still unreal, "You scared my aunt."

The man stared at her darkly, and his voice was hoarse and low, "Sorry."

No sincere apology.

He usually treats everyone like this, and the people around him have long been used to it.

Duan Zijin also smiled and stopped talking. This is not a big deal, and she doesn't need to make a big fuss about it.

After a not-so-pleasant breakfast, when the auntie was about to start packing, Duan Zijin smiled at her, "Go and rest for a while, Mr. Jiang and I have something to talk about."

The man's face became a little complicated at that moment. After the auntie left in response, his eyes caught her face, and he asked softly, "Tell me something?"

From last night to now, she rarely took the initiative to talk to him.

Duan Zijin leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were quiet, and he was charming without makeup, "I ate the rice, and the milk was delivered. Mr. Jiang, no matter whether you are on a whim or not, you should have enough fun, right?"

The man was slightly startled, his handsome brows were soon covered with a layer of haze, but his thin lips curled slightly.

It turned out that the initiative to speak was to say this.

A sense of deep and shallow oppression gradually spread in his chest cavity, as if the surrounding air was poisoned. He didn't dare to breathe hard, and the breath was blocked in his throat in one breath, and he couldn't sink it no matter what.

It's like, some kind of expectation suddenly disappeared.

"On a whim." He repeated her words inexplicably, his black eyes fixed on her, with strands of dim light welling up in the depths, "In your eyes, these things I do are just for fun, and they are very bores you, doesn't it?"

Duanzi stretched out his hand to take the half glass of milk on the table in a leisurely manner. Before his fingers could touch the glass, the man moved the glass away.

His expression was very calm, so calm that no emotion could be seen, "It's cold."

She didn't force it either, she curled her lips, smiled carelessly, ignored the matter of the milk, and said: "I thought I made it clear enough last night. Why, can't you understand?"

Jiang Lin still showed no expression, got up and walked to the kitchen, and came back after a while, holding a cup of steaming milk in his hand.

Duan Zijin really hated his way of boiling frogs in warm water, especially when his concern for her almost crossed the line and he was so quiet and went his own way.

It seems that what she said has no effect on him, and he has a self-contained attitude of "she is strong by her, and I am like a breeze crossing a river".

In this regard, Mr. Jiang is really stubborn for ten years.

When he brought the milk back, he didn't sit across from her again, but sat directly next to her, with a low voice, showing an invisible tension, "It's hot, drink it slowly."

Duan Zijin frowned and looked at him. When the man put down the cup and withdrew his palm, for a moment, she saw the red mark on his palm where the cup was scalded.

Seeing Duan Zijin staring at his palm, the man withdrew his hand without changing his expression.

The black eyes locked her face, and she didn't find the slightest worry on her face. Instead, her lips, which were even red without lipstick, fluttered lightly, and the words sounded like a thread, "Bitter tricks? Think I should feel sorry for you, and then you are so moved that you burst into tears? "

The man smiled faintly, as if he couldn't understand her sarcasm, but he clenched his hands tightly, "Then I should go out and hit a car, the success rate may be higher."

If she could change her mind by scalding her palms, it would be a waste of the pain she had almost died for him several times.

"Oh, that's good." Duan Zi held his chin and smiled lazily, "I only have one request."

The man smiled lowly, "Don't worry, I'm not at your door. I won't let you see me even if I die, and I won't disturb your cleanliness, huh?"

Duan Zijin froze for two seconds, his eyebrows slowly frowned, extremely displeased and irritable, "Since you know that you will disturb my innocence in front of me, what are you doing now?"

The man indifferently pushed the stale milk towards her, "I'm talking about the time of death."

He smiled deeply, "But if I'm alive, I can't see you. This is the only thing I can't promise you, because I can't control myself."

His words were maintained at the same rhythm from beginning to end, unhurried and well-organized, even though the content could not be spoken by a rational person at all.

"If you find it annoying, the only way." He paused, picked up the knife on the table, held the blade in his hand, and handed the handle to her, his expression still calm, "Kill me."

For a second, Duan Zijin was firmly intimidated by him.

She looked at this man carefully, and always felt that he seemed crazy, but he looked calmer than anyone else, calm and restrained, so calm that it was ridiculous.

After a while, she smiled, and looked down at the knife with lowered eyebrows, "A table knife, even cutting a steak medium-rare is difficult, if you let me stab you with it, I really can't see your sincerity in wanting to die. "

He didn't explain much, and took back the table knife without any fuss. His handsome face moved close to her, and his hoarse voice fell on her ear. The closer he got, the syllables became blurred, "I'll bring you a sharp knife next time." come."

While talking, the hot breath from his thin lips wrapped around her neck, making Duan Zijin extremely uncomfortable.

She wanted to retreat, but his hand was one step faster than her, wrapping around her waist, without giving her any room to retreat, suddenly buried his head, and kissed her neck delicately.

Duan Zijin's nerves seemed to be sharpened all of a sudden, his touch was like a flood sweeping through her heart, icy cold, the water level overflowed the warning line, and she was suffocated instantly.

What suddenly appeared in front of her was the shocking blood in the operating room.

I could almost feel a tearing pain in my lower abdomen.

"Go away!" She screamed, and she swept the milk on the table while struggling. The glass smashed on the ground and made a crisp sound, and the white milk splashed on his trousers.

Feeling the unstoppable trembling of the woman in his arms, Jiang Lin's brows sank, and his heart was suddenly struck by panic.

Her arms were stiff, but she tightened her grip, hugged her in her arms, and hurriedly said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yoyo, I..."

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was torn apart by another extremely domineering force, and then he greeted him with a fist, "Jiang Lin, I warned you, don't show up in my house again, don't show up in my house again." In front of her! Do you fucking deserve a beating!"