"I don't want to make such a joke."

Accompanying the sound of the TV commercial, Ling Jing's tone was slightly stiff, and Qing Xiu's eyebrows had already appeared angry expression. After a long time, Jia Ming on the sofa was relieved.

"I mean it."

"I said, I don't want to make such a joke!"

Ling Jing widened her eyes and raised her voice. Picking up the remote control in your hand, the sound of the TV rose up first, and then came back after a while, throwing the remote control quietly, stubbornly looking at the TV screen.

Jia Ming leaned down, held her head with both hands, and answered her, still the voice: "Let's break up ..."

"What did my parents say to you? Or those relatives? I said that I didn't want to make such a joke. Don't make it as good as a TV series!" Watching Jiaming suddenly said the call and turned quietly. On the sofa, I poured a glass of water on the side of the coffee table, and my voice trembled with my mood. "I said that I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to go abroad. I have never even thought of being a big musician. It doesn't matter, you already know these, why should you think about it, if you look like this, I ... even I will get angry! "

"Not because of the piano ..."

"Why is that?" He murmured a glass of water, and turned quietly. "Not because of this but what else?"

Jia Ming rubbed his forehead and looked at the ground silently. Ling Jing looked at him like that.

"Say it."

"many things……"

"A lot of things? Because those people in the family are always annoying you? I asked you to travel to Guilin? I ..." Ling Jing had red eyes, thinking about it for a long time, "I ... because I always worry about rustling things Tantrums? I'm too shy? I don't like triads? Or do you like rustle and don't like me ... Are you tired of me? "

"Not these ..."

"What are you talking about?"

He glanced at him and waited quietly for an answer over there. The sound of the TV rang continuously in the room, as if there were no movement of the two bodies between the sounds. All that was left was the rhythm of breathing, in which the crosstalk seemed to be clear and audible.

In fact, before that, Jia Ming had already prepared several sets of speeches, and even thought about the expressions when he spoke. However, at this time, these thoughts were swirling in his mind and he couldn't find them Putting it appropriately in the current situation, he opened his mouth and finally couldn't say anything. Ling Jing waited for a long time. Finally spoke.

"What did my father and mother tell you? Right?"

"No, you know they won't do such things ..."

"Do you like other girls?" Lingjing took a deep breath and paused. "Xun?"

"No."

"That's ... Dongfang Wan?"

"how is this possible……"

"It's not Dongfang Wan. Xu Yiting will never be."

"I haven't had much contact with her ..."

"Who is that ..."

"Nothing ..."

"Sister Yahan?"

After several consecutive guesses, the sound came to a halt in the air. The last name, Lingjing, was basically spoken casually. Who knew that Jia Ming suddenly settled, and her body was stiff, and after a while, she trembled and asked: "Is it Yahan?"

"... how did you guess?"

"I ... of course I guess ... ha ..." Ling Jing opened her mouth, and suddenly a ridiculous emotion burst into her mind. She put this choice at the end, but she thought it was the least possible. However, from the moment I met with Yahan, the scene suddenly surged up, and laughed absurdly, stopped and stopped, and stretched his left hand to his mouth. I do n’t know how to express it: "But ... you nonsense, you ... Sister Yahan is seven years older than you, how is it possible, how ... Sister Yahan ... she ..."

With that said, Ling Jing fell to his shoulders, and sat back on the sofa in a slow pace, holding his head with both hands. Ten fingers infiltrated between those long hairs: "Bottom down ... what time is it ..."

Jia Ming was silent for a while: "Last year in New York."

"Sister Yahan is ill. You go to save her, and then ..." She thought about it. "Then you are reconciled ... uh, no wonder Sister Yahan talked to us after she came back and still playing together, you ..." "You ... did you tell Shasha?"

"No……"

"Then why are you telling me!"

Ling Jing screamed under her eyes, seeing Jia Ming look down and silent again, grabbed an apple on the coffee table and smashed it at him, picked up the remote control in the other hand, and threw it out. Time, the apple on the coffee table, the remote control on the sofa, the pillows, and the clothes all flew towards Jia Ming, and the annoyed Jia Ming was silent in his quiet heart. For a time, he almost threw out anything he could get. The remote control together with Several apples hit Jia Ming's head, and they popped open. After the apple was thrown away, she subconsciously touched the fruit plate ...

Swipe the floor and blood splatters.

Ling Jing's hand holding the fruit knife froze in the air, Jia Ming took a breath and looked at the open mouth of his left arm. He still did not speak. After a moment, Lingjing swallowed a spit of water, put down the knife, and leaned over. First he picked up the pillow around him, then took his own coat, covered it over the wound on Jiaming's hand, pressed it a few times, but That blood couldn't stop. The water in her eyes was bright, but her eyes widened stubbornly, never letting tears stay.

After pressing a few times like this, she got up quietly, went into the bedroom in the back, took out the medicine box, unbuttoned the clothes for Jia Ming, then took off the shirt, took out the iodine, gauze and started cleaning the wound for him. .

The voice of the advertisement continued on TV. The two figures behind the coffee table were like a quiet silhouette. Jia Ming sat there, watching the spirit kneeling beside his leg quietly clean up, apply medicine, and bandage. The girl was beautiful but thin The body shivered slightly. When the wound was bandaged, she quietly packed her things and then returned the medicine chest to the room. When he came out of the room, he already had a Jiaming floor coat in his hand.

Put your clothes next to him. The girl passed him and sat back to her original position, looking at the TV screen.

"It's been more than a year, why do you say it at this time?"

"Why is it Yahan?"

"I ... I can follow you with Sasa, but ..."

"Isn't it enough to have me and Shasha?"

Maybe she was frightened by the blood, and Ling Jing didn't hand it out aloud again. She looked at the TV, the voice was always faint, but there was no answer over there, Jia Ming put on his clothes. He closed his eyes in pain, wondering what he was thinking. The two then sat silently on the same sofa. Let time pass with the ticking of the clock.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, the TV commercials are over, and a violent movie is replaced. Sunlight gradually leaned out to the west outside the window, sitting there quietly, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to expect, and not knowing whether he could forgive Jiaming. There would be chaos in my head. Just fine ... no. Maybe Sasa is not better. She can't stand such things, but she can't stand it either. Sister Yahan ... is in this mood. Suddenly remembered things as a child.

I remember that when I was in elementary school, I was too strong. I was scolded by a man-in-law in the class. Then I sat on the grass and wept. Jia Ming came and said, "Even if you are a man-in-law, I marry you." I just feel embarrassed. He slapped him. Then he fought for three days, sitting next to himself. He refused to speak to him, but he was expecting Jiaming to come and apologize, or actively raise the topic. However, Jia Ming never apologized. When he went to the Wu Guan, he deliberately closed the door to prevent him from entering, hoping that he would knock on the door outside, perhaps saying "open the door", and he had a reason to speak, but opened it. At the door, he just left.

When he was young, it was his character. He cried a long time at home, and finally he found him first, and reconciled with him casually. The situation at that time was so similar to what it is now. What could I expect? Perhaps it was explanation, apology, remorse, even the brazen sophistry of a man. It was okay. Forgive him and even give him a reason. It doesn't matter if you are cheated ...

However, everything is always the same. He replaced his apology with silence. She knew that the apology was there. She chopped him with a knife and perhaps wanted to kill him directly, and he would face it motionlessly. But what's the use of it? When you are young, no matter what the matter is, you can talk first, smile first, reconcile first, but this time ... it's different ...

She just waited and waited in this way, Nikko took away Can Hong from the sky, and a cartoon of a child was shown on the TV. No one spoke. When the phone rang, I knew it subconsciously. Reached out and picked up the microphone around him: "Hey ..."

A vibrant voice came over the phone: "Hey, who's answering the phone? I'm Wan Wan."

"I'm Ye Lingjing."

"Lingjing, do you persuade Jiaming? You will leave tomorrow morning. On such a hot day, I will go to Guilin, where the air-conditioned bus is pleasant, go to the cave in the warm winter and cool summer, and go to the Li River for swimming. How can such a good thing not go? "

"Jia Ming said he would not go."

"Ah? Forget it, I already knew he should not go. What about you and Shasha? It's going to be a crowded crowd. When I arrived in Beijing, I didn't know if there was such an opportunity."

"Shasha doesn't pass ..." Ling Jing replied softly like a ghost, and lived for a moment. "Can I play?"

"Dang-Ran-Lai-welcome welcome, welcome to meet at the school gate at six tomorrow morning. It's cooler to leave early. Would you like me and Yi Ting to pick you up?"

"No, I'll come by myself, thank you."

"Great, remember to bring a swimming suit and life buoy, um, in fact, life buoys can be bought in the past ..."

Dongfang Wan talked again on the phone. After the call was hung up, she quietly sat down with her head down for half a minute, finally took a deep breath, raised her head, and stood up, her eyes filled with red tears. It never fell.

I walked to the door and put on my shoes and socks. Lingjing opened the door and went out: "I go home to sleep." The door closed gently. For a moment, a voice from the owner of the game room greeted Lingjing.

About ten minutes later, Jia Ming took a deep breath, got up, turned off the TV, and touched the gauze bandaged on his arm. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey ... Kaoru, tomorrow afternoon. I will fly to Tokyo."

When night falls, let us look to a villa on the outskirts of Xinning City.

Although it occupies a large area, it is not a very special house. At this time, with the lights gradually lighting up, the atmosphere of the entire villa seemed to be a little killing. More than a dozen expensive cars stopped on the street outside the villa at this time, and some people in different costumes were waiting in the living room at the moment, waiting for the host's reception.

"Hello, Huang, aren't you really that powerful?"

The one who was talking to the person around him was a slightly fat man. A middle-aged man with a mole near his eyes, if time can be reversed, we can see him at several places where the bosses of Jianghai Gangsters meet, this is the boss of a medium-sized gang in Jianghai City. The nickname is Shan Wang Cui. Now his gang is having some problems with Shazhu Gang. The reason why he came to Xinning at this time is because the owner of this villa, the boss of Xinning gang, Zhao Zhenhai, of course, will meet Their. But it's not this person.

Hearing his doubts. The old Huang next to him lowered his voice: "Not great? I'm here, I'm not afraid to make it clear to you. Anyway, you also know ... Chaohai Group, have you heard of it?"

"Just, everyone who has done business, who hasn't heard of Chaohai Group, what's wrong, that person inside ... has something to do with Chaohai?"

"It ’s more than a relationship. He is the second son of Ying Haisheng, chairman of Chaohai Group, and is called Ying Zifeng. If you think about it, people from this background set off a sand and bamboo gang. Is n’t it a matter of saying things? ? "

The oldest surname Cui Di gave a long pause: "Wow, really? He Xinning helped, could he have a relationship with the second son of Chaohai Group?"

"The relationship is one point, but the most important thing is that Sha Zhubang offended the second girl with that little girl. It is also the way of Zhao Boss. Didn't the Sha Zhu Gang talk about rectification recently and started to be good, and Zhao Boss bought the relationship, Recently, a boss led the second son to go to a bar below Shazhu Bang. A friend of the second son saw a lady inside and was willing to spend money ... You know this kind of thing anyway ... ... "

The surname Cui nodded. He was also used to storms. When he heard this, he naturally understood something: "Wasn't that woman out to do it?"

"It was said that I went to university to work part-time and work hard and study frugally, but what is the identity of the second son, and if he encounters this kind of thing in the past, he is willing to spend money. We can help clear it up. Of course, the second son ’s friend drank. Some wine, after all, is drunk, not to mention the women in the bar, not yet casual, who knows that the little girl is nearby, and things have not been done ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ but directly asked someone to give the second son's friend to Beat it. "

Boss Cui laughed and said, "Then Liangzi can bear it now."

"No." Lao Huang also laughed. "But everyone was not sure at that time. When the second son came out, he actually knew the little girl. The second son didn't say anything at the time, but he could buy Mr. Zhao through this. The boss was terrified. After knowing that, the second son asked about the recent domineering of the Shazhu Gang, but just sneered, and then you know, there is now the matter. Anyway, the second son shot, to settle the little girl The film is not a simple matter. The reason why I contact you is because once the sand bamboo gang has a problem, Jiang Hai can't go wrong. You can divide the place of the sand bamboo gang, but you have to take it slowly. You know what is turbulent, no one can protect everyone, so the second son will be a notary in the middle, so that everyone can do the next thing in peace and kindness. As for Shazhu to help those people ... "

He waved his hand and smiled insidiously.

"Oh, then wait and see." Given that someone has recently asked me if the killing is about to end ... Let's say that the killing is scheduled to be ten volumes. Even if it is different from the booking, there are nine volumes. The seven volumes are just past the first half so they won't end up like that. Honestly, I am the one who hates the worst, and our slogan is: Eunuch Ning, do n’t be bad! ^^