Chapter 300

She looked up at him, but saw that he was just standing there in a solemn way. She could hug him and kiss him just as she had in those days, but at the moment, all her courage was gone..

In the open and romantic France for seven years, she thought that she had been cultivated and refined to the level of perfection, but she did not expect that she was so small and pale in front of the ever more indifferent and unpredictable Meng shaoting who had fallen in love with her sister Fu Jingzhi.

She came back with full of hatred and expectation. She dressed herself in the room all morning, changed her makeup several times, changed countless clothes, and finally made herself dazzling in front of him. However, his eyes without any fluctuation fell on her face easily and disdainfully, which broke her delicate disguise.

Whoever falls in love first will lose.

She smiled miserably, but still unwilling: "Shao Ting, you really want to be so cruel to me?"

Before she finished speaking, she saw him take out his cell phone and start dialing

"You don't have to call the police. I'll go by myself." The smile on Jingyan's face was a little bit broken. She walked down from his car gracefully and gracefully and stood in front of him, looking at him motionless.

Meng Shaoting sniffed the smell of the famous brand perfume on her body, frowned and turned to leave, but silent words suddenly opened up, and his eyes followed him: "Meng Shaoting, you always ask for my day."

"Don't be paranoid." He didn't look back, but the smile on his lips was ironic.

"Then we'll see." Jingyan's face gradually turned pale. She suddenly ran after her for several steps, but with a sad smile: "Meng shaoting, I'm going to marry your elder brother!"

Meng shaoting stepped forward steadily, "Congratulations, the future president's wife."

When the door slammed, he started the car and left. In the rearview mirror, he saw Jingyan's slender body still standing there. Looking at the direction of his car, he felt as if he had pressed a huge stone. The last sentence of Jingyan really shocked him.

I'm afraid that Jie has to work a hundred times harder. I'm afraid that with such a powerful and powerful backing, he will be hard to shake. However, at first, he was not very enthusiastic about power, and it's not impossible for him to go out and establish his own door. But now, I can't tolerate him at all. If I don't suppress him to the point of no turning over I'm afraid it won't be so easy to give up.

He can give up and give up some external things in time. But if he is forced to survive and doesn't know how to fight back, he will live in vain for more than 30 years.

He was full of worries all the way. When he arrived at the quiet garden, it was one o'clock at noon. He was thinking when he stopped the car. She had taken a nap now, but when he came to the small building, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, as if waiting for him.

He put down all the troubles. He went in with a light smile, took off his windbreaker and prepared to hand it to the servant. However, he found that there was only one person in the living room. He was surprised, so he hung his coat on the clothes rack to one side, walked to her, sat down beside her, and reached for her: "what's the matter? What happened? "

The atmosphere was a little strange, and he couldn't help asking.

Jingzhi eyes and nose, nose and heart, long eyelashes drooped down, which covered the bright and dark eyes under her eyes. She didn't avoid his embrace, but after he asked, she asked gently, "Shao Ting, not the same one who was kidnapped last time, who did it?"

When she asked this, he immediately knew what she had heard. His eyebrows were full of fierce color, and his fingers were slightly tightened: "who is talking nonsense in front of you?"

All of a sudden, she smiled and raised her head. There was a silence between her eyes, like a dry well without any wave light.

"Shaoting, if I don't hear this truth from others, are you going to hide it from me for life?"

She stood up, the thin figure seemed to fall in the wind, but the hatred and estrangement of her eyes were stronger than ever before, which knocked him down in an instant. All things suddenly accumulated together, and he felt exhausted.

He has been chasing her all the time. He is struggling to maintain the faltering relationship between them. She only needs to be a little closer, and he can feel great happiness. But every time, when she gets closer, it is a greater retreat.

She fears too much, cares too much, and he is the smallest part, the smallest part.

Explain? She would not believe him, and he seemed to have no strength to explain.

"Yes, if possible, I will keep it from you forever." He smiled bitterly, sandwiched between his mother and the woman he loved deeply, to see whether his heart would suffer when they broke down and could not be repaired? She never thought about him.

What do you want him to do? Tell her that his mother can't bear to be different from this child, so she has planned such a despicable thing. Then they are incompatible and quarrelsome. She and him can't stand together anymore?

Or do you want him to take his own mother to prison with a rope?

What he can do is to try his best to calm down the trouble and not let the conflict intensify. What he does is not for his own selfish heart. What he does is to ask her and his precarious relationship not to continue to worsen!

But she won't believe it. She only thinks at the top of her head. It's because she is not his child, so he doesn't care at all. It's because she and Fei are not the same as each other, but his mother's weight in his heart. He knows that she must think so.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't cheat me any more." She turned around and walked upstairs, but her voice became urgent: "I'll take Feitong away now. Meng shaoting, if you don't want me and Feitong to die here, don't stop me."

"Fu Jingzhi!" The teacup in his hand was crumpled raw, and the blood in the palm of his hand was red.

But he didn't have any scruples. He kicked the coffee table in front of him. He rushed to her and clutched her wrist. He was so excited and angry that he could not control himself.

"Have you had enough trouble? What else do you want me to do? I'm more anxious than you. I'm more excited than you at the moment when I found him. What do you think I'm doing to hide this? "

"What are you doing for? You just favor you. Mom, you treat me as a fool and keep me in the dark. Everyone knows it's you. Mom did this thing, but I don't know! It's not my son. Yes, he has nothing to do with you, but what did you say? Because he's mine, so he's yours, you forget? "

"I forgot? Ask yourself Fu Jingzhi! You ask yourself, am I better to him than my own son? Yes, he is not my son, but do I care? I'm even going to take care of him with you all my life! "

"Meng shaoting, stop talking. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to stay here anymore..."

Jingzhi is confused. She hates that he doesn't tell her the truth. She protects Mrs. Meng, but hates herself. She knows that he is in trouble. She knows that there is no better way for him, but there is no way to forgive him, and there is no way to accept his words.

Perhaps what she cared about more was that between his mother and her, the spirit in his heart inclined to Mrs. Meng.

He let go of his hand and stepped back and looked at her like that.

He felt that his heart was broken by her mercilessly and then he threw it on the ground and stepped on it. What's the point of holding on to something that doesn't belong to him?

But he was so mean. She was clearly reluctant to listen, but he couldn't help explaining to her: "I didn't tell you about this, but I was afraid that you would be more alienated and reluctant to stay with me if you knew what she did. I just wanted to keep you, Jing Zhi. The bitterness and hatred in your heart are too heavy. I don't want you to bear more, This is my true words, there is no false, believe it or not, by you, if you really want to go, I will not stop you, I am also a personal Fu Jingzhi, repeatedly tossed, I also have time to support. "

He sat on the sofa dispirited, his fingers trembling in his pocket, he found the cigarette, which had been lit, but he saw her standing there shivering thin like that, he still pressed the cigarette on the table, the temple was as painful as a needle, he could not help reaching out to press it for a few times, the feeling of haggard heart, it was really hard to bea