Chapter 271

Jos saw a string of English titles on the TV, and then he saw the translated Chinese characters.

Titanic.

Jos: "it's..."

She looked at the man beside her at a loss and strongly doubted whether he had put the wrong butterfly.

The man was silent. As soon as he sat down, the bread took out the palm of Jos's hand and put it in his arms. He touched his smooth hairy head and the cat's comfortable throat made a rumbling sound.

"Love movies?" Jos looked at the man.

The man looked back at her and laughed: "disaster movie."

In the same movie, men and women have totally different views.

Women can only see the beautiful and romantic love in the film, but men always ignore it.

This film is not Jing chihan's taste. In foreign films, there is absolutely no Titanic on his wall shelf. Maybe he doesn't have any popular films here. Moreover, his foreign language films have never been translated. This one with translation is obviously specially prepared for her.

In fact, Jos English is very good, but it's still a little difficult to watch a movie. I have to speak it slowly.

The film begins to show. Jos has seen it before, but it's a long time ago, and his memory is not very deep. This time, it's like watching it again.

When the ship hit the iceberg, it was unavoidable. Joss took a breath. The classic is the classic. No matter how many times you watch it, the feeling of being on the scene can't be avoided.

In the play, the man finally sinks to the bottom of the water, and the woman survives. Jos's eyes are a little red. The tragic love always makes people moved.

A big dry hand wiped away a drop of her tears, and joss looked at the man in his eyes.

His eyes were deep, holding her face, wiping tears, pinching the tip of her nose, and chuckling in a low voice: "it's just a movie, so into the play?"

"Maybe it's too good. The difference is too real." Thought, she sniffed, and a little sour.

The man put her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "but the woman is still alive, and she didn't die with her. It shows that she also understands that death is the most cowardly way."

Joss nodded, but ostrich said: "if it was me, probably, would rather sink with him."

The palm of his hand tightened, and joss, feeling wrong, withdrew from his arms and looked up at him: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." The man rubbed her hair, thin touch, let his fingers soft.

It's getting late, and I have to go to work tomorrow. Jos turns off the movie, takes the man's hand, and goes up to the second floor.

The door closed, the room was dark, two figures intertwined in the huge mattress, faint breathing sound, filled the whole night.

When it's over, joss is so tired that he falls asleep, but the man approves a dress, goes out of the balcony and lights a cigarette.

Misty smoke, stirred his eyes, he looked at the night outside hazy, eyes deep, expression some cold.

After a while, the mobile phone vibrated. He took it out and picked it up.

"I found them all." On the other end of the phone, the man's respectful and cold voice said: "it seems that they are going to start recently. Before that, I am sure to find out the person and discard it." The other side's tone is very common, as if a few people waste, two words to him, just a trivial matter.

Jing chihan took another puff of tobacco, and the faint smell of tobacco spread in his mouth.

"No

The other end of the phone was obviously stunned: "Mr. Jing..."

"Let them do it." His voice, calm and calm, seemed to discuss, not his own business: "you continue to collect the evidence, what I want is to completely let them have no place to turn over, so this battle must be fought in the open."

"But Madame will be in danger." His wife, of course, was joss. Men don't understand why the boss is willing to take such a big risk when he clearly considers his wife's life so important.

"She will not." His voice is light cool, in the heart, already planned everything: "there is danger, it is me."

The man understood something and immediately objected: "Mr. Jing, you can't have an accident!"

How many people are waiting for Jing to fall down, and how many people are waiting for Jing to die? How can he fulfill those people's wishes? What's more, once he gets down, many things will be paralyzed. He can do things normally, but his progress is greatly hindered.

This man is too important. He should not be hurt. He has no capital to be hurt.

The man expressed great opposition, but Jing chihan seemed to have thought it out clearly and did not hesitate: "tomorrow I will send you something, and you will do it."

The other end answered and asked, "is there no other way? They want their wife's life. If you do, it's likely that... "

"I'll be careful."

"But why? Clearly can be avoided, why should Baba get hurt? Even if you don't die, if you are seriously injured, or paralyzed, or have other problems... Always, I don't agree with you, and I believe your wife doesn't agree with you. " Men seem to be a little out of control, the voice of the phone, also increased a lot.

Jing zhehan leaned lightly on the chair. The cigarette in his hand was at the end. He put out the cigarette end and breathed out for a long time, but his voice was as cold as ever: "no reason, hang up."

Close the cell phone, he stood up, went into the room, light handed on the bed, the woman around, into his arms, cuddle tightly, just feel much more comfortable.

In the morning, joss woke up first and looked at the time. It was still early, then he gazed at the man around him and his handsome face. Slowly, he lost his mind.

No matter how much you watch, it's so beautiful.

She thought happily in her heart. She raised her finger and poked his chin. After a while, she leaned up, gave a kiss on it, and then retreated slightly.

The man didn't wake up, but joss knew he must.

Jing chihan sleeps shallowly. Usually when she wakes up, he wakes up. She doesn't have to guess the tacit understanding in the past few months.

Sure enough, when she pinched the tip of his nose again and mischievously, the man opened his mouth, bit her finger, turned over and pressed her down.

With a giggle, Jos put his hand around his neck and buried his head in his arms.

The man who woke up early in the morning, with a low voice, bit her earlobe: "fun?"

"Well, it's fun." Her cheek slightly red admit, the smile at the bottom of the eyes, never reduce.

The man kisses her lips, breath deep, probe more.

This early morning, it is in a period of war and chaos, to start.

After getting up, joss looked at his cell phone and made sure there was no missed answer, no text message, no e-mail.