Chapter 42

"What's the problem?" Jiang Hao heard her heart beat faster, and even became anxious.

But she tried hard to suppress the anxiety in her heart and asked, "What did you find there?"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes, nothing was found."

Not found.

Jiang Hao never expected such a result, but it was a more terrifying piece of information that he didn't find. There are two possibilities, Rong Jing is lying, or... His family background is so strong that he can't even invade the underground system.

But if it was a lie, why would he lie?

What if it's the second possibility?

That's really a dangerous existence.

Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the Land Rover. Under the street light, the car parked there quietly, very low-key.

She remembered that Rong Jing knew kung fu, above her.

However, her kung fu is not good, and there are many people above her, which doesn't explain anything. But Rong Jing was different, his kung fu seemed unfathomable.

The last time he played against Sun Chuhan, Jiang Hao also let someone check on Sun Chuhan. Although he was the eldest son of the Sun family, he was not an ignorant trash.

Not only does he have some business savvy, but he also heard that he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his master is a master-level figure after a certain martial arts family in China.

As a result, Rong Jing's identity is even more suspicious.

But why did he approach her?

Does he have anything to do with those who sneaked into the villa?

Jiang Li hung up the phone and walked back to the car. Rong Jing was still waiting for her, he was playing with a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it. These days, Gracie didn't remember his habit of smoking.

Seeing Jiang Hao looking at him, his eyes fell. It just landed on the bag she had placed in front of her. The bag was probably not taut, and a pack of cigarettes fell out of it.

Gracilaria doesn't often smoke, but she keeps it in her bag at all times, which contains special tranquilizer ingredients. After the incident at the age of eighteen, her mood was often unstable, and she often experienced symptoms of anxiety and fear.

Although she is much better now, she will feel at ease with those things in her bag.

Rong Jing, who didn't know where he came from, lit the cigarette with a "pop".

Jiang Hao had never seen him smoking, but his lazy and skilled attitude was clearly not a beginner. Jiang Hao grabbed it, "There is something inside."

The man's brows sank, with a dangerous aura.

Jiang Hao put out the cigarette before saying, "Don't worry, tranquilizer, not poison."

The man's eyes made her feel flustered for no reason, like a child who did something wrong and was caught on the spot by the teacher, and lowered her head involuntarily.

"After my mother passed away, my mood has been unstable." At that time, her mother was her biggest support in the world. When her mother died, her world almost collapsed in half.

"Then, when I was eighteen years old, that incident happened again... Since then, I have carried this thing with me." She squeezed the cigarette and slowly took it into her hand.

She rarely shows weakness, but the look of her head bowed at this time is particularly distressing.

Of course he remembered that night six years ago. But he never felt guilty, for him, it was just a woman.

Besides, he left them clues at the time.

It was a white jade wrench. At that time, the situation was urgent. He took it off and put it on her hand. On the wrench was the totem of their family.

It is also the symbol of their group. As long as it is in M's country, no one will not recognize it.

But until he finished the matter later, no one came.

Naturally, he wouldn't take it to heart, and it just happened.

But he never thought that that incident would leave such a deep scar in her heart. He wanted to hold her hand, but at that moment he lost his courage.

Jiang Hao suddenly opened his palms, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So, you'd better think clearly about whether you want to stay with me or not."

"Grasshopper."

The lights were not turned on in the car, and the light from the street lights outside came in from the window and fell on her side face. The space in the car is small, and he called her name with a bit of deep sexiness in his voice.

Jiang Hao turned around, "You don't have to pity me."

She didn't feel sympathy for this, she was living well now and didn't need anyone's sympathy.

The only regret is that the child...

It was she who gave birth to him, but did not raise him well. If he was still alive, I don't know if he would hate her.

In the evening, Jiang Hao went to Rong Jing's side, An Ning really didn't lie to her, Rong Jing's kitchen was hiding a lot of good wine. She came so many times, but she didn't find it.

Jiang Li opened a bottle of red wine, and Rong Jing's skill in frying steak came in handy.

By the time he had fried the steak, Jiang Li had already drank it by himself.

Others and red wine are only shallow tastes, she poured herself half a glass and could drink it all in one gulp.

Rong Jing took the wine glass from her hand: "Drink less."

Jiang Hao didn't rob him, went to the cupboard and took two more cups, poured half a cup for himself, and a small one for Rong Jing.

"What happened today is really relieved. Come, I respect you. You are also loyal, and the police station dares to beat people."

She clinked glasses with Rong Jing, raised her head and drank the entire glass of wine.

When she came out of the police station, she ate nothing and drank two glasses of red wine on an empty stomach. About to pour, Rong Jing took the bottle away, "Don't drink it."

Jiang Hao smiled and reached out, "So stingy?"

If he didn't grab it, Rong Jing held his wrist instead, "I know you're not happy, but drinking can't solve the problem."

"Not happy?" Jiang Li was so close to him that she almost pressed against his chest, she raised her eyes to look at him, "Why do you say I am not happy? What's so unpleasant!"

The strength of the red wine was slow, but she drank too hastily. She looked up at him, and her footsteps gradually became a little unsteady.

"Grasshopper!"

"Whether you give it or not, don't send it to me."

For so many years, she came here like this, tranquilizers and alcohol, but the more she drank, the better she could drink, and the more uncomfortable she felt when she was not drunk.

Rong Jing let go of her, poured half of his glass, and poured it for her: "I'll accompany you to drink."

Jiang Hao rubbed his wrist and drank it all.

Rong Jing pushed the plate in front of her, "Eat something first."

Jiang Hao didn't eat, but drank half a glass, and her consciousness gradually became dazed. She still wants to drink, the bottle has bottomed out, and she gets up and goes to the kitchen again.

When he stood up, he couldn't hold his body any longer and sat down again. He continued to stand up, staggered and took two steps, and one stumbled almost slammed into the corner of the table.

Rong Jing moved slightly and had already supported her.

"Sit down here, I'll get it."

Jiang Hao couldn't stand up at all, and leaned heavily towards him, almost touching his chest. When he lowered his head a little, he could see her appearance, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were slightly drunk, and her appearance was somewhat charming.

Rong Jing also drank wine, although not much, but at the moment it was a bit hot for some reason.

He pressed her to the seat and sat down, "Don't move."

Jiang Hao sat down with his strength, leaning against the table. When he went to get the wine again, she had already fallen asleep on the table.

It seems that he really drank too much.

Rong Jing put down the wine bottle, held her shoulders, and called out, "Jiang Li."

She lay on the table and didn't respond, so he had to lean over and pick her up. Gracilia slept peacefully, drinking too much was not a problem, and she didn't cry or make trouble.

Rong Jing picked her up, she smacking her lips subconsciously, and rubbing against his arms again.

He lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth drew an arc.