Chapter 200

The cold and tingling feeling came from the neck, which stimulated Ji Qianchen's sensory nerve.

Over and over again considered Ling Xiaohan's slightly bleak words.

Do you want to know me?

Ask yourself.

Even though his world is dark.

She still wants to enter bravely and bring a light and warmth to his world.

It's almost on the medicine. Ji Qianchen reaches out his left hand and hooks Ling Xiaohan's neck. His beautiful eyes are staring at his handsome face. "I want to, even if I'm bruised, I want to, so don't refuse me, and don't close your closed door, OK? Even if you just open a little gap for me, it's OK. "

Ji Qianchen's plea is humble.

She is the only place where there is a gap, the situation will be able to drill in.

Ling Xiaohan looks at her firm and brave dark eyes.

The slightly raised lip angle is becoming more and more charming.

A warmth passed through his heart, prompting him to be eager to kiss this woman, this lovely woman.

The fingertips go through her beautiful hair and clasp her little head.

Ling Xiaohan leaned forward and held her lips.

This small mouth is not only delicious and sweet, but also pleasant to hear.

Pry open her shell teeth, a little crazy extreme bite.

Sometimes eager, sometimes slow, Ji Qianchen by this too long kiss, stir the two faces red, breathing is not smooth, and finally the soft lying down into his arms.

She, once again, had no backbone to compromise with him.

She knew that she was humble.

But who let her love him so much.

This kind of love, compared with four years ago, is not limitless.

In the chase game of love, she was the loser at the beginning, and now it's time to get used to losing.

The dinner was not particularly rich, because the food provided for Ling mu in the kitchen was lighter every day, and the dinner made of only ingredients was also more vegetarian.

"I'll make do with it tonight. I'll take you back to eat delicious food." Ling Xiaohan knows Ji Qianchen is a snack. He usually chooses her mouth. He's afraid that she can't get used to these things on the table.

"No, I think it's very good. I'm fed up with fish and meat. It's also good to eat some vegetables." Ji Qianchen ate two bowls of rice in the evening. She was so happy and satisfied with this simple meal for the first time.

At night, Ling's mother didn't wake up.

Ling Xiaohan wanted to wait until Ling's mother was a little more normal in her mood, and then he would go with her.

In addition, there was a heavy rain at night.

Their trip back to yunjingwan was put on hold until tomorrow.

Ling Xiaohan used to live here occasionally. There was a bedroom on the second floor where he lived.

After taking a bath in the evening, Ji Qianchen goes to bed with Ling Xiaohan and is ready to go to bed.

Ling Xiaohan covers Ji Qianchen. They lie on their back and stare at the ceiling.

"Ling Xiaohan!"

"Well?"

"Why is your mother like this? Where's your father? "

"I have no father since the moment when he threw himself into the arms of another woman and hurt my mother like this. I will not call him again."

Ling Xiao is biting his teeth with cold and sharp whispers.

Ji Qianchen suddenly thought of the reason why he insisted on not calling Ji Chengfeng father when he took Ling Xiaohan back to his mother's house.

In the cold world of Lingxiao, I'm afraid there will be no father anymore. What a hatred and hatred it is.

Ji Qianchen points to the end, no further questioning.

She believes that one day, everything will peel off like an onion.

After a day's tossing, Ji Qianchen closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Sleep until midnight.

The dark door of the room was pushed open.

A faint yellow light came in from outside.

The two sleeping in bed did not notice the danger.

A figure stood in front of the bed, his hands tightly holding a fruit knife.

The bright knife reflected a dazzling light under the light.

Ji Qianchen felt stung by something dazzling.

The tingling forced her to open her eyes.

In front of the bed, a woman in a shawl, with a pale face, stood there like a ghost.

Holding a knife in her hand, she aimed it at her stomach.

"Don't......"

Ji Qianchen screams out in fright.

Next moment, Ji Qianchen sees the man on his side turn over and cross her, embracing Ling's mother who is going to stab her.

Take her hand in the big one. "Mom, calm down."

"Let go of me. I'm going to kill this woman. I'm going to kill this woman."

Struggling, Ling Xiaohan dare not come, afraid to hurt his mother.Ling mu in his arms is like a mad lion, waving a fruit knife and trying to get close to Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen got up from his bed and said, "Ling Xiaohan, be careful."

The Lingxiao cold with cold eyes clenched his teeth, stretched out his hand, grasped one end of the fruit knife, and pulled hard.

The fruit knife landed.

With the ticking blood.

The servant and housekeeper who heard the noise rushed into the room.

Ling Xiaohan tightly hoops Ling's mother's waist from behind, hoping that she can be quiet down, and the pain on her hands seems less than his inner pain.

"Mom, she's your daughter-in-law! It's not the one you hate. You can see it clearly! "

"You guys, take your wife back to your room and call the doctor. The young master is injured." The steward frowned and said.

"Yes, housekeeper."

Several servants with great strength came forward and took Ling's mother away from Ling's arms.

"Bitch, wait, I will kill you. One day, I will kill you, ha ha ha."

The wild laugh spread from the room to the corridor and gradually went away.

The whole corridor is gloomy.

Ji Qianchen went to Ling Xiaohan with red eyes and pulled his bloody hand. "It's time for us to worship God."

"Well?"

Ling Xiaohan didn't understand the girl.

"I have been suffering from a lot of bloodshed recently." Ji Qianchen grabs the long and beautiful hand with a sharp knife edge, which is very frightening.

The edge of the knife is very deep, the skin and flesh turn out, and the meridians inside seem to be visible.

How painful it should be.

Ling Xiaohan reached out his undamaged right hand and stroked her frown. "I never believed that. Life is dominated by myself, not by gods."

Rob came up in a hurry and saw that the young master was injured. He bowed his head and sighed deeply. "Young master, fortunately, it wasn't his right hand that was injured."

"Radish, why do you say that?" Ji Qianchen looks at Rob suspiciously.

However, Ling Xiaohan is not a left-handed man. It's not wise to use his left hand to snatch the knife just now.

"Because you hurt your right hand. If you hurt your right hand, who will take care of you?" Rob's long-term explanation.

Ji Qianchen stares at Ling Xiaohan's hand that shrinks behind him.

"And you think about that?"

Ji Qianchen has to admire Ling Xiaohan. He can think of her all the time when he is in such a rush.

I can't help but scratch a trace of warmth in my heart, and I feel more sorry for him.

Ling Xiao coldly turned his head and shouted to rob, "I'll talk when I come up."