Chapter 156

He strangely quietened down and did not resist. Meng Shaoting did not feel happy, and instead fell in love with her more and more tenderly. He lowered his eyes to look at the jade carving-like slender fingers in his palm, and said softly: "Jingzhi, you don't want to be angry with me, okay? "I shouldn't have forced you to do this, but you should have understood that I just wanted to keep you by my side …"

Meng Shaoting suddenly moved his finger forward, and in his shock, he was unable to retract the scissors in time. Instead, he forcefully cut off a thin layer of flesh …

Blood flowed out in an instant, but Jingwen didn't even furrow her brows. Instead, she asked with a smile, "You don't need to touch that dirty piano anymore."

"Nonsense!" Meng Shaoting was so angry that he threw the scissors away and kicked the table in front of him. He reached out to pinch her hand and spoke with a voice filled with anger: "Doctor, doctor!"

The tender green sprouts were really beautiful, and the flowers in the garden should be blooming soon. Summer was coming soon, and the weather was getting warm and comfortable. She slowly closed her eyes, but she didn't dare think about Shao Xuan's face. However, his hazy figure still appeared in her mind. Where was he? He was missing, and so far there was no news of him, and she, so, so much missed him.

stood there with the same ashen face as before. He chased the servants out and stood in front of her, looking at her current state.

It was as if the one who lost a piece of flesh was Meng Shaoting, her smile was very peaceful, very calm.

But this calmness made him feel an indescribable sense of despair. He would rather have her make a ruckus, scold him, cry and scold him, which at least proved that this woman was still alive, and now, she was like a zombie, always cold. Even her hand was not warm, and the faint smile on her face never changed.

"Fu Jingzhi! "Don't think that I can't do anything to you. Don't think that I won't dare to do anything to you just because I'm unable to!" He suddenly became angry and roared. She picked up a vase and smashed it onto the ground, the shattering sound was ear-piercing, the ceramic tiles splattered onto the ground, he was aware that there was a very beautiful Egyptian carpet on the ground. She placed her feet on top of it and slightly trembled.

She seemed to be shocked by his sudden action as well. However, after her body trembled, her eyes became pitiful.

He bent down and knelt down before her. He took her hand, which was trembling slightly in his lap, and wrapped her injured finger around his palm. His eyebrows locked in an unspeakable hesitation, and he lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "Jingwen, tell me, what do you want? After all this time, how long are you going to give me that cold face? "

She blinked and her expression became much more lively. Her blood-colored lips pursed up slightly. Her voice was as soft as the wind blowing against willow. "What do I want? Don't you hate me?"

His expression changed drastically as the hand holding her finger tightened. Quietly, she felt the wound was a little painful, but her heart was sour. If Shaoxuan saw that she was injured, he would definitely feel heartache to death, so she could force him to wash the dishes every day.

"Fu Jingzhi! I forbid you to think about him again! " He suddenly stood up and grabbed her lower jaw, forcing her to raise her head high. Jingwen knew that the man's handsome face had turned malevolent, his lips were very tight, and her teeth were chattering. She was a little worried that he would attack her again. Don't think about Shao Xuan anymore. You will only harm him if you keep on thinking about him. " His tone gradually relaxed as he lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, pecking her time after time. "Jingwen, can't you treat me better?"

She was smiling beautifully, her eyes wide. His lips were pressed against her, making her feel disgusted.

She suddenly thought, how could I have loved him so much, loved him so much? He loved him so much that he was humble to the point of being in the dust. He loved her so much that he didn't even want her self-esteem anymore, yet he treated her like a pair of old shoes. He found it troublesome to even look at her once.

When she was not divorced, she had thought that the most unbearable thing would be that he would not want her anymore.

And now, as he kissed her, she realized that the thing she could not stand the most was his touch.

She had long ago lost all traces of feelings for him. Not to mention love, not to mention liking, she even felt disgusted when she looked at him.

"Are you worthy?" The warmth in his eyes gradually faded as he pinched the fingers of her lower jaw one by one. He was aware that the muscles on the corner of his mouth were all opened as he squeezed them one by one until his knuckles turned white. He was aware that anger was rising in his eyes, but it was as if he was being suppressed by something …

She fearlessly looked at him. That's right, she wasn't even afraid of death, how could she be afraid of all of his despicable methods?

Since death was so difficult and not worth it, she might as well live on and see who had the last laugh.

He slowly raised his index finger, pointing heavily at her in the air. A fierce glint flashed past his lips, and after an unknown amount of time, his long fingers suddenly flew down from the sky in a sharp arc. Without saying a word, Meng Shaoting turned and left.

"An Cheng, take good care of that woman. If something goes wrong, I want your life!"

The sound of the door slamming was accompanied by his low growl. Suddenly, there was some noise, but it quickly quieted down as she realized that when she heard his angry footsteps, the corner of her mouth slowly curled up. She smiled coldly and lowered her head.

She sat there, stupefied. Her eyes rotated a few times as she fixed her gaze on a corner of the room. Gradually, it became tranquil, but a faint sadness flowed out. "Shaoxuan, where are you?" If you can't see, how can you get by alone?

Jingwen slowly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes devoutly. She silently prayed in her heart: May Buddha bless Shaoxuan well, that Fu Jingzhi would sacrifice twenty years of her life and pray for his safety.

The house that Quiet And Steadfast was living in was not the old home of the Meng Family, but rather a small villa that was beside a mountain and a river. There were not many residents here, only seven or eight exquisite western villa that were built along the mountain range.

It was late spring, the sun was lazy and peaceful, and the air was excellent. There was a large garden behind the villa, and the servants had plowed the ground flat. They were waiting for her to come back, so they could plant some flowers and trees as they pleased.

After Meng Shaoting slammed the door and left that day, he found out that he had not shown up for four or five days. She gradually began to feel more at ease, even though she didn't move on his own accord. Therefore, while there were people watching everything from the side, they also felt that it was better than the days when they were hospitalized. It was much better to eat and live together. It would be best if he never came. It would be best if his company went bankrupt and he busied himself with everything. It would be best if his women caused a ruckus. Since this matter was nagging at him, it would be best if that unlucky fiancée of his could also die a day later. "If you find him unhappy, you'd better …

Quiet And Steadfast stood in front of the window, biting her lower lip with her white teeth. Her eyes glinted with a vicious light as she used her hands to dig at the wooden windowsill. She even jabbed her nails into the windowsill.

It would be best if he was in a bad mood while driving. If something happened, he would never see tomorrow's sun, and he would never be able to prick her eyes again.

She couldn't feel the pain from her fingertips but felt happy. From the wedding day until now, it was the only moment she felt happy in the last twenty days.

"What's going on? Why are you so happy?" Meng Shaoting's voice suddenly sounded from afar, and Jing Zhi suddenly turned his head around. There was a soft spring breeze on the window ledge, and as it blew against the exquisite embroidered curtains, her bright black hair flew in a short arc, and her originally laughing eyes gradually became cold …

Meng Shaoting saw her white face in the spring. Within the light, it was exceptionally bright. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up. He could feel the hair on his shoulders, causing his to feel slightly uncomfortable. Chaos, his forehead was trimmed with bangs that covered his scar, making her look like a little girl in his early twenties.

Meng Shaoting's heart moved slightly as he slowly walked over. The gentleness in his eyes gradually grew as it shined brighter and brighter. When he arrived in front of her, he extended his hand and held onto her cool hair and slightly twined it between his fingers. After walking around for a while and seeing her ice-cold expression, along with his lazy and pitiful appearance, he could not help but sigh, "I have never liked to read too many poems. In the past, when I was studying, I only had a deep memory about one poem.