Feng Jin finally quieted down under his coaxing, her teeth stumbled, her body kept trembling, she still couldn't face his eyes, she didn't want to see herself from his pupils that had already become upside down, she still remembered what his face looked like in his eyes eight years ago, delicate and beautiful, fair and bright, but now her skin was rough and dim, she couldn't find herself who was glorious in the past, and she was disgusted with this skin left.

Ji Rongke hugged her tightly in his arms, he kissed her withered hair, and some loose skin, he didn't know how to comfort her, maybe it wasn't comfort at all, in his eyes she hadn't changed, there was no one in this world who was not devastated by the years, no one was spared, she spent eight years in prison, better than the eighteen years of ups and downs outside, but it did not prevent Ji Rongke from loving the vicissitudes of her eyebrows and eyes, her dim skin, her thin and thin body, and her wrinkled cheekbones, I love her restless soul even more.

She is still the original Feng Jin, the girl who carried a lantern on the bank of the moat and tugged at his heartstrings, how beautiful she smiled that year, and now she is as bright as ever.

He took the mirror off the windowsill and placed it in front of her, her eyes flickered and wanted to dodge, he chased her eyes, he had to let her see, she was finally defeated by him who was more persistent, her dull gaze stared at herself in the mirror, she really wanted to cry when she looked at it, it seemed that the days had not passed much, all the blink of an eye was gone, her eight years of youth were empty, quietly walked away, she wanted time to stop and wait for herself, why was there nothing she had not enjoyed.

Her gaze swept cautiously over her face, she was suddenly stunned, stretched out her fingers to touch the cold mirror, her eyebrows were blue, so thick and hard, hidden between the fine hair on her forehead, it seemed that it had been traced for a long time to be so bright as ink.

Ji Rongke looked at her inside through the glass, half of his face was blocked by the frame, and he could see it blurryly, only half of his thin lips, half of his tall nose, and a full of eyes.

He really hasn't changed as much as her, she has been crushed by time, he is still fighting against time, he is still the same as Ji Rongke eight years ago except for the white sideburns, but she is so haggard that he feels distressed.

He didn't dare to ask, let alone think about how she survived the three thousand days and nights inside, he tried his best to ensure that she lived well, but she was too stubborn, she refused to be unique, she was always afraid of being pointed at, and blamed him again, saying that he covered the sky with one hand, saying that he was heinous and sinful, she would rather be so tired that she gritted her teeth and sweated and couldn't stand up straight, rather than provoke him again.

That high wall is blocked, and love and hate are really incomprehensible.

Ji Rongke's fingertips swept over every inch of her face, he could feel her trembling and fear, her inferiority complex and fear, she was too lonely, for her withered beauty.

He pressed his thin lips to her and asked, "Do you hate wrinkles?" ”

She nodded hesitantly, her eyes quickly flushed with a layer of scarlet, she didn't care if she was ugly or not, but she couldn't say it, if the man next to her was not Ji Rongke, but any of the most ordinary men in the world, she would not hate her lost youth, she would not be tired of her vicissitudes of appearance, she could calmly accept the only way to age as a woman, she could face her more and more decadent face, but she couldn't do it now, she couldn't imagine that the woman around Ji Rongke was like this, shouldn't she be beautiful, Forever young.

What she fears the most, nothing more than that.

Ji Rongke held her in his arms and circled her small warm body, "Everyone has birth, old age, sickness and death, there will never be an exception, you are like this, I am like this, everyone can't avoid taking this road." The best love has nothing to do with age, nothing to do with life and death, nothing to do with beauty and ugliness, no matter how terrible the change is, it is not as terrible as parting, we have survived parting, what are these. ”

The last thing Ji Rongke wants to taste in his life is love, parting, and being the most depressing. Victory over death in all ways, loss in all ways.

It was a kind of torture of struggling alive, he didn't know how many times he collapsed and collapsed during the period, if it wasn't for the fact that he loved this woman too much, and there were so many old grudges, misunderstandings and hatreds, so that he was reluctant to give up, he would probably have to give up, he didn't give up Feng Jin, but gave up his life.

This waiting is too bitter, bitter as Coptis chinensis.

He squinted his eyes and held back the tears that were almost pouring out, he suddenly left behind his conceit and arrogance, he became so affectionate and fragile, and the fragility in his murmuring voice was a mess, "I have never disliked you, I am only afraid that you will blame me and blame me for ignoring me, you are still young, there is still such a long way to go, if you are ruthless to leave and abandon me, what should I do." ”

What should he do, he can't imagine how he will spend the years without Feng Jin, he has been tortured to the point of turning white, do he still want to be incinerated to ashes.

He repented, he spent eight years repenting day and night, he was so romantic back then, if this time of acting on the scene was used to accompany her, and the idea of competing for power was used to surprise her, would he have almost driven himself to a dead end in the past eight years, he wouldn't, he could have waited more openly, he wouldn't be so panicked that she didn't call his name, he was at a loss. He has never done anything that is sure that she is willing to come back, the love he said is magnificent, and the detailed investigation is nothing more than the hurt again and again in the wind and snow.

He didn't know how much he thanked her, thanked her for being so generous, and was willing to accept his hugs, accept his confessions, and use his bruised self to warm his body that was already cold to the bones.

He wanted to cry very much, men don't flick when they have tears, how can he now learn to be as fragile and sentimental as a woman. It's probably because he is too cold and strong in his life, and all the tears that haven't been shed in his old age can't wait to be recovered.

Feng Jin choked up in a daze, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at his face, there was deep exhaustion and tiredness on his undisguised face, his eyes were red, like a rabbit staying up all night, staring at her with the most tender eyes, begging for her mercy and forgiveness.

The direction in which his green stubble grows messily also seems to announce that he is old, he is really old.

After so many years, he couldn't understand her sorrow even if time and space were staggered, and she couldn't participate in his depression.

They were so sad to be attacked in the red dust.

He is no longer the great man who fought with Gu Wennan with his bare hands for a few hours and still stands, he is no longer a hero who kills a bloody corpse all over the field with two guns, he has gray hair, wrinkles, the corners of his eyes are covered with traces of time, and his forehead is dyed with wind and frost, but his vicissitudes are clearly and so moving, so that Feng Jin can't extricate himself from it.

He once said that he planted it in his life, planted in the love of his children who he never thought could defeat him, and this was what he looked down on the most, but he also lost to this in the end.

What he said to others, she forgot whether she had heard it quietly, or if the whispered legend of the world ended up flowing to her.

She also said that she had seen so many men, suffered so much, and she longed for the Buddha to be true, to hear her pleading, to be able to tell her, to give her a glimmer of golden light, and to purify her out of this sea of suffering in this world.

But she is grateful for the cruelty given to her by fate, allowing her to meet the best man in the world.

He is the most precious gift of kindness and compassion that she has practiced in her lifetimes, and she is the fairest gift she has given despite all the poison and injustice.

Even if there are thousands of better things in this world, she has ups and downs, and she doesn't bother to look for it anymore.

Even if he is not good, she will take it as a good deed, and save so many female refugees who are in danger of being killed by him, and she will make do with him.

She wants to be a great woman, and she can only take him under the knife.

His stubble was so hard, he pierced her neck dishonestly, rubbing back and forth, and the smell of smoke all over his body, if she didn't stop him, he would probably be shameless to find his chest.

Feng Jin resisted his presumptuousness up and down, while staring at her very beautiful eyebrows from the mirror, her face seemed to be worthy of him except eyebrows, her voice was extremely hoarse and asked, "Who drew it." ”

Ji Rongke saw that she was indifferent, knowing that her body was too weak, he restrained his endless teasing, a little bit to make the hot body warm, and then like a child, lazily put his forehead against her ear, and said in a muffled voice, "I." ”

Feng Jin wanted to push his body away, but he leaned too hard and too hard, as if he was glued to her, his body was as heavy as a mountain, and she couldn't push it away at all.

"When did you draw it, how I don't know." She dislikes him so much, she can't push his body and pushes his face, and she can't wait to kick him out.

"How can I let you know everything." He opened one eye and secretly looked at her, and saw that although she was annoyed by him, she was not angry, and he added, "I did a lot of things when you were asleep, and I did everything that should be done, and I will soon become a sister one by one." ”

Ji Rongke's skinless and faceless words startled Feng Jin, she withdrew her fangs and claws from his face, subconsciously touched her stomach, and felt that something was wrong, and quickly touched her chest, she turned pale with anger and scolded the hooligans.

Ji Rongke was also aggrieved, he didn't touch it, no matter how hungry he was, he couldn't do anything to a dying and unconscious body, he was impulsive, could she afford to toss, he just liked to have a happy mouth, men like to spoil women, the more he likes to spoil her, the more ruthless he is, the more boundless and bottom-line, but he is an exception, he likes to see her angry, the more angry she is and grinning, the happier he is, he thinks that there are many men in this world who love the beautiful Feng Jin in the past, and are willing to spend a lot of money to coax her to be happy and make her smile, But he likes to bully her, and she wants to kill him, and when she sees him, she has a white face, but which means smart between him and those men, obviously not him? The daughters have all been born, isn't this method effective enough?

Feng Jin raised his hand and was about to slap him, Ji Rongke snorted sullenly, leaned on the bed and closed his eyes and was silent, Feng Jin himself didn't remember whether his hand fell or not, let alone hit him, why did he faint suddenly, she raised her hand in the air and was stunned, Ji Rongke seemed to be really dizzy, she stabbed him with her toes, he didn't react, but she wasn't stupid, she was bound by prison discipline and reacted a little slowly, but Feng Jin is so fine, this essence is smart in her bones, she saw at a glance that his slightly raised lips hid that bad water, It was Ji Rongke's insidious and treacherous signature smile, she simply covered his face with her feet without saying a word, blocked his nostrils, and made him unable to breathe, and it didn't take long for him to really hold back, pinching her thin ankle with his backhand, "Stinky problem!" One by one, this stinky problem was learned from you. ”

Feng Jin shook his little head like a rattle, baring his teeth and smiling, his eyebrows crooked with a smile.

Not long after Feng Jin's physical cultivation was good, rumors spread in the sky, and the rumors about Mr. Ji being possessed blew up at some point, causing a storm in the city.

People in Ji's company said, what's wrong with Ji, taking the elixir to rejuvenate or rejuvenate, why is it almost half a hundred years old, and two dimples have inexplicably grown on his face?

The people who have been in contact with him in the South China shopping mall privately discussed, Mr. Ji is more and more fond of laughing, the laugh lines can't be hidden, the whole person is refreshed, it seems that there are beautiful things every day, it is not that Jinwu Zangjiao has a foreign girl.

The insider secretly said, "Mr. Ji's favorite woman is back, the courtesan of Carmen Yan ten years ago, and she has been in prison for eight years." Now who doesn't know that he is a wife slave, I can't wait to let my wife ride on her neck to go out, don't care about the she pulls, the yellow and black are all fragrant. ”

He Yichi took the latest issue of South China Fengyun magazine, stood in the wide staff office and got angry, scared hundreds of employees lowered their heads and said nothing, who doesn't know that Assistant He is a celebrity, don't look at him has never been at the top level, but except for Ji Rongke, as far as his words are concerned, he dares to choke with the vice president, he has the privilege to enter and exit Ji Rongke's private house, and those who want to tie up Ji's family know that they have to win He Yichi's pass, he opened his mouth and said okay, Ji Rongke will not refuse nine times out of ten.

His forehead was bruised, and he threw the magazine on the wall with a bang, "I have the heart to talk about Mr. Ji and Mrs., but I don't have the heart to do performance, do you think..."

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly a woman grabbed the door frame and shouted.

This meow was light and gentle, and He Yichi really thought it was a wild cat that slipped in without watching the company's gate.

He frowned and turned his head to look, when he saw Feng Jin holding a piece of dried strawberries, he was stunned, she was wearing a white dress, her short hair over her ears was tied in a small braid, and she was coiled behind her head with a hairpin, as if she had just been caught by a mouse.

He Yichi's eyebrows jumped, this unusual hairstyle doesn't need to be asked, it must have been made for her by Ji Rongke before going to work in the morning, his technique is very bad, but he likes to give Feng Jin a beating, she sometimes doesn't want to, but she compromised in a daze, who made him have such good kissing skills, it made her faint in a minute or two.

He Yichi heard a few laughs from the employee's seat, and he didn't know whether to laugh at Feng Jin or what. He walked over and blocked her hairstyle very helplessly, and gently asked her if there was anything wrong, Feng Jin said no, she was too tired to sit crookedly, and came out for a walk.

Ji Rongke couldn't leave her for more than half a day at all, so he simply took her with him, went to work together, socialized together, and went home together, he was the boss and no one dared to say anything behind his back, but he Yichi was bitter, and wiped his ass behind Feng Jin to clean up the mess.

One day in the company, she either knocked over the coffee machine or broke someone's vase, and occasionally scribbled documents and reports into a mess because of some incredible mistakes, she was happy, but a bunch of staff were busy with work, tired and complaining.

Some people say that Mrs. Ji is approachable, naïve and interesting, and some people say that Mr. Ji is such a shrewd and excellent man, how can he marry a fool.

The world laughed and guessed, after a long time, she knew that Feng Jin was not stupid, she knew that she kept the delicious food, and she was reluctant to throw away the bad food, so she threw it to Ji Rongke, he didn't eat her, he laughed when he ate it.

In fact, she is smart, she is still ruthless, terrifying, but the world has long forgotten that the woman who has caused so many bloody murders is not her.

She's smart and tired.

She has a place to rely on and a home, and she doesn't want to be smart anymore.

has such a husband who loves her, spoiled without a bottom line, spoiled lawlessly, reluctant to say a heavy word, and doesn't even let her blow a little wind, which woman doesn't want to be a fool like her.

Ji Rongke loves Feng Jin and loves him so much that the sky is falling apart.