Chapter 16

Who taught her?

Jiang Xuan subconsciously pulled back his hand, "who needs to teach this kind of thing?"

She didn't want to talk, and Rongjing didn't ask any more. Only a smile: "then I change the question, why do you want to do this?"

By her means, she would not take such a risk.

Jiang's hand clenched and loosened, and he suddenly laughed: "maybe he hasn't completely given up, always thinking, maybe he will read a little bit of love."

But at that time, he had already been like that to his mother, so how could he still remember his love.

But she always remembered what her mother had told her on her deathbed.

Mother told her not to hate, she said, that person is her father after all.

Jiang Xuan went to the bedside and sat down. She felt very tired, like she had a serious illness, and she was weak all over. She closed her eyes and suddenly opened them again.

Looking at Rong Jing, the corner of his mouth pulled out a slight radian: "you save me because I look like Rong Ning's mother?"

Rong Jing looks down at her and doesn't answer.

But she said with a smile: "I have had children, very cute." But she could hardly remember what he looked like. She gave birth to him, but he only stayed with her for three days.

She was really cruel to such a small child at that time.

Rong Jing almost expected what she was going to say. He didn't speak and listened to her.

Six years ago, it was not easy to tell from Jiang. But at this moment, I'm probably not very conscious. Those things have been buried in my heart for a long time.

She didn't think about it, but it was still too much for her to breathe.

"You and Rong Ning's mother met by chance, and I'm about the same..." She pulled out a smile, but there was no blood on her face. "I was only 18 years old at that time. That night, the man broke in..."

Her hand slowly curled up and clenched into a fist. "I was raped, and then I had a baby, but I lost that baby."

There were tears in her eyes, but they didn't fall down. The veins in her hands were very obvious.

"I don't hate that child. He's an angel from heaven." He shook his head again, "but I won't forgive that rapist, this life..."

Her face was as pale as paper, but the hatred in her eyes gradually came up, like a poisoned knife.

Rong Jing felt as if there was something in his heart, which suddenly sank. Those words that came to his mouth were swallowed by him.

Jiang's words confirmed his conjecture.

But he didn't know that she had So hate that man.

He was so stiff that he could hardly move.

After a while, Jiang Xun just laughed: "scared you?" She stood up, and those emotions had just been gathered into her eyes.

"I'm eight percent like Rong Ning's mother, but I'm not her." She laughs, "it's not the kind of girl you imagine, not to mention being a good wife and mother. I still have a mess to deal with myself... "

She passed him and walked out the door. "I heard that you are an engineer and have a bright future. Think about it."

She staggered and opened the door.

Baozi stands in the kitchen, tiptoe to the washing table. Hearing the sound of opening the door, he turned back quickly, "Mommy!"

Jiang Xuan's face was still a little pale. Baozi rushed over and stopped in front of her: "Mommy, are you uncomfortable? Is someone bullying you?"

Jiang Xuan didn't speak and shook his head with a smile.

If you look at the outline of the steamed stuffed bun carefully, it is similar to her. It should be his mother. But the facial features are like Rongjing, beautiful and exquisite.

Five years old.

Jiang Xuan raised his hand and touched the small head. If her child were alive, it would be five years old.

Baozi tilted his head to think, pulled her to the kitchen, "Mommy, you are hungry, you eat something first, tomorrow I will take you to eat delicious."

Jiang can't eat anything, but baozi is serious. She didn't have the heart to refuse.

The two steaks, still lying quietly in the pot, are about half cooked. Baozi couldn't reach it, so he stepped on the stool and climbed up. He looked at it, and then he looked at Jiang Xuan uncertainly.

Jiang Xun was amused by his appearance and held him down, "get hot, you go to the living room first."

Baozi's expression is very serious: "I accompany mummy."

"I'll be with you later. Now go to the living room."

Baozi is not happy, but she has to listen to Mommy.

Even Jiang can't, but everything is ready-made, so she'll open fire and turn it over. It shouldn't be a big problem.

She just started the fire, and behind her came the sound of footsteps.

She felt a little chilly. She took a breath and said, "if you don't listen, I'll..." I didn't speak, but I felt a shadow on my head.

The man took her things from behind her. "Go to the living room. I'll call you."

is as like as two peas in her voice.

Baozi came running with short legs and took her hand. "Mommy, come and see the house I built for you.""What house?" Jiang Xuan is confused.

Baozi pulls her to the front of the computer. It's a virtual scene, but step by step, it's the same as the real one. Jiang Xuan was stunned.

When I recovered, I looked at the steamed stuffed bun: "where did you find it?"

Baozi hugged her arm and rubbed it like a coquette. "Anning gave it to Mommy. Anning hasn't given her a gift yet. They say that women love houses."

He looked carefully at Jiang's face.

Jiang was very surprised: "did you make it yourself?"

Baozi nodded, "does Mommy like it?"

Just as Rong Jing came out of the kitchen, Jiang Xuan looked back at him: "ah Ning, he It's very talented. " She can't tell exactly what kind of talent she has.

Procedure? Architecture? Or both.

Jiang Xuan was really shocked, and his face had a little look.

But Rongjing didn't have much reaction. He just put the steak on the table: "come and have something to eat first."

Baozi was already hungry. He turned off the computer and took Jiang Xuan to the table. There were two plates on the table. Jiang Xuan remembered that there were only two steaks in the pot just now.

It should be Rongjing and baozi. She was a little embarrassed and looked up at Rongjing.

But Rong Jing sat down opposite her, "I'm not hungry."

The steamed stuffed bun has been cut into the steak and put into the mouth. Rong Jing can't say goodbye. Frying steak is good.

Jiang Xuan didn't say anything more. She should thank him for what happened tonight.

This man, maybe not as annoying as she thought.

After dinner, Rong Jing collected the bowl. Jiang Xun was embarrassed and followed up the kitchen, "can I help you?"

Rong Jing looked at her: "you accompany Anning."

Jiang Xuan nodded and returned to the living room.

In fact, she understands what Rong Jing means. Rong Ning is still young and needs her mother.

Rong Ning was very interested. He took Jiang Xuan to see a lot of things. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't have much interest.

She was too tired. After experiencing such a cold and hot alternation, she just felt exhausted and cold.

Rongjing came out of the kitchen and saw her leaning on the sofa. Her eyelids were about to fight, but she was forced to listen to baozi.

He went over, picked up the bun and said, "take a bath and sleep."

Baozi was suddenly picked up, hands and feet are fluttering, and so was put on the ground, very unconvinced: "Mommy didn't sleep, I have to accompany Mommy."

Rong Jing holds his arm, "your mommy doesn't need your company. Now go back to the room immediately."

Steamed stuffed bun is short of breath, hands akimbo also want to resist, was carried up by Rong Jing, directly thrown back to the room. Steamed stuffed buns have to cry. Rong Jing is a bad guy.

But Mommy is here. He wants to be a good boy.

Baozi said good night to Jiang Xuan and glared at Rongjing. Then he closed the door.