Chapter 183

Unconsciously, she held a rose flower in front of her hand. The path stabbed her fingertip sharply, and Jing Zhi suddenly took back her finger. Like jade, a little red flower quietly gathered on her fingertip. She looked at it in a daze. After a long time, she held her finger in her mouth, with a faint blood. The smell gradually filled her mouth. Jing Zhi stood there silently, like the sun, Her heart is like the snow ground, a desolate.

The original joy, the original joy, but gradually cooled down at this moment, I don't know why she would be so, she should be happy, should be excited, but it happened that there is no way to continue her excitement, I stand for a long time, just feel the heat wave rolling, her back is full of sweat, wet and sticky uncomfortable, walk to the small building, but the bottom of my heart is gradually Gradually, some self mockery came to her. It seemed that she was really not suitable for being a traitor and a villain. She was born with a kind heart, which made her suffer from conscience again after she had courage to do such a bad thing.

Although she had comforted herself in her heart, all she had done was nothing but a drop in the bucket for all the Fu family had gone through. Those she had retaliated for were not comparable for several lives of the Fu family, but after she knew that things had become, and that she had lost a surprising stroke to Meng family, she was excited and happy to succeed In the joy of the rapid fall. Fall to the valley of loss, and even rise up ridiculous guilt.

It's ridiculous.

Once those people used to brag and jeer in front of their relatives. At one time, those people just used some vicious words to make their father live and die. But after such a tragic event in their own home, how could those people ever feel guilty? Have you ever felt a little uneasy? Even though you thought you were the culprit, did you think you were wrong?

They have lost their goodness, but they are still high spirited and trampling on people to live their free life. As for her, she has turned her back on all the good things she once had and pushed herself to the evil path that she didn't want to step on at all. In the evil way, she just did everything that she could do for her children. She just did what she should because of the injustice and hatred Why does she feel guilty for her resistance?

Jingzhi only feels that her heart rate is gradually speeding up, and the sadness and indignation that she deliberately instigated has gained the upper hand. She stands under a cluster of lush branches, and her heart rate gradually begins to calm down. When she looks up, she sees their bedroom on the second floor, under the bright window, under the extended window sill, the mountain climbing tiger will climb up the window sill. The green permeates her eyes, and gradually Ironed her heart, she is not wrong, if it is really wrong, it is because those people are wrong first.

Jingzhi smiled slowly. She was small and bulging. Her stomach was heavy, and her baby seemed to be a little uneasy. It was really too hot. When Jingzhi got up, she felt that her steps were heavier and more than before. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Meng shaoting come down from upstairs.

After his bath, his hair was slightly wet, and the cool breath of his body after bath had the fragrance of mint. Because of the wet and fit hair pressing his cheek, he softened some of his cold and hard lines in the past. He didn't wear formal clothes as usual, but just casually set up a T-shirt and cotton home pants, but it was more beautiful and friendly.

When he saw her come in, he raised his lips and smiled as before. He went over to pull her hand and helped her to sit down on the sofa. "Why are you coming back now? It's not hot. Do you want to take a shower?"

Jing Zhi shakes her head slightly. The air conditioner in the living room is a little high. She sees him sitting for a while, and there is a layer of sweat on his forehead. She can't help but subconsciously say, "you turn up the air conditioner?"

He waved his hand, only gently holding her hand, looked down, and then said, "is the hand a little swollen?"

Jingzhi also went to see his hand, only thinking that it was the same as before, "no, the baby is only five months old, and it's not the time to start swelling."

"That's the time to get fat." He gently grabbed the tip of her finger, but heard a low cry of pain. Meng shaoting looked at her and went to see her finger again. There was a small red spot on her index finger, which was the wound just stabbed by the flower.

"Why are you so careless?" He frowned and sucked her fingers.

His tongue and tip are rolling. The hot temperature sweeps over her finger belly, and her sensitive body quivers. Subconsciously, he wants to retract, but he holds her hand tighter, and the soft tongue. The tip glides all the way. The force is domineering and strong, but the speed is extremely slow. From the finger tip to the finger belly, and then to the thin joint, he kisses her finger and makes a fire from her His fingertips burn to his heart.

She was stunned, but his kiss was still going on. Jingzhi felt that her skin was burning all over her body. Her cheeks and fingers were covered with a layer of light pink, but his expression was an unspeakable contradiction.

There are addictions, there is love, but it seems to be in the tight frown of the heart of the eyebrows written can not say the deep sorrow.

I don't know how long ago, the heat wave outside the window came in, the temperature in the room was getting hot, and he suddenly let her go and stood up.

Jingzhi sits there in silence, while he stands and watches her motionless.

Such a short time is so hard, her tightly clenched palm is almost soaked by sweat, his tense look is still slowly relaxed after all

He must ask, how could he not have thought it was her with his deep city and his experience and means?

When it comes to the end, Jing knows but feels that her mind has calmed down. She doesn't panic, but she also wants to see what kind of anger he should get. Then she will turn the so-called love, so-called pay, so-called connivance into what kind of joke!

"Jingzhi..."

He really opened his mouth, knowing that he was sneering at the bottom of his heart. He replied indifferently, "what's the matter?"

Meng shaoting slowly turned around and looked out of the window. His voice seemed to come from far away, but it was so close. It was as if he had split a lightning bolt on her head.

There is a warm hot wind blowing gently, Jingzhi raises his hand and wipes the back of his hand slightly on his forehead, all sweat.

"Nothing. I just want to tell you that there is something wrong with the company. I may be very busy these days, and I will spend less time with you. You should take good care of yourself. If someone comes, you should never see him. I will take you to Phoenix for a few days after I finish next month."

He just looked at her like that, but what he said left her speechless, and her mouth gradually opened, eyes full of disbelief.

"Just, just these?" She did not know how she made her voice, nor how her present appearance, though lovely, had chilled his heart.

But he still smiled: "greedy little thing, OK, let's stay in Phoenix for a week, and then go to other places for vacation. I'm just afraid you can't bear it."

Did he doubt her? Jingzhi didn't recognize the current situation until now. It's hard for her to stand here, but he didn't think about her at all.

Is her villain's heart the heart of a gentleman's belly? Or, he didn't take it as a big deal at all, so he didn't even bother to mention it?

There was a mess in her mind and she sat there for half a day without saying a word. On his side, her heart suffered from the cold snow and summer.

Unable to stand any longer, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions. He blurted out and asked her why he wanted to do this and why he wanted to take such a cruel hand.

"I'll take you upstairs to have a rest. Now I have something urgent to deal with. Maybe I won't come back at night. Let Ping watch you."

He turned around, and without waiting for her to respond, he helped her to go upstairs. Jingzhi watched him change his clothes and go away. Even after the sound of the car, she recovered a piece of tranquility. She still sat in a stupefied way, more and more, unable to guess him and see him.

Jingzhi stood up and went to the wardrobe, but she didn't know what she was going to take. She was stunned for a long time. When she went to the dresser, she saw the combs on the dresser. She picked them up, fingered them and made a strange noise. She put them down, turned to open the air conditioner, but suddenly turned around and threw them into the garbage can , which slowly caresses my heart. It seems that I feel a little bit better, and it seems that there is a growing pain