The hairs on the maid's back stood on end when Jiang Jianing saw it.

This vision ......

Jiang Jianing's voice was extremely cold, quenched with ice, "Where did the scarf come from?"

The maid was intimidated by Jiang Jianing's eyes, and didn't dare to lie, "I...... Be...... I picked it up from something my wife didn't want......

Inside the villa, it was warm.

But the heart is very cold.

What you don't want......

Her carefully selected intentions, in Du Qingling's place, are all unwanted garbage.

Aunt Feng went upstairs to call Du Qingling, and when she came down, she saw Jiang Jianing still standing at the entrance, still holding a scarf in her hand, and the tassel on the edge of the scarf fell to the ground.

"Ningning."

Jiang Jianing came back to his senses.

She gripped the scarf tightly with her fingers and looked up at the woman who was walking down the stairs and following Aunt Feng.

The face is dignified and elegant, one hand is holding the shawl draped over her shoulders, and the other hand is holding on to the railing, walking down the stairs, and the eyebrows and eyes that she looks at are faint, as if joy, anger and sorrow will not easily appear on her face.

"Come on, the food was ready half an hour ago," Du Qingling passed by the living room and said to her, "I've already asked the kitchen to heat up once."

Jiang Jianing washed his hands and came to the restaurant, and Du Qingling just sat on the dining table and chairs with Nannan.

Nan Nan looked like a beautiful doll, but she recognized her life and saw that Jiang Jianing was a little timid.

Aunt Feng walked behind Nan Nan and helped her tie a saliva towel, "This is my sister."

Nan Nan turned her head, drilled into Du Qingling's arms, and poked her little head out of Du Qingling's arms to peek at Jiang Jianing.

Jiang Jianing's eyes didn't make waves when she looked at the little girl, just like looking at an inconsequential strange child, she picked up the chopsticks first and started eating.

There are living people, and they are also close to Du Qingling from beginning to end.

The little girl was so clingy, and she didn't see Du Qingling bored at all.

After Du Qingling finished feeding Nannan, she asked Aunt Feng to carry Nannan upstairs first.

Lying on Aunt Feng's shoulder, she looked at Jiang Jianing without blinking with a pair of black onyx-like eyes, and bit her finger, "Sister......

These words happened to come out of Aunt Feng's ear, and Aunt Feng smiled and encouraged her, "Yes, it's Nannan's sister."

Meals are eaten in relative silence.

Neither mother nor daughter took the initiative to speak.

Both of them ate relatively small, and Du Qingling put down the chopsticks first, "During the day today, Mrs. Shen came."

Jiang Jianing was stunned.

"Mrs. Shen made it clear that she doesn't agree with your relationship." Du Qingling's eyes were calm, "I tell you not to approach her son with a heart that wants to be ill-intentioned, and ask me to persuade you to behave yourself."

When Du Qingling said this, he didn't have the slightest feeling.

Listening to Jiang Jianing's heart, such a calm and unwavering cold voice was like a slap in her face.

Her chewing movements gradually stopped, and she raised her eyes to stare at the dignified woman sitting at the opposite table.

Du Qingling put down the water cup, took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up the mobile phone on the side, and clicked it a few times.

Jiang Jianing's mobile phone screen lit up.

A message from Du Qingling was displayed.

"Look at it."

Jiang Jianing turned on her phone.

For those who note "Mom", a red reminder number of "2" finally appeared on the dialog box.

It's a dialog box that she clicks on every day.

Even if it's just looking at the two words in the note.

But after clicking on it......

It is a full-body life photo of a man, and the following is the basic information.

[Zhang Bin: Physics teacher of Experimental No. 6 Middle School, age 29 years old, graduated from 211 bachelor's degree, parents at home are both retired, have a car, have an independent marriage house, no loan, have a sister who is married, looking for a girl with comparable conditions and gentle family. 】

The four words "conditions are equivalent", especially on another line, are particularly abrupt and special

Don't be sarcastic.

Du Qingling lowered his head and ate dessert after eating, "This is what I asked Aunt Feng to register in the community, if there is no problem, then I will call Aunt Feng your mobile phone number to him, and you can make an appointment to meet."

These words seemed to be just a routine to inform her.

Jiang Jianing's knuckles holding the phone turned white.

It took almost all her strength to restrain the strong shaking of her body and not erupt.

"So, do you think I can't afford a man like Shen Shen, who tells me to be self-aware, and tells me not to be ambitious, to find my own position, and to recognize my own market, right?"

Du Qingling put down the spoon in his hand, "You can understand it yourself, naturally it is the best."

Jiang Jianing closed his eyes.

After a few repetitions, she turned her head and looked at Aunt Feng on the side, "Aunt Feng, do you have scissors?"

Aunt Feng didn't know why, "Yes, there is ......."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt myself or hurt anyone."

After Aunt Feng got Du Qingling's approval, she went to fetch a pair of scissors and handed them to Jiang Jianing with both hands.

Jiang Jianing took off the scarf hanging on the armrest of the sofa, and the sharp blade broke through the middle of the scarf, and the tip penetrated, tearing the scarf through a long crack from top to bottom.

The sound of cracking silk was obvious in the empty hall.

Aunt Feng sighed.

Jiang Jianing threw the shredded scarf into the trash, turned around and didn't look at the room again, and walked out, "I'll see you."

It wasn't until night that Ah Lu saw her and pulled down her clothes, "What is this? Blood?"

On the pale coat, there were a few traces of blood that had dried up and turned a dark red.

"How did you get that?" Ah Lu broke Jiang Jianing's hand, and on the back of her hand, there was a cut about three centimeters long, which was still oozing blood.

Jiang Jianing glanced at it, and her tone was light, as if the wound was not on her hand, "It should have been accidentally cut just now."

Ah Lu asked someone to bring a medical kit and bandaged her, "You don't hurt, do you?"

Jiang Jianing hugged Ah Lu hard, his chin resting on her shoulder, "My hand doesn't hurt, my heart hurts."

Ah Lu was stunned, and his hand fell on her thin and thin back, "You said you were stupid."

Jiang Jianing pursed her lips and was silly: "If only I were really a fool."

Don't think about anything.

I just want to be fed, clothed, and warm to euthanasia.

Ah Lu had two distinguished guests to entertain, so he gave the elevator card to Jiang Jianing, "You go upstairs to my room, I'll go over to find you when I'm done."

"Okay."

Before Jiang Jianing went upstairs, he first went to ask for a bottle of high-strength vodka.

She was in dire need of a little alcohol stimulation right now.

She carried a wine bottle and dialed a number from her mobile phone.

It's a number that hasn't been contacted in years.

It's a number she's always kept in her heart, locked in her phone.

The man stood by the window at the end of the stairs and finished making a call, put one hand on his waist, lowered his chin and bit a cigarette on it, and suddenly heard a sound from the quiet staircase, and when he turned around, he saw the woman skipping step by step.

She didn't see him.

She carried an open wine bottle in one hand, and held her mobile phone in the other hand to make calls, and took advantage of the light in the hallway to step on her own shadow.