Chapter 210

There was a deep breathing sound from the mobile phone, which sounded inexplicably heavy. Just when Jiang Shiwei thought Xu Jing wouldn't speak, her pretentious voice slowly came out from the phone: "slightly, don't worry, I'll deal with it. Don't worry about me, but you. Make good preparations for tomorrow's award ceremony. I'll wait for you to come back with the grand prize."

"What if I can't win the prize?"

"Then don't come to see me!" Xu Jing said deliberately, and Jiang Shiwei gave an exaggerated exclamation: "God, you grinding goblin, how can you do this to others!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shiwei's tears suddenly fell down. It's OK not to see Xu Shu's painting. At least she can feel that Xu Jing is likely to be happy.

But after seeing Xu Shu's paintings, she felt that happiness was like a glimmer of light under the dark sun. It was shining, but there was no hope.

Jiang Shiwei is lying in bed and his mood can't calm down for a long time. Why does a Jing suffer so much? Why does Su Xingwei hurt a Jing so much.

In the world of love, there has never been fairness. Who can bear the hardships a Jing has suffered?

When Nan tingliao came back, he saw Jiang Shiwei lying on the bed motionless and depressed. He couldn't help but step forward and asked softly, "wife, what's the matter, unhappy?"

"Yes, I'm not happy. I'm so bored!" Jiang Shiwei held it for a while. When he saw Nan tingliao coming back, he suddenly waved a few fists at him.

Such strength is like tickling for a man. Nan tingliao lets her vent. Generally speaking, Jiang Shiwei's mood is rarely exposed. He is so sad and sad today. The whole person is like an abandoned dog. Although this metaphor is not normal, he really feels that his daughter-in-law is very wrong today.

"What happened? Did Feng Jing make you angry?" Jiang Shiwei went out with Feng Jing today, so if there was any problem, Nan tingliao naturally thought of Feng Jing.

Feng Jing sneezed properly. Who is scolding him? Isn't it that elder brother saw the wound on his sister-in-law's face? It's really a small wound. Elder brother, can you not be so sharp eyed?

Jiang Shiwei shook his head powerlessly. My unhappy breath was written all over his body: "no, it's sad."

Looking at the way she pulled and shrugged her head and was almost buried in his chest, Nan tingliao reluctantly rubbed her hair: "tell her husband something and he will help you solve it."

Jiang Shiwei finally looked up pitifully: "really?"

As soon as she looked up, Nan tingliao saw the wound on her face, and there was a rough wave at the bottom of her eyes: "what's the matter with your face?"

"It's all right. I didn't row carefully." Jiang Shiwei said evasively. She didn't want Nan tingliao to know those bad things about the Jiang family, so she didn't bother to say more.

Who knows that the breath on the man is also gloomy all of a sudden. His eyes are like fire, looking at the delicate little face of the woman. Any wound on the beloved, even if only Haoli, is an extremely terrible wound for the person who likes you.

Nan tingliao's voice was extremely cold: "Jiang Shiwei, do you think I can't find out if you don't tell the truth?"

He was used to the South court fire, which was usually warm as spring, and suddenly became strange in cold winter and December. Jiang Shiwei finally reluctantly told the truth: "nothing, it was accidentally rowed by my father."

She repeated today's event simply and clearly. After listening to Nan tingliao, her eyes were as deep as the sea, floating and sinking like angry waves in the sea: "even if they are your relatives, it won't be so. I'll ask Su Xingwei to come and help you."

For fear of further humiliation, Jiang Shiwei resolutely stopped: "no, I'm really fine. I have a little injury. The doctor said, just rub some medicine and don't leave a scar."

After all, it's embarrassing enough that Feng Jing was forcibly pulled to the hospital because of a little injury today. She doesn't want to bear the second white eye baptism.

What's more, Su Xingwei is the culprit of ah Jing's unhappiness.

"And I don't want to see him."

"How did Xing Wei offend you?" Nan tingliao was curious. Although Jiang Shiwei repeated what he had just done, he felt that Jiang Shiwei should not be sad because of what happened today. There must be something else.

"Ah Jing." although Jiang Shiwei only said two words, Nan tingliao was so clever that he guessed a possibility in an instant. It was probably the matter between Su Xingwei and Xu Jing that made his daughter-in-law unhappy.

"So that's why you're sulking?"

Listening to the tone that the man didn't seem to care, Jiang Shiwei was annoyed: "why can't I be angry? He hugged and hugged. Obviously, he was about to get married with Xu Shuhua, but he mixed with Xu Jing and asked Xu Jing to have children for him. Why should he do this? He would ruin ah Jing's life."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law was really angry, Nan tingliao quickly pulled her arm for fear that she might hurt herself by mistake. His tone was gentle and flattering: "wife, you're right. This thing is really Su Xingwei's fault. Tell me how you want to punish him. I'll let him come over and let you beat and scold, okay?"

Jiang Shiwei is not that kind of unreasonable person, but today's mood is really uncontrollable. She twisted her fingers uneasily in her hands, and her tone is inexplicably weak: "what's the use of beating him and scolding him, and the thing that he hurt ah Jing can't be changed."

Looking at a woman's dejected appearance, such a river decline is distressing.

Nan tingliao stretched out his hand and circled people in his arms. His tone was a little rare tenderness, like a cello: "since you know you're still angry with yourself here, is it cost-effective?"

Jiang Shiwei didn't speak, but saw the man reach out and point her nose: "besides, Xing Wei is a decent person. I believe he will handle all this. It's just Xu Shu's painting. You need to give him some time, okay?"

"Do you mean that Su Xingwei plans to cancel her engagement with Xu Shuhua?"

"I didn't say that. It's getting late. Let's wash and sleep early." Nan tingliao didn't intend to answer this question. He picked up the little woman in his arms and walked towards the bathroom, ignoring Jiang Shiwei's resistance. The night in the bathroom was boundless.

The next day, when Jiang Shiwei woke up, she was like being folded and reorganized. She cursed. This bastard didn't know how to control.

But in any case, the awarding ceremony of the little golden elephant award is inevitable