Chapter 348

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows at the thought of Jos's pretty, quiet little face.

He doesn't want to. What's wrong with her.

That woman, with Jing chihan, is a disaster.

She so innocent background, so simple in the first half of her life, should have continued to walk quietly, but always, get into these things.

Thinking of this, he thought of the bracelet.

After that, she didn't wear it, and she didn't know that she was thrown away by Jing chihan. Put it away.

……

Jing Zhongqing went to bed together. After washing, he just went out.

The door of Mo Xin's room is wide open. She is reading the mail in it. She hears the sound in the corridor. When she looks at it, she sees a familiar figure of a man.

She Leng for a while, this time, isn't Qing in sleep?

She closed the computer, got up and went out. At the door, she looked at the man who had come to the elevator and was waiting for the elevator. She opened her mouth and said, "where are you going?"

The man looked back at her.

This simple look, but Mo Xin scared a big jump.

His eyes, black as if to drip ink, full of her can not understand the deep, let her suddenly surprised a lot.

Mo Xin flustered for a while, but more worried: "what happened? Why do you... "

The man didn't say a word. At this moment, the elevator arrived. He went in and closed the door.

Looking at the elevator door slowly closed, Mo Xin knew that something must have happened, and quickly called Chris.

He told the situation briefly, called John again, and said the same thing again.

They all came to China for fear that Jing Zhongqing would do anything crazy when he returned to this familiar loess land. They all had to stare at him.

And his eyes just now, Mo Xin saw madness from inside.

God forbid. I hope nothing happens.

……

At 4 p.m. New York time, Jing chehan got off the plane, and there was already someone waiting outside.

He got into the car and said, "where is she?"

Waiting for a man, a foreign face, a pure American. His skin is very white, a pair of green eyes: "Madame three days ago has left the manor, sir is still receiving treatment."

"Do you know where she's gone?" Asked Jing chihan.

The man shook his head and drove the car.

Jing Zhentian was in the United States for treatment. In order to improve his health, he bought a manor in the suburb where the air is better. It's not a small area, good geographical conditions and fresh air. Recently, he has been much better.

When Jing chihan arrived at the gate of the building called Skye manor, a servant had already opened the door.

He got out of the car and went in.

Villa inside, gloomy light, it is not clear. Today is a cloudy day. The light in the living room is not bright enough. As soon as you go in, it gives you a very uncomfortable feeling.

Jing chihan narrowed his eyes and looked around. Soon, on the garden balcony, he saw a figure sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing him.

He walked over with steady steps.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man who was pruning the flowers didn't look back. His voice was hard: "I don't know, you still have time to see me."

Jing chihan stood behind him, calm and silent.

Did not hear the voice of the unfilial son, Jing shook the day frown, partial head looked at one eye.

But seeing his cold eyes and deep expression, he was not surprised: "what's the matter?"

Jing chihan was silent. He only looked at the wooden stairs that spread to the living room and the second floor. After a while, he asked, "where's mother?"

"She?" Jing shook day not angry but Wei's face, with a few silk cold meaning: "with friends to travel, the day after tomorrow back."

Jing chihan pursed his lips and went upstairs without making a sound.

Jing Zhentian threw away the flowers and plants in his hand, rotated his wheelchair, and roared angrily at his back: "even if my father didn't shout, it would be very strange. Stop for me."

Jing chihan stopped and looked back at him.

Jing Zhentian pushed his wheelchair over: "what's the matter?"

For this father, Jing chihan's mentality is complex. He is neither Pro nor obnoxious. In a word, it's not too much to say that he is a nodding friend.

He slightly closed his eyebrows, looked at his angry eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Jing Zhongqing is back."

"Well?" Not surprisingly, Jing shook the sky and changed his expression.

Jing chihan sneers sarcastically, turns around and goes upstairs.

He didn't intend to tell the father about Jos. He couldn't help him. Maybe he would be happy instead. He didn't know who joss had offended, and that was why he was not accepted.

Now, leaving aside the latest news from Jing Zhongqing, the father who loves his son deeply has a lot to do.

As for Jing Zhongqing, Jing Zhentian has always been more tolerant. The woman who was surnamed at that time didn't see how much Jing Zhentian liked her. But Jing Zhongqing was probably too much like him. He probably hoped that it was the eldest son who stayed with him for a long time.

His youngest son is eccentric, stubborn and stubborn. Instead of inheriting half of his points, he inherited his grandfather's temperament. When he was still alive, the father was suppressed for decades. As soon as he left, he was free and relaxed.

He is like a grandfather. To Jing Zhentian, he is just not pleasant.

The contradiction between father and son has always been continuous.

Jing zhehan didn't think much about it. Nothing in this hypocritical home attracted his interest. He went up to the second floor, judged the location, and went to the door of Xue Ying's room.

He twisted the door and was locked.

He didn't care and called a servant to open the door.

The servant said that there was no spare key in the lady's room.

He didn't say a word. He raised his foot and kicked the door. The lock was loose, but it didn't open.

The servant was startled and stepped back a few steps. Unexpectedly, the young master who didn't see many faces was so rude.

Jing Zhentian heard a voice downstairs and looked up at the corridor on the second floor. His voice was cold: "what are you doing? Come all the way here to tear down the house? "

Jing chihan didn't even look at him. He kicked his foot again. This time, he was much stronger and kicked the door open.

Inside, it was dark. There was no light on. Even the curtains were tight.

He turned on the light, which was as bright as day.

This is the second bedroom. Since Jing Zhentian's bad days, the couple, who are extremely affectionate to the outside world, have already split up their rooms. In the United States, there is no exception.

The decoration of the room is very elegant, with strong Chinese characteristics, light sandalwood smell, diffuse in the nose.

He went in, looked around and opened the laptop on the desk.