After separating from Lei Shaotang, her heart has been recalling the last words he said, as smart as her, how could she not understand what he meant, he hoped to use her mouth to persuade Chen Miqi and let her return to the side of justice. It's just that how credible is Lei Shaotang's words? Back then, was it really Yang Zhicheng's rebellion that killed Hu Zhiqiang? But why did the second aunt believe in Yang Zhicheng so firmly? What is the reason for this? The brows are getting deeper and deeper, the troubles in my heart are chaotic, boundless, and the sky suddenly thunders, is it going to rain? Jingyi shook her head and jumped on the last bus.

When the bus arrived, there was already a light rain outside, not big or small, but enough to wet clothes. She trotted in the rain in a hurry, a little out of breath, and because of her pregnancy, she was exhausted when she got home, perhaps not only her body, but also her hot heart.

She shivered involuntarily, lifted the chiffon mid-sleeve dress on her gloves, ran to the bathroom to dry her hair with a bath towel, completed this series of actions, looked up at the clock and looked at the clock, it was half past ten in the evening. Her eyebrows frowned slightly, Ye Lixin hadn't come back yet, she was alone in the empty house, and her heart was lonely and desolate for no reason.

The summer rain comes and stops as fast as it comes. In the blink of an eye, the window was already dotted with stars. The rainy sky is refreshing and pleasant, sweeping away the sweltering heat of midsummer. She came to the balcony with a cup of warm boiled water, raised her head to look at the quiet and beautiful sky, felt a little trance for a while, took a sip of boiled water, and tasted a slight bitterness. How can plain water taste? The bitterness was just the two lines of tears hanging on her face, hearing the sound from the entrance, she didn't have to look back to know who was back, quickly stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and poured all the boiling water in the glass into her throat, drank too quickly, coupled with a little panic, she coughed violently, her little face was red and purple, and her eyes choked with tears.

Ye Lixin had just changed his slippers when he heard a violent cough from the balcony, and he subconsciously ran to the balcony, his eyes were as black as ink, but the pupils contracted involuntarily, glowing with nervousness. He patted her on the back rhythmically: "Why are you so careless?" The worry between his eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed.

After a long time, she took a deep breath, raised her reddened eyes, and squeezed out a smile jerkyly: "It's okay, I'm choking on drinking water." "Her body is more honest than she is, and she reacts to bad stimuli. Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled, smiling brightly like a flower, smiling brightly, laughing so much that the flowers trembled. Ye Lixin looked at her quietly, those beautiful eyes were dark and shiny, but the corners of her eyes oozed crystals, he stretched out his rough hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but those tears were like beads with broken threads, and they couldn't be wiped off.

He took her hand: "Let's go in." ”

She stood behind him, and could clearly hear his faint sigh.

Her heart clenched slightly, as if she heard something shattering.

That night, they lay in bed, thinking about their own thoughts. Later, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep quietly, Ye Lixin looked at the pink and springy face in front of her, and her fingers slowly covered her eyebrows, her eyes, her handsome nose, and cherry-like mouth. Perhaps, this is the last time he will stare at you like this, with such a pure gaze, holding you like a treasure. Tomorrow, after tomorrow, everything will be different, and from that moment on, you will definitely hate me, hate me, and even despise me.

The corners of his mouth were hard to pull out the sadness, the cold wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the faint shadow in his dark eyes, but they couldn't be dispersed. I didn't sleep all night until dawn, and then I fell into a deep sleep.

The moment she woke up from her sleep, she felt the warmth and humidity of her palms, and slowly opened her eyes, only to realize that she didn't know when, he held her hand tightly and placed it on his left chest, and his ups and downs were silently transmitted to her heart, beating strongly, suddenly, and powerfully, which was the most beautiful feature of life. For a moment, her heart was surging, and she was slightly moved by his heartbeat.

Cautiously withdrew his little hand from his arms, not wanting to disturb his sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him quietly, feeling a slight pain in her heart, why, even when she was sleeping, her thick thick eyebrows had to frown tightly, she wanted to reach out and smooth out those entanglements one by one. However, she was afraid of waking him up. After hesitating, she silently left the edge of the bed.

All along, he has been washing his hands and cooking all kinds of food for her, and today, let's replace her, although she is a nominal wife, she should also be responsible. A hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can be slept together, so it seems that the fate between them is not shallow, but it is not deep enough.

I don't know if it's because of my worries, or if I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time, my craftsmanship is a lot rusty, and I have knocked over pots and bowls again and again. But fortunately, the porridge with shredded vegetables and pork served to the table at the end is full of aroma, the fried poached eggs are golden and bright, and the fried fritters bought from the supermarket look decent.

Looking at her masterpiece, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her mood was much more relaxed, and she carefully arranged the dishes and chopsticks, Ye Lixin actually appeared at the table on time.

She smiled brightly at him, "Up?" Have you washed up? Hurry up and have breakfast. ”

His eyes were shining: "You did it?" ”

Jingyi nodded with a smile, took the initiative to stretch out his hand to pull out the seat for him, Ye Lixin was not polite, walked over and sat down, picked up the spoon on the table and scooped a big spoonful of millet porridge into his mouth, fragrant and sweet, the faint aroma of vegetables mixed with the richness of beef, meat and vegetarian matching, his brows gradually relaxed, and he picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful.

"Is it delicious?" She looked at him expectantly.

He nodded, "Not bad." The two short words were not praised, but they made her heart as sweet as honey. She smiled happily like a child, her big eyes narrowed into slits, she filled a large bowl of herself, and began to eat slowly in small bites.

After Ye Lixin finished eating, he put down the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction, paused, and suddenly said, "Jingyi, thank you." "Thank you for making me this breakfast, simple but warm, thank you, at the last moment, let me feel the warmth of home.

Jingyi was stunned for a while, and after a long time, she pouted unnaturally: "No need." ”

Ye Lixin went out after breakfast, Jingyi stayed at home alone to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and the morning news was being broadcast in the living room. Jingyi has never cared about political and current affairs, but this time, her eyes were shocked by the content in the news: The richest man Yang Zhicheng had a heart attack last night, and he died in the early hours of the morning after rescue efforts? Jingyi stared at the TV screen with big eyes and without blinking, and saw Le Jia standing in front of many reporters with a sad expression, silently wiping her tears.

Stunned, shocked, but also sad, for the resilient woman. His eyes touched Le Jia's sad look, and he felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

In the end, after hesitation, she still planned to go over and take a look, in her heart, she probably still liked Lejia, a straightforward girl.

The scene was very chaotic, and the usually quiet and strict Jinxiu Garden was crowded with reporters and people from all sides at the moment, but the area around Yang Zhicheng's villa was heavily guarded. Jingyi's heart froze, and her eyes swept around casually, feeling that something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She explained her intention to the security guard standing at the door, and it wasn't long before a maid came to take her in.

As soon as she stepped into the door, she was startled, only to see a good coffin in the center of the huge living room, with a dark color, glowing with a faint light, next to the spiritual platform, a large group of people kneeling, all dressed in black, even Le Jia changed into a dull gray system, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked tired. Jingyi bowed deeply towards the spiritual position according to the etiquette. Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him, and a large group of people walked in, leading by a dry and neat woman, painted with bewitching red lips, but her expression was a little pale, with big sunglasses on her face, covering most of her face, despite this, she still recognized it at a glance, and the person who came was Hu Linglong.

Hu Linglong also saw Jingyi standing next to her. The eyes of the two people met, Hu Linglong took off her sunglasses, and as soon as the eyes of the two people touched, they separated. It was as cold as a stranger, and the cold breath was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart fiercely, and the pain was not stopping. At this moment, she is not even as good as the man she cheated with, the corners of her mouth were full of ridicule, not to laugh at Hu Linglong, but to laugh at herself, hating iron is not steel! Knowing that she may not be her own mother, she has no place in her heart, but the position of her left chest will still look forward to the fact that the mother who has been missing for so many years will eventually be disappointed, lost, sad, and finally turned into a bubble.

She pressed her eyebrows, and the gloomy look in her eyes made Le Jia's heart tighten for a while, she leaned in gently, and her hand subconsciously supported her shoulder: "Are you okay?" Why don't you go inside and take a break? ”

Jingyi's face was pale, and she faintly felt that something was wrong in her heart, but she still shook her head, and the corners of her mouth squeezed out a faint smile: "I'm fine, I didn't sleep well last night, you hurry up and greet the guests." After a pause, as if remembering something, his mouth opened again with difficulty: "The festival mourns and changes." ”

The four words gently hit Le Jia's heart like a hammer. Her eyes were slightly red, and she silently said sorry, sorry in her heart.

She didn't expect that this matter would be widely implicated, her adoptive father was just her and Xuanyuan Fan tricks to fall asleep, but these people who came to mourn were really sad, looking at those eyes full of grief, clean and cold, her heart seemed to be bitten by thousands of insects, a hundred insects scratched her heart, not painful, but heartbreaking.

She didn't know if it was right or wrong. When she was a child, her adoptive father Yang Zhicheng liked to play chess the most, and taught her since she was a child that as long as she was free, the father and daughter would fight on a small chessboard, and the two sides often fell into a stalemate, and it was difficult to distinguish between winning and losing. Her worldview, values, and outlook on life are gradually formed on the chessboard. Her adoptive father taught her right and wrong, benevolence, righteousness and morality, and boundless love.

She knew in her heart that her adoptive father loved her very much, doted on her, and was used to her in everything. But this time, she knew in her heart that her father had done something wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong. She didn't want her father to be wrong again, even if she would lose her father's love forever.

In the face of great rights and wrongs, endure the pain and cut love, is this the case?

She smiled bitterly in her heart, and among the many guests present, who could understand the contradictions, struggles, and bitterness in her heart. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what do I want?

Coming back from his thoughts, in the blink of an eye, he found that Jingyi had left the living room without knowing when, his eyes scanned the living room blankly, and finally focused on the mourning guests.

Jingyi didn't say goodbye, just after seeing Hu Linglong's mourning, she went up to the second floor alone, and she followed her. But when she reached the second floor, as soon as she turned around, Hu Linglong disappeared, Jingyi stood alone at the staircase and looked around, looking at the long corridor, the alarm bell in her heart rang suddenly, her pupils contracted instantly, converged, held her breath, and gently walked towards the long corridor, cautiously, but her steps were unprecedentedly firm.

Suddenly, her arm was pulled hard, and before she could make a call, her mouth was covered, her heart was sullen, she secretly screamed badly, her back was stiff, and she was dragged away.

When she saw the fair and beautiful face in front of her, her face stiffened, and her blood was completely gone.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her small hands were distinct, revealing the fortitude in her heart.

Hu Linglong took the documents in the drawer in her hand, raised her head and looked at her coldly, and said, "Let go of her." ”

Jingyi took a deep breath and looked at her coldly, not sad or happy, not angry or angry, a pair of round eyes were as black as ink, shining bright, and her chin was stubbornly slightly raised, revealing hardness.

"I'll only ask you one thing, and I'll leave when I'm done."

Hu Linglong looked at her with a playful look and pursed her lips silently.

Ignoring her coldness and disdain, Jingyi said bluntly: "Whose daughter am I?" ”

But seeing Hu Linglong's face slightly stunned, a trace of panic flashed in her sharp eyes, but in the next second, her pupils suddenly contracted and became more ruthless, and the corners of her mouth even flashed with contempt: "What is the point of you caring about this issue now?" ”

The corners of Jingyi's mouth flashed with mockery: "It's really meaningless, but now I feel glad in my heart, at least I won't be your daughter, this answer is enough for me." ”

Jingyi finished speaking, and walked straight towards the door, the bodyguard at the door wanted to stop her, and when they saw Hu Linglong waving her hand, they paused timidly and let her leave.

Watching Jingyi's back gradually disappear, Hu Linglong sat on the stool in frustration, leaning behind her unconsciously, as if she wanted to seek some support. At this moment, she suddenly felt tired, closed her eyes and was silent for a long time, and suddenly, opened her sharp eyes, handed over a few documents to the bodyguard, she tidied up her clothes, and went downstairs with a natural expression.