Chapter 261

I don't know if her character decides her fate, or whether the twists and turns shape her into what she is now. She can't believe a person wholeheartedly, and she will never love a man as ardently and persistently as she was when she was young. She completely encloses herself in a solid and hard shell, revealing all that is a fake Fu Jingzhi.

Therefore, she can accept Meng shaoting's hug in such a gentle and gentle way. So, after seeing and hearing about Shaoxuan's betrayal, she has no big ripples in her heart, just accept it quietly.

Yes, she won't believe any more. She doesn't believe all the beautiful, ugly, complicated and simple things.

In this world, the only thing she cares about is her heart, and only her heart, Meng Feitong. No, maybe later, he should be named Fu.

"Hate me or not?" Meng shaoting's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the suffocating calm, knowing that her face was on his chest, and her tears had dried up. She opened her mouth in a deep voice with the low dullness after crying: "why hate you?"

"I let you get involved in this mess. I want you to stay, but I can't give you a peaceful environment. What's more, my parents treat you like that..."

He frowned, and his dark eyes clearly said that he was worried. He was afraid that she really hated him. He was willing to bear all the past, but it didn't mean that he really wanted her to revenge him and hate him. He just wanted to hold this little weak woman in his arms, and then he would be protected by him, and never experience pain again.

Jing Zhi shakes his head gently. "No, I'm not unreasonable. You're not the fault of those things..."

"But those mistakes were made by my parents..."

Jingzhi's fingers slowly clenched, and she worked hard for a long time to make her voice sound calm: "Shao Ting, I'm very tired. Now I don't want to say these things."

He was silent for a moment, and then gently pulled her away from his arms. Under the light, he carefully looked at her face, but saw that the bottom of her eyes was indeed filled with heavy fatigue. He sighed, raised his hand and stroked her cheek: "you have been here for so long, and you haven't even had a bite of rice. Now you can eat with me, and then go to rest, and have a good sleep?"

"Well." Jingzhi nods gently and breaks away from his arms. She washes her face and feels better. When she turns around, dinner is finally delivered.

The dishes were pretty good. Jingzhi put the plates one by one on the bedside table, and then filled two bowls of rice from the heat preservation barrel. He was injured. Fortunately, his right hand was ok, which did not affect the normal activities. At one time, the delivery workers left, and only two of them sat silently under the light in the room.

The food was delicious. They were really hungry. For a while, they didn't care to talk. They had a small bowl of rice at one sitting. They just felt a lot better in their stomach. Even their stomach was uncomfortable. She put her chopsticks on, looked up and saw him looking at her.

Under the light, his face is very handsome and angular. He leans on the edge of the bed and stops eating for a long time, but his thin lips are smiling, and his eyes are more like the water. He looks at her like she is still.

Static know first was stupefied for a while, then it is subconsciously touch his face, "do I have rice grains on my face?"

He laughed in a low voice. It was dull, but it was so pleasant. Her face was slightly raised by Jingzhi, but her cheeks were red. Dizzy, her eyes were a little confused, and a little charming. He looked at her. He really hoped that time would be fixed like this. Really, he felt the joy he had never felt before.

"Jingzhi..." At the moment when he opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slipped across her lips, twisting the white rice grains. He stretched his lips, and his face was heavy, but he turned away and said, "have I ever told you?"

"What?" Jingzhi feels that the atmosphere is gradually changing. Ambiguous, she is not at ease. Subconsciously, she doesn't want him to say it. In the bottom of her heart, there is a growing expectation. What will he say? What is he going to say? For a while, she was clenching her fists tightly, and her eyes were shining.

He seemed to have a beautiful love speech to say to her, but he pondered for a long time and said only a simple sentence.

"Quiet knowledge." He could only touch her cheek with one hand across the table, as if holding the treasure he had lost and recovered.

Jingzhi answers in a low voice. Seeing the fire in his eyes, it's so hot and strong. She only feels that her heart starts to tighten. It's hard for her to breathe.

"Let me take care of you. I will take care of you forever."

When he finished, he was filled with inexplicable chagrin. Why can't he always have endless love words for her like Shaoxuan? He can always hold her in his arms and tell her all those warm sweet words. If he can do that, he can show his mind to her so frankly. Don't he have to wait so long until she is willing to turn back.

But it turns out that when I really love someone, I can't speak out when I'm sad. Most of the sweet words are just for unrelated people.

Is it, at the beginning of his feelings for his side. People, not always have endless love words? He can even coax them to be happy without thinking, praise their beauty like endorsement, say that she is his favorite woman, the most beautiful woman he has seen, but now, he looks at the woman he really likes, but he can't even say a word of praise.

Do you still have to say it? His eyes, his actions, his every expression, everything he does, go beyond those words, don't they?

When he finished, he dared to look into her eyes.

Jingzhi's heart twitches for a moment, her whole body is shaking, but the palm holding her face is so warm, like a blazing fire. She wants to melt her cold shell bit by bit. She wants to cry, and she wants to cry again. When she is in front of him, she is always more vulnerable than before. When a person carries something different, she even changes the light bulb, repairs the water pipe, and When I buy rice to go home, I will feel like a female King Kong in front of countless trivial things, no matter how hard I am or how tired I am, I will never cry.

But once she saw him, she could not control her tears. She was like a little girl who had been wronged. She always wanted to cry for him.

Big eyes blinked a few times, but the vision became more and more blurred. Those tears moistened the eyes, wet the eyelashes, and dangled on the eyelashes.

Meng shaoting suddenly panicked. For the first time, he said something like this. For the first time, he made such a serious promise to a woman. He let it go. He thought she would refuse or promise, but he never thought about what it meant that she cried.

"Jingzhi Jingzhi, don't cry, don't cry... " He can only coax her over and over again, anxious don't know what to say, he used to deal with the means of women? What are those all-around moves? Why can't one of them come out?

His palm was so gentle and huge that almost one hand could cover her whole face. She was clenched by him. The slightly rough palm stroked her tears over and over again. There was clear pain coming from her. She could not help biting her lips. When she opened her mouth, she did not find that she would be coquettish

"Pain..." Her eyes widened with grievance, but the tears were surging more and more. He had never seen so many tears, and he was almost scared.

"Where does it hurt? Where? " He held her face tighter. If he could not move, he would almost get out of bed.

Jingzhi wrinkled her nose and choked a few times. When she closed her eyes, another tear came out. Her eyebrows also wrinkled tightly, like two cute little caterpillars: "my face hurts Your hand, it hurts my face... "

She said off and on, but now she didn't recognize that she was almost like a three-year-old girl playing coquettish.

"Sorry, Jingzhi..." He took back his hand, looked at his palm, and looked at her face. Her skin was so delicate. Even after so much suffering, she looked like a young girl. He wanted to hold her in his palm.

But just now, she yelled and hurt. It was like being coquettish to him. Meng shaoting stared at her for a while.

Does Jing know how to be coquettish? Is there such a delicate and playful side to the little woman who has always been quiet and reserved?

He looked at her all over the body is not natural up, suddenly twisted his body to stand up, wiped his tears and said in a buzzing voice: "I left."

"Where to?" His nerves tightened and his eyes looked at her as if they were hooks.