Qin Ya Garden

When Jian Junxi saw the message sent by Jiang Heng, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in his blue eyes, and he closed his eyes in pain.

"Cher, are you ready? Had breakfast......"

Lin Yiyi knocked on the door and pushed the door in, her clear eyes hidden a trace of sadness, but she was forbearing, not wanting to cry anymore.

"Okay......" Jian Junxi picked up his phone, propped himself up on the bed and stood up.

Today, she is wearing a white T-shirt, black pants, and a black long sweater, loose and casual, covering her lower abdomen slightly.

I didn't have an appetite, and I was in a depressed mood, so I almost vomited my bile after a few bites.

Lin Yiyi and Yang Hui were so frightened that they asked anxiously, "How can this be?" ”

"Cher, why is this happening all of a sudden? I'm going to find Uncle Ji! ”

"It's okay, don't bother him old man, it's just that he doesn't have much appetite, just wait a minute, go upstairs when you have eaten!"

Jian Junxi took the tissue in Yang Hui's hand and wiped his bitter lips, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Why are we going upstairs?" Lin Yiyi asked puzzled, her tone slightly angry.

"Nangong Jing will be here soon......" Jian Junxi's face was calm and indifferent, as if the person who was coming had nothing to do with her.

When Lin Yiyi heard this, the bottom of Qingliu's eyes was like a river rushing away from the earth after the rain, and tears poured down her eyes, covering her lips and turning her head away.

Yang Hui asked hoarsely, "Xue'er, does it have to be like this?" ”

"What he wants, I can't give it to ......" Jian Junxi's choked throat was very stiff, and after speaking, he stood up on the table and walked to the living room.

Yang Hui's heart was like a giant python devouring his internal organs, his heart was so painful that he moved his lips and wanted to say something more.

But as soon as he thought that it was all his fault, he suddenly pulled Lin Yiyi to the second floor, and he didn't dare to turn his head.

The bitterness in my heart is the loneliness of drinking alone, and the bitterness of Chinese medicine tumbling in my heart.

Abu helped Jian Junxi to walk towards the sofa, and she reminded uneasily: "Young Master, Jiang Heng said...... You don't move your hands, you can't move, it's better to just sit there and not move......"

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi seemed to be a little absent-minded, and Mu Ne's eyes were not focused.

Abu sighed silently, and in order not to have any accidents, Jian Junxi asked her to take everyone to the backyard.

Therefore, at this moment, the hall was only the two of them, empty, deathly silent, and there was no half-minute atmosphere of the New Year at all.

If it weren't for the fact that those red lanterns hadn't been dismantled......

"Young master, I haven't eaten breakfast, you can drink some milk first!" Abu handed her a glass of milk.

Jian Junxi originally wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought of the child, so he still took half a cup.

Then he nestled in the sofa, lowered his head and looked at the news on his mobile phone, what was written on it?

Actually, she didn't know that her thoughts were flying and she had been adjusting her mood.

At the same time, Nangong Jing and Jiang Heng stood at the gate of Jian Junxi's house.

This villa inexplicably made him feel very familiar, as if this place was his home, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, as if there was a drum beating in his heart.

Jiang Heng stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell.

When Abu opened the door, he saw them and asked, "Are you......?" How did you guys get here? ”

Nangong Jing's cold eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the fat woman in front of him.

This weight, at least two hundred pounds, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, facial features look relatively honest, no impression, and said coldly: "Who are you?" ”

"I ......" Abu looked at Jiang Heng.

(End of chapter)