Chapter 1172

Looking at her calm face, Ji Rufeng is cold. She remembers that she burned the shirt that rubbed Jiang Xuerou's Lipstick last time.

Can't help but say: "no one at home has been."

Zhao Jian didn't know whether he was telling the truth or a lie. He didn't tell himself what happened in the house of Liuzhen in Jiangnan. Even if Jiang Xuerou really went home, he would not tell himself.

However, Jiang Xuerou was made that way by her, and it should be impossible to want to go in the past.

Thinking like this, Zhao Jian nodded, "I know."

This series of things happened so fast that they didn't even have time to breathe. They haven't talked well for a long time. What makes Ji Rufeng feel wrong most is that he doesn't know what Zhao Jian is thinking.

In the evening, Zhao Jian goes home as promised, but Yu Heng doesn't come back. Zhao Jian also tells him not to tell his family what happened here. Yu Heng is still obedient.

When Ji Rufeng came back, Zhao Jian was mixing wine on the bar with several empty wine cups in hand.

Ji Rufeng is not in the mood to cook. After entering the kitchen, she comes out with two buckets of instant noodles, sits down opposite Zhao Jian, takes away the wine cup in front of her and pushes the instant noodles.

"Let's talk."

Zhao Jian put her hand on the instant noodles and looked at him askew, waiting for him to speak.

"About Zhao Xu I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt him. I really didn't

She nodded slightly and continued to look at him.

Ji Rufeng said, "however, it's really wrong of you to let people follow Jiang Xuerou and fight her."

Zhao Jian looked at the instant noodles in front of her and didn't speak. The prisoner still had a chance to argue, but he convicted her without asking anything.

Seeing her silent, Ji Rufeng looked at her, "what's the matter?"

After a long silence, Zhao Jian lifted the lid of the instant noodles and said, "I'm hungry."

Ji Rufeng

Zhao Jian thinks that she is a little ridiculous. She used to show Ji Rufeng's trust in herself in front of Jiang Xuerou, but now, Ji Rufeng's trust has been given to Jiang Xuerou, just like a fool, like a joke.

She also wants to tell Ji Rufeng why she did those things, but there is no evidence. Who believes her?

Instant noodles are not delicious. After a few bites, Zhao Jian doesn't want to eat any more and goes back to her room to sleep.

The so-called talk, no disease.

Ji Rufeng sighed. I don't know how Zhao Jian became like this.

He cleaned up the bar and went back to the room. Zhao Jian had fallen asleep, half lying on the sofa with her legs on the ground.

However, only a half a month later, the pajamas I bought before have become loose and flabby. The flesh on my face has fallen off, and the clavicle and sternum protrude, which is very obvious.

Ji Rufeng leaned over and picked her up. It was clear that she had some fingers.

After just two steps, Zhao Jian opened her eyes.

She saw him, pushed his shoulder, wanted to come down, was held by Ji Rufeng, "I hold you."

As soon as Zhao Jian's body froze, she looked at him and couldn't refuse. She pursed her lips. Her nose was a familiar smell. She didn't know how much she missed her. But when she thought of what Jiang Xuerou said in front of her that day, Zhao Jian's heart was like being stabbed into a hornet's nest. She couldn't breathe.

"Season is like the wind." She called him, very quietly, as if it would be broken at any time.

Ji Rufeng looked at her and said, "hmm?"

Zhao Jian forced to close her eyes, but in a flash, she opened them again, and her eyes were full of seriousness.

"Have you ever held another woman?" she asked

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