Chapter 92

He said so wronged, so pitiful, as if she bullied him, but in the end who is wronged, who is pitiful, who is unknown, so he led the nose to now.

Never thought about fake marriage? What did they start with? Is it a game that he planned? Cheat her to get married, cheat her to live together, and now cheat her to have a roommate?

The atmosphere in the room dropped sharply, and the air became colder and colder.

Joss stood where he was, looking up at him, his eyes touching the pain of his eyes, and the iron on his face.

"Mr. Jing, do you know what I'm thinking now?"

Her voice is very deep, rare deep, rare quiet.

Jing zhehan's face suddenly shrank. His pupils shook and moved away: "I don't know. I don't want to know. I can't move today, but I'll move sooner or later. You should take a bath first." With that, he couldn't wait to walk out the door.

"You know what I'm thinking," he said Her words are affirmative.

Jing chihan took a deep look at her, held her shoulder, moved her away and walked out.

His steps were so fast that he had already gone downstairs in the blink of an eye.

Jos watched him in his pajamas. The door downstairs opened and closed. There was no one in the room.

Her eyes were slightly deep. She just wanted to ask him -- "Mr. Jing, can we divorce ahead of time?"

But he left, he guessed, so he walked so fast.

Jing zhehan did guess that, which is why he did not dare to force joss. She is a tortoise, and she will shrink back when she is in trouble. Knowing that he has a heart for her, she will move away. Knowing that he likes her, she will divorce. It's not hard to guess. He knew her character from the beginning.

As he said, a confidant, a confidant, joss, he had already known his character, temper, and the way he dealt with things. He had already remembered them clearly.

He was very angry just now, otherwise he would not have said that kind of words, that kind of words forcing her to leave.

He should calm down. He should keep calm.

Now, he knows the consequences of losing control.

That night, Jing zhehan was in the car, and joss was in the room. They both stayed up all night.

And they didn't know that there was someone in a three story villa on the other side of the ocean near Beaufort Sea, Alaska, who also stayed up all night.

When Qing looked at the computer, the mail information, hand, put the phone was hung up before.

His eyes were slightly heavy, and his appearance, which had always been handsome and dissolute, was a bit deep at the moment. The broken hair on his forehead was bent and moist. It was obvious that he had just taken a bath, and even his body was slightly warm.

At this time, someone behind him called him: "when the game started."

He turned his eyes, got up, left the room in his pajamas with his chest open.

In the living room, two men and a woman are sitting on the sofa watching a football match. Tonight, they are going to intercontinental cup. After working in his home, others are too lazy to walk. It's close to the sea and it's too far from the city. It's at least two hours' drive to go back, so they simply sleep with him for one night.

This kind of thing often happened before, and none of them thought it was wrong.

At this time, the game also began, two men and a woman are in high spirits, but suddenly, the screen in front of the black.

Three angry eyes, looking back to the back of the sofa, holding the remote control, eyes lazy man.

"What's the matter with you? Open it. It's going to start."

When Qing Mou color did not move, around the sofa, went to another sofa: "who just entered my room."

The three of them looked at each other. The white man with blue eyes and blonde hair on the far right laughed: "it's not that there are women hidden in the room. Are you still afraid of being seen by us?"

"Who." When Qing asked repeatedly, the expression was still lazy.

Among the three, another man with black eyes and brown hair pauses: "I went in and sent the information to your mailbox to receive it for you. By the way, I saw that Linda was looking for you again. I answered her for you. I guess she won't bother you in the future."

"Linda? Oh, that blonde, why, is she still pestering you? If you want me to say that this kind of woman is not ugly, you can take it. Last time, there is no loss. " The blue eyed man gave a wild smile.

The only woman among the three is a Chinese. She frowns slightly, looks at the man with brown hair, and then looks at Shi Qing. She always thinks that things are not so simple: "Shi, what's the matter? John didn't delete anything important from you

"I didn't, I didn't delete anything." John, the brown haired man, made a hasty statement.

Shi Qing's face became more and more heavy. After thinking for a while, the Chinese woman came up with the crux of the problem: "I remember Linda seems to be Chinese. John, did you talk to her in Chinese?"

"Don't look down on me. I've studied Chinese for two years, too, OK?" John snorted triumphantly.

Shi Qing's face was even more ugly: "it's not Linda."

Chinese woman a Leng, immediately cover mouth: "is not Linda, is... I go, is Joe?"

"Joss?" Chris, the blue eyed man, repeated the name in stiff Chinese, with a look on his face: "Oh, my little bride, but the name is really tongue twister. What's wrong with her?"

When the Chinese woman patted the brown haired man on the head, her eyes turned fierce: "did you reply to Jos's email? Think it's Linda? So what did you say? "

Brown hair man is very aggrieved: "said two words, can force back woman's words."

When Qing suddenly stood up, the hands of the remote control left, calm attention to the three: "out."

"I really thought it was Linda. Last time she said everywhere that she was going to your mailbox and would continue to contact you. I thought it was her."

"What's the matter?" Blue man Chris is still very curious.

The Chinese woman was holding a man in her hand. She looked at Shiqing with fear and dragged them out: "let's go, let's not talk."

They were taken away with some indignation.

"The Intercontinental Cup is about to start, isn't it just an email? I don't know how to make such a fuss. " Chris has an unhappy face.

"That's it. I'm an email. Mo, do you know that, Joe, joss? Who is she? " John asked, too.

Mo Xin see two people, headache press temple.

She didn't know Jos, but she had seen her picture, a group photo in Shiqing's wallet. In the picture, there were three people, a kind-hearted old man, a young man and a girl with a bright face.

The picture is old and the border is dirty, but Shiqing cherishes it very much. No matter how many wallets you change, the picture is always in it.

She once asked curiously who the other two were. Shi Qing only said three words, my family.

It's his family. It should be his grandfather and sister. But as far as he knows, Shi Qing is an orphan.

At least, when he came to the United States and introduced himself to them, he mentioned that he was an orphan.

After three years together, Mo Xin finally made it clear that the old man was a university professor and a benefactor who once pulled him and educated him when Shiqing swam to the edge of the cliff. The girl was the granddaughter of the professor and Shiqing's daughter.

That girl, the girl in the photo, who smiles brilliantly and looks as bright as the sun, is probably the only one who can leave a trace in Shiqing's heart.