Chapter 207: Gentle Memories

Jing'er laughed again, her whole body was warm, and it seemed that every cell was ironed with something called happiness.

Wang Mengjing stood in the ward, watching the two of them show affection with no one in their eyes, and they were angry, didn't they sincerely show him and deliberately anger him.

"There are still people here, you two should also be more restrained, and when it gets dark and no one is around, you can show as much as you want."

Under Meng Jing's repeated emphasis, Li Jingjing was embarrassed to continue holding hands with Jiezi no matter how thick-skinned she was.

It was dark, and when she opened the door of the ward quietly and saw the figure in the dark living room, Li Jingjing instantly launched a chilling attack like a cheetah, but unfortunately the other party was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the figure had already spoken at the same time as the figure flashed sideways, and her low and cold voice was Wang Mengjing's familiar voice.

"Jing'er?" The little brother of the Wang family took back his move stiffly, and he was really shocked that Jing'er appeared in the ward at such a time, didn't she just walk out of the ward in the afternoon, what would she do if she ran back again, Li Jingjing turned on the lamp on the side, and under the light, Li Jingjing looked at Wang Mengjie's face like a frozen flame, and the whole person revealed a terrifying majesty and coldness.

"It's going to happen." With two cold words, Wang Mengjie looked at Meng Jing who was standing in the middle of the room.

Although Wang Mengjing really wanted to hear about the corner, but when he thought of his second brother's coldness that was not angry and mighty, he dispelled this idea in a sneer, in the Wang family, the old man Wang is the most *** and majestic, but the only person Wang Mengjing is a little afraid of is Wang Mengjie.

Li Jingjing knew that Wang Mengjing must have something to say to Jiezi when he came, but Wang Mengjing didn't expect that he would sleep in the ward at night.

When the drowsy Li Jingjing noticed that someone was invading at the first time, thinking of the seriously injured Jiezi, Li Jingjing acted cleverly to stop Wang Mengjing's further movements, who knew that Wang Mengjing touched the ward in the middle of the night.

When the door of the bedroom sounded, Li Jingjing still opened her eyes and opened her eyes, the nurse should not come again at this time, she was still wearing clothes, and it was uncomfortable to fall asleep. But Jing'er is strange that it is so late, who will come to her place?

If the other party directly aimed and shot at this moment, Jing'er knew that she would never be able to dodge, and her sleepy-eyed and hazy body was already weak. The movement is bound to be slow, and he slowly opens his eyes and looks at the figure walking by the light.

Knowing that it was Wang Mengjing, Li Jingjing stood in the ward and looked at Jiezi with a cold face, Meng Jing must have something to say to Jiezi. Li Jingjing turned around and walked out of the ward.

Sitting on the stone bench in the hospital garden, Li Jingjing looked at the dark and dreary sky, thinking about the scene when she once met Jiezi in the middle of the night.

That day, because of drinking too much, there was a little doubt in her eyes, because she was drunk and a little foggy, half-squinting when she saw that the tall figure turned out to be Jiezi, Jing'er's eyes widened in shock, and her little face was completely stiff and petrified.

Although there are a lot fewer cars at night, the roads out of the city are smoother. However, Jiezi still drove for almost two hours to reach the Tanglin Villa, and Jiezi found the room that Gezi had booked without alerting anyone.

Originally, there was still a lot of anger, but seeing Gezi wrapped in the quilt and looking at himself with wide eyes and shock, although Wang Mengjie still had a cold face, his feelings could be completely controlled.

"How do you ...... Here ......" stammered, although Gezi wanted to escape by dreaming, but as Wang Mengjie approached, Gezi could clearly feel the chill around him, and the drunkenness and drowsiness dissipated.

The song was a little uneasy. Sneaking a glance at Wang Mengjie, his face was really gloomy, his facial features were tense, and his black eyes were cold and cold like a black hole. He must have known what had happened tonight, and he couldn't help but shrink into the quilt as soon as he was afraid of her.

"Go take a shower, the smell of alcohol." Jiezi opened his mouth briefly, his voice was very low, and after glancing at the obviously nervous song, Jiezi still had a cold face. Turned around and walked directly to the bathroom to put the bath water on Gezi, the child sometimes has to be educated with grace and power, otherwise she will definitely dare to do it again next time.

Gezi drooped her head, looked at Jiezi who walked into the bathroom weakly, scratched her head, lowered her head to her arm and smelled the really unpleasant smell of wine, which made Gezi more like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and she even wanted to die.

But Gezi thought that there was still Jiezi in the room at the moment, so she just nestled in the bathtub and took a bath. His face immediately burned hot, how could Jiezi come here?

Gezi curled up in the hot water, and the discomfort of the original drunkenness was relieved a lot, which made her continue to think about how Jiezi suddenly appeared here, and Gezi had a characteristic, so she forgot about the embarrassment and embarrassment caused by the glass bathroom.

The night was quiet, a cigarette was quickly smoked, Jiezi extinguished the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray, the cold wind blew, the black eyes on the cold face were extremely deep and deep, like an ancient Tan under the moon, cold and quiet, he was jealous, right?

Jiezi looked at the night outside the window fixedly, the eyebrows that flew into the temples frowned, and slowly let go after a long time, when he knew that Gezi drank too much, he was anxious and worried, and the anger couldn't be suppressed, shouting, galloping and burning, so that Jiezi drove over without any hesitation, she was still a child, a simple child who didn't know the world and didn't know the sinister world, he couldn't let it go.

In the bathroom, after taking a shower, Gezi glanced at the glass door, and didn't see Jiezi's figure, Gezi finally felt a little relieved, drank too much, and was soaked in hot water at the moment, Gezi felt a little dizzy, and when he got up, his body shook a little, and he hurriedly held on to the washstand, and the result was that the **pants that were originally carefully placed on it touched the wet ground.

This pig head of yourself! Gezi looked at the wet clothes sadly, and reluctantly took the bathrobe and wrapped it, but she didn't wear **, Gezi didn't dare to go out of the bathroom to face Jiezi, although under the bathrobe wrapping, unless she saw through the eyes, no one would know that she was light inside.

The smell of smoke completely dissipated, Jiezi closed the window, feeling that Geko had been taking a bath for too long, and she was worried that she would faint in the bathroom when she was drunk, so she immediately got up and knocked on the door, and looked at Gezi's figure standing on the side of the sink through the glass, and then she was slightly relieved.

Gezi's wooden pillar is generally pestled in front of the washstand, looking at himself in the mirror with reddened cheeks, grinding his teeth, **If it's dry, he will wear it back again, but now it's wet and dripping, and Gezi really can't put the dirty ** back on his body.

But if she doesn't wear it, she can't nest in the bathroom all night, so the only feasible way at present is to ask Jiezi to help make a phone call and ask the boutique below the hotel to send a clean ** up, but this head is a knife, and the head is also a knife, and Gezi wants to kill herself again.

"What's wrong?" Jiezi didn't see Gezi come out for a long time, he turned around gentlemanly, but after waiting for a long time to see Gezi come out, he couldn't help knocking on the glass door. (To be continued.) )