But now that Jing Mian thinks about it, he can already recall it from the perspective of a bystander.

After all, looking back at the self that has grown up, it was not the last straw that crushed me.

Behind, there is even greater suffering waiting for him.

.

It's getting late.

Mr. Ren bandaged his wounds, wiped off the bloodstains, and also changed into comfortable pajamas, the man turned off the light, and was just about to leave, but suddenly heard Jing Mian speak: "Mr. Ren." ”

The figure of the man paused.

"Although... There are four days left for the wedding. Jing Mian's voice paused, and his mouth was a little difficult: "... But can you stay here for a night today? ”

Jing Mian felt that Mr. Ren's figure in the dark was obviously a little stagnant, and he couldn't see his expression and face clearly, because the light was very dim, it looked a little black and oppressive.

So Jing Mian unconsciously became nervous, and his heart was beating.

But soon, Mr. Ren made a move.

He returned to the bed, in the other direction where Jing Mian was.

Jing Mian didn't feel the coldness of the quilt being uncovered, the man was slightly late, and then lay silently beside him.

This time, although it wasn't very close, the perspective in the darkness was blurry, giving Jing Mian the illusion of getting closer than before.

Mr. Ren whispered, "Okay." ”

The palms of Jing Mian's two hands unconsciously clenched, and after sensing the obstruction of the bandage, he slowly relaxed.

Mr. Ren was always able to make him nervous easily.

But he does not reject the company of the other party, which is somewhat strange.

Neither of them slept.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Mian hesitated, and whispered: "Actually, my relationship with my stepmother is not good. ”

He never seemed to have taken the initiative to mention himself to Mr. Ren, and today I don't know how, maybe the soft side was seen by the other party, and he was licked again, and unconsciously, Jing Mian suddenly had the idea of wanting to talk to the other party.

Mr. Ren seemed to be looking at him, his voice was a little low, and he said, "I know." ”

Jing Mian was a little surprised and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Although Mr. Ren was silent, he seemed to be explaining seriously: "You look at her eyes, and her attitude when she speaks, which is different from usual. ”

Jing Mian became more and more surprised.

It turned out that Mr. Ren would pay attention to these details, and even noticed them a long time ago.

Jing Mian pursed her lower lip and said, "She has been acting perfectly outside. ”

"When I first met her, Li Qiao brought my favorite candy when I was a child, she smiled very softly, and introduced herself to me seriously, I thought she might not know what happened before, and she might like me."

Jing Mian whispered: "At that time, I wanted to behave well, even if it was a stepmother, she was also a future mother, and I also wanted her not to hate me." ”

"But that day, when Jing Guozhen was away, she grabbed my chin and warned me not to fight with her remaining children, and to remember that she was the mistress of the Jing family."

Jing Mian's voice became smaller and smaller: "It hurt a lot, and then I looked in the mirror and found that the wound was very deep, and blood kept oozing out, so I put two band-aids." ”

"Fortunately, there were no scars."

Jing Mian looked at the ceiling, completely immersed in darkness, which made it easier for him to confide in these secrets that had never been revealed: "I thought about telling my father, but then I felt that even if I told him, he would not believe my words, and he would think that it was a lie I made up to reject my stepmother from coming home." ”

……

"It's like I'm the only one in the world who knows what she really looks like."

Jing Mian took a light breath and said, "This feeling is very lonely. ”

Jing Mian said, thinking that the man was just listening silently and would not respond, but he heard the other party's deep voice.

In the silent night, Mr. Ren kept the same volume as him, a little small, and whispered, "Now I know it too." ”

Jing Mian's eyebrows froze.

"So, you're not alone."

Mr. Ren said.

Jing Mian was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, I felt a sourness on the tip of my nose and spread to my eyes.

The air fell silent.

Jing Mian noticed that it felt good to chat with Mr. Ren, if only there had been such an opportunity before, after they made a marriage contract, it seemed to be the first time like this, chatting aimlessly like friends, telling the secrets in their hearts.

Jing Mian didn't want to ask about Mr. Ren's past.

After all, the past also involved oneself, and if it was traced, it might involve old things, and even uncover one's own wounds.

Jing Mian is a turtle carrying a turtle shell and moving slowly.

Occasionally, when it rains and dew, it will poke its head out a little to absorb some sweetness, and when it feels very comfortable, it will even stretch its limbs with claws.

But the turtle's guts are limited to that.

If the rain is pouring down, it will quickly hide under the green leaves, and no matter how much the rabbits on the shore try to lure it, it will not have the urge to race against the other party.

After all, there will be no reward for winning, so it's better not to mention it.

Jing Mian found that in the darkness, they seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

He even wondered if Mr. Ren was already asleep.

Jing Mian whispered: "Mr. Ren? ”

His gaze turned from the ceiling to Mr. Ren on his side, and Jing Mian heard the man's voice, a little heavy: "Huh? ”

It turned out that I didn't fall asleep.

It seems that the feeling in the dark will stretch people's thoughts infinitely, Jing Mian is not so anxious to fall asleep, and Mr. Ren's voice sounds very clear, not like sleepy.

The young man hesitated, did he continue the topic just now?

Falling into deep thought, Jing Mian thought about it, so he picked the easiest thing and said softly:

"Will we have babies in the future?"

Chapter 30

The voice fell.

Jing Mian was obviously aware that Ren Xingwan seemed to take a slight breath.

Time seemed to be infinitely extended, and I don't know how long it took, Mr. Ren's voice spoke, a little hoarse: "Do you want to give birth?" ”

Jing Mian's Adam's apple moved slightly, although he felt that these three words seemed to be inaccurate and would cause ambiguity, but after thinking about it, he replied seriously: "Hmm." ”

"I hadn't thought about that question before, but after my aunt asked, I found out that ...... I don't seem to be averse. ”

Jing Mian whispered: "I don't reject the baby, think about it carefully, and I don't hate the child." ”

Ren Xingwan's eyes seemed to fall on him, Jing Mian was a little unspeakably apprehensive, After hesitating for a moment, Jing Mian spoke: "What about Mr. Ren?" ”

After all, sharing the same bed, in addition to vision, other senses are becoming clearer, Jingmian is faintly shrouded by a familiar faint aroma, and Mr. Ren's voice seems to be not far away, magnetic and deep, like touching the eardrum: "...... I don't hate it either. ”

Jing Mian faintly heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Okay." Jing Mian pursed his lower lip and said softly: "Then after our wedding, put this matter on the agenda." ”

Mr. Ren: "Yes. ”

Jing Mian thought about it, he didn't seem to know about this field, did he have to apply first, and then see if he was eligible, and then he had to provide some documents, and visit and wait at any time?

Although he had a plan, he didn't know the specific steps, so Jing Mian paused and asked, "Does Mr. Ren know the process?" ”

Mr. Ren said, "I probably know." ”

"Then trouble Mr. Ren."

Jing Mian turned his head, raised his eyelashes slightly, and whispered: "If you need to, I also want to participate, it's okay to be tired." ”

……

"Okay."

Mr. Ren said, "I will work hard. ”

*

That night.

After Li Qiao and Jing Mian finished saying that, they obviously saw each other's figures froze.

Obviously, in the conversation just now, the person who seemed to be angry was himself, and Li Qiao had nowhere to vent his depression in his heart, but at this moment, a simple sentence of his own could make Jing Mian have such a reaction.

Li Qiao's heart swelled with indescribable happiness.

She knew where Jing Mian's weakness was.

So based on this alone, this son born to Song Zhinian will never want to get a benefit from her.

It's one thing to learn from Jing Guozhen about the past that happened to Jing Mian, but it's another thing to turn this matter into a weapon and dig out the deepest sore spot on the other party's body.

Seeing Jing Mian's figure walking away, Li Qiao's snort snorted, she had never been so triumphant as at this moment, she picked up the bag that fell beside her, turned around, and planned to go home and coax Jing Luo to sleep early.

It's just that I didn't take two steps.

The woman's figure paused.

Because he saw not far away, Jing Luo was holding a small fruit box with 'blueberry' written on it, looking at her steadily.

It can be seen that Jing Luo is in a hurry, his lower body is still wearing single pants, and he hurriedly put on a down jacket, so he chased out of the house.

I don't know how long I've been standing there.

Li Qiao's heartbeat almost stopped.

This distance, only a corner apart, can clearly hear the conversation between him and Jing Mian.