"If there is anything you want to ask, don't hold it in your heart. I hate your crankiness. ”

"You first touched your heart and swore that you never lied to me."

Ximen Longting was about to return to Jing Jiaren, and Wilson, who was guarding the door, coughed: "Young master." ”

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Come back and talk." ”

The bedroom door closed and he left.

Jing Jiaren sat there blankly, and quickly, sorted out her thoughts again. He'd be gone, and if he stayed a few more minutes, she might be tempted to question him.

The phone rings again.

This time, it was Jing Jiaren's mobile phone ringing......

Originally, the mobile phone had been hanging on her wrist, but when she was tied to her wrists by Ximen Longting last night, the mobile phone was ripped off.

Jing Jia found her mobile phone under the bed, and it was a warm call.

"Beauty, are you awake...... My dad found the book of poems and the photographs, and they had already been passed on. ”

Jing Jiaren nodded: "I'm awake, I'll pass." ”

She walked out of bed naked and looked at the Band-Aid on her wrist......

The wound was carved into her wrist, and yesterday he had just tied the place with a tie, so the band-aid wouldn't get in the water and fall off when he was in the shower.

Later, her hand was never loosened.

Probably helped her loosen it when he woke up in the morning, and didn't notice that much.

If he found out, he would be furious.

It's not that he feels sorry for her, but he treats her as his belonging, and doesn't allow her to destroy it, right?

Jing Jiaren smiled dumbly.

The wound has been strangled all night, how painful is it?

But she didn't say a word, as if she was deliberately tasting the pain, trying to keep her brain awake at all times.

Picking up a piece of clothing and putting it on her body, she quickly left the place, still planning to go to the warm guest room to wash up.

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The photo slowly came out of the printer.

Jing Jiaren's face turned pale and looked at the computer screen......

In the photo, Jing's mother is dressed in a European-style court dress, with a lace veil on her head, hanging down, swaying on the ground, sitting on a chaise longue, with a quiet and charming smile on her face......

Lace long-sleeved gloves from the same series as the veil hold the man next to him.

The man rested his hands on his knees, an orthodox men's court dress tattooed with gold wire, and sat on his legs, full of majesty and majesty.

A pair of red pupils, as if about to breathe fire, burned the whole picture to the ground.

With devastating fanaticism and arrogance......

and the ruthless murderous aura that cannot be ignored.

Wen Xinnuan leaned next to him and said, "It's handsome, isn't it?" …… It really looks like the one in your family, I'm not mistaken. But now, it seems, they are by no means alone. First of all, the age of the photo is wrong, and their hair color is also different. ”

Jing Jiaren mechanically picked up the printed haode photo.

Wen Xinnuan said again: "But it's so similar, it's not a coincidence, right?" Is there any kinship? ”

“……”

"Wow, it's like acting in a TV series. It's so romantic! Wen Xin's warm face showed longing, and began to automatically make up for it, "They fell in love with each other in the last era, because the family couldn't be together, and they beat the mandarin ducks, but I didn't expect their children to meet and fall in love, continuing the aiqing of the previous generation." How small is this chance, but it was also yujian by you! ”

"Do you think there is such a chance of a coincidence?"