Chapter 113

Jing xiaocan hid in the bathroom, adjusted her mood, drove away all the disturbing pictures in her mind, washed her face with cold water and took some toner.

She took a deep breath, opened the door, stepped on a soft object, scared her legs soft, and her staggering body hit a meat wall directly.

Ah

A cry of surprise fell.

At the door of the room, the man leaning on the door with his arms around his chest was surprised and reached out quickly to take her into his arms.

"Are you distracted when you walk like I want? Hmm?" Mo Yi raised his lips and smiled, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and breathed in her ear.

Jing xiaocan's face was hot and dry. He dodged and pushed him away. He took a step back. With a cold face, he sarcastically said, "do you want a face? Unexpectedly, he still has the habit of peeping at others."

"Jing xiaocan, are you scared silly?" Mo Yiqing stretched out his hand to hook her jaw, with a handsome face approaching and a wicked smile. "We are a decent couple. We can't do too much. Do we still use peeping?"

The word "do" deliberately bites heavily, with a strong smell of love and ignorance, which makes people daydream. Jing xiaocan blushes when he listens to it.

But I can't argue.

"... you." Jing xiaocan choked, flashed to one side and turned to escape from the room.

"Don't close the door. I want to take a bath. If you want to see it, you can stand at the door and have a good look. I don't mind." Mo Yiqing's joking but not serious voice sounded behind her.

I don't mind your head!

Jing xiaocan ran out a few meters later, looked back at the open bathroom door and cursed.

The man is well dressed outside, and opening his mouth in front of her is not as good as animals.

In order to express her pure position, Jing xiaocan goes out of the bedroom and slams the door.

The violent closing of the door shook the glass windows of the room.

Mo Yiqing poked out his head and flashed a evil smile at the corners of his lips.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Mo Yiqing stared at the shocking scar on his abdomen like a centipede. Junyan's smile gradually froze, and his thin lips closed into a cold arc.

Every time, when he was almost out of control, the scar on his abdomen touched Jing xiaocan's body, and the scene of the fire three years ago came to mind.

The tragic picture was like a spell that imprisoned him and made him unable to let go.

Jing xiaocan's irresistible feelings are like vines growing in her heart.

Calm and wise as ink, I felt at a loss at this moment.

If Jing xiaocan takes out the evidence to prove his innocence and asks himself, can he really let go, give her freedom and let her go?

Downstairs in the living room.

Jing xiaocan sits cross legged on the sofa, pours a few mouthfuls with a water cup, picks up the remote control on the tea table and turns on the TV.

A news is being broadcast on TV: the picture is a burning building, thick smoke billows, firefighters come in and out to rescue the burned victims. As soon as the picture turns, the lens is locked on a teenage child.

I saw that all the children's clothes were scorched and their exposed skin was stained with blood. The announcer said in a regretful voice: "80% of the children's whole body was burned, especially the lower limbs were severely burned, which may..."

Pop!

Jing xiaocan's hand shook and the glass fell to the ground.

Heart, click, like falling to the bottom of the valley.

The brain is out of control to think of the fire three years ago.

At that time, Mo Yiqing should have been carried out like this, right?

Jing xiaocan is cold all over and curls up in the sofa with her arms around her chest.

The figure who had just walked down the stairs heard the sound of the water cup falling to the ground, and his sight fell on the screen. The ink also held his dark eyes, and his chest hurt.

The next second, he walked quietly and quickly.

Hearing the footsteps, Jing xiaocan turns back in fear and sees the person in front of her. She suddenly sits up straight, jumps over, grabs the remote control and presses to change the channel.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yiqing glanced at the pieces on the ground, sat on her side, held her little hand and looked, "let me see if it's hot?"

"Cough, cough, no... no, it's all right, the hand slipped and didn't catch it." Jing xiaocan's eyes flashed a little flustered, quickly took out his hand and shook it back and forth in front of him.

With that, the remaining light from the corner of his eye swept one eye, and Mo also held his calm cheek.

Secretly relieved.

It's very close. Fortunately, she changed the channel fast enough. Otherwise, he must be very uncomfortable to see such a tragic picture.

"Didn't you go to city a? Why did you come back so soon?" Jing xiaocan hugged his knees, pretended to be calm and looked at him curiously. The people in his company said he would come back in three days, but he didn't expect to come back in one day.

"I miss you." he stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. A faint fragrance came to his nostrils, and he leaned close to her ear. "So he came back after dealing with the main things."

Full of tenderness, people have an impulse to fall.

She's really not used to it.

Jing xiaocan straightens his back, moves to one side, deliberately keeps a distance from him, and hisses in a low voice.

"Don't you believe it?" he reached out and pulled her cheek, looked at her, his eyes were burning, and shot at her face with great penetration, as if he wanted to see through her heart, "huh?"

With a lazy light hum, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

The four eyes are opposite. Jing xiaocan is stunned. Looking at him, he is skeptical and stunned.

What about the letter?

Would he really ignore his work for her?

Is she really so important in his heart?

She's not sure.

At least before she saw her mother, she still had a grudge against him.

Calm down, Jing xiaocan smiles and nods perfunctorily, "... Letter."

Then he looked at him seriously, "can we talk calmly now?"

There was a temptation to get rid of him in his serious expression.

"No!" he bowed his head, played with her weak boneless hand and refused.

Jing xiaocan, "..."

"It's about me and you... Um..." ignoring his refusal, Jing xiaocan goes on reluctantly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yiqing stretched out his hand, clasped the back of her brain, bowed his head, swallowed all her words, rolled back and forth on her pink lips for a moment, loosened his mouth, "go, go back to the room and sleep."

Then he stood up, cleaned the glass fragments on the ground into the dustbin, and took her upstairs.

"You really don't want to..."

"I have to hire a nanny tomorrow“

He steals in a cold voice and deliberately digs off the topic.

Back in the bedroom, Mo Yiqing put her gently on the bed and turned off all the lights, leaving only one wall lamp.

Then, lying on her side, he gently hugged her in his arms. Between the wings of his nose was filled with the unique and pleasant smell of her. He closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Today, Mo Yiqing is really tired.

At the moment, he just wanted to hold her little woman to sleep safely.

I don't want anything else.

In fact, don't think about it. He also knows what Jing xiaocan wants to say.

This stupid woman has no brains at all.

Even if she finds evidence?

If, at the beginning, he really determined that she was the murderer, could she still stay with him safe and sound?

"Next time, I must take you on a business trip," he whispered, with a satisfied face buried in her long hair.

Jing xiaocan holds the button on his pajamas and can't figure out his mind.

After struggling for a long time, she was about to speak. The man beside her breathed steadily and fell asleep.

Forget it. For the sake of just coming back from a business trip, I'll talk to him tomorrow.