Chapter 224

The next day, Jingdong went downstairs to have breakfast. Because she had no class today, she got up late.

Downstairs, I saw a cold man sitting on the table. The cold of this man was different from Jing zhiting. It was cold with that kind of tyrannical atmosphere, as if it would erupt at any time.

This man is Jing Zhiyuan.

She didn't know when Jing Zhiyuan came back, but the dishes and chopsticks in front of him were very exquisite. Even the food was different from usual. It was obvious that he had his own habits in the old house.

The two elders should indulge in this habit.

Although Jing Yuejun sat not far from the long table, he only buried his head in eating. He didn't communicate with Jing Zhiyuan. He didn't even lift his head. It seemed that the people diagonally opposite were monsters.

Hearing the news, Jing Yuejun looked up and seemed relieved to see her.

"Dongdong."

Her voice didn't make Jing Zhiyuan stop eating. Whether Jing Yuejun or Jing Dong, they were like irrelevant strangers.

"Little aunt." Jing Dong went downstairs and sat down on Jing Yuejun's side, just opposite Jing Zhiyuan.

The long table is very large and wide. Even if you sit opposite, there is a lot of space in the middle. However, seeing Jing Dong's behavior, Jing Zhiyuan frowned and raised his head, with cold eyes.

"Big brother." Jingdong shouted calmly.

Jing Zhiyuan didn't say anything. He just looked at her coldly and then hung his head to eat again.

The servants brought breakfast one after another, and Jing Dong ate as if there were no one else. There was no emotional fluctuation in Jing Zhiyuan's attitude.

Jing Yuejun couldn't help looking at her. After eating breakfast in a hurry, he talked to Jing Dong and went out.

Only Jing Zhiyuan and Jing Dong were left on the table. No one spoke, but ate quietly.

When Jing Dong thought he would end his breakfast like this, the person opposite opened his mouth.

"Are you still going to go out with Feng Shi?" Jing Zhiyuan's voice was cold and his eyes were colder.

Jingdong looks up and sees that his eyes are filled with tyrannical emotions. He doesn't know why he is in such a bad mood.

"Yes."

Jing Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, and the tyranny in his eyes became more intense, giving people an invisible pressure. "If you think clearly, I'll give you a week to break up completely with Feng Shi. Don't have any more contacts, otherwise I'll let the old man and the old lady take back that 5 percent."

Jingdong gently pulled the corners of his mouth, "I know what I'm doing. I don't need anyone else to interfere." his tone paused a little, and the corners of his mouth rose, "brother, you care too much."

Jing Zhiyuan's tyranny spread instantly and stared at Jing Dong.

For ordinary people, in the face of such terrible eyes, even breathing will become short and rapid, not to mention looking at each other.

As before, Jing Dong had no waves in his eyes. He smiled and met Jing Zhiyuan's eyes.

Seeing this, some of the servants shrank in the kitchen and dared not come out. They were bolder and quietly went upstairs to find the old lady.

In this way, once the young master breaks out, Miss Jing Dong is afraid that she will be frightened to cry and leave a serious psychological shadow, just like Miss Yue Jun.

"Do you think I can't take back the five percent?" Jing Zhiyuan seemed to suppress his anger, and his face became colder and colder.

Jingdong said without hesitation: "I have no intention of that five percent."

Jing Zhiyuan slightly raised his eyebrows. "No intention? Since no intention, it's better to give up."