Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

Night, quietly pulled down the curtain, and the snow still kept falling.

Everything is as usual, but it seems a little different.

"What are you thinking?" Mo Rong went to the window and asked softly.

Han Lingfei twisted his face and looked at Mo Rong, "nothing. Why don't you rest so late?"

"You haven't rested yet?"

Han Lingfei looked at the fireworks and snowflakes outside and sighed, "I can't sleep. The Spring Festival is coming soon. Time flies."

Mo Rong gently touched his abdomen and said, "yes, another year has passed. By this time next year, our child will have been born."

Mentioning the child, Han Lingfei twisted his face, stared at Mo Rong's abdomen for two minutes, and suddenly said, "the wedding date has been set, the sixth day of the first month."

"Oh, so fast." Mo Rong said softly.

"I forgot to tell you."

"It's all right. You can arrange it. I can't help anything."

Han Lingfei stopped talking and looked at the fireworks outside the window. He was filled with emotion. His love for Jing Jiajia ended today. Tomorrow is a new year. Next year he should start his life again, and responsibility has become all of his life.

"Jiajia, are you all right?" he called in his heart countless times, and Han Lingfei never had the courage to dial the phone number that could no longer linger in his mind.

"You have a rest earlier, too. I'll go back to my room." Mo Rong is a smart woman. She knows the man's mind. Because she knows him too well, she deeply understands that only what she can't get is the most precious truth.

Cold Lingfei didn't answer, so Mo let out of the room.

Sometimes fate is playing tricks on people. Some people are looking for love, while others are waiting for love, and some are abandoning love.

The footsteps behind him sounded. Han Lingfei turned his face and saw that it was Uncle Chen. He shouted, "Uncle Chen."

"Young master, you haven't slept yet?"

"Well, where's Aunt Chen?"

"Just returned to the room."

"Young master..." Uncle Chen shouted.

"What's up, Uncle Chen?"

Uncle Chen hesitated and said, "Jingxing died today."

"Uncle Chen, what did you say?" Han Lingfei asked in surprise.

"I just took your Aunt Chen to the central hospital to listen to the dean. Jingxing died this morning."

How could it be? Han Lingfei couldn't believe it. A few days ago, he saw that he was still well. How can he leave? What about Gaga? How's she?

"Because of what?" Han Lingfei asked.

"Heart attack."

"So - is he still in the hospital now?" Han Lingfei asked carefully.

Uncle Chen shook his head. "At noon, Miss Jing went home with them."

Han Lingfei's heart was tight. Last time Jingxing had a heart attack, jingjiajia had a car accident. Later, fortunately, Jingxing was all right. This time, she is now

"Uncle Chen, I'll go to Jing's house," said Han Lingfei. He picked up his coat and was about to go out.

"Young master, you'd better not go. At this time, I think..." Uncle Chen stopped talking.

Han Lingfei glanced at Uncle Chen and hurried out of the house and rushed into the snow.

"What are you talking about?" Bu Dongze stood up from the sofa and his face suddenly became ugly.

"OK, I'll be right there."

"What's the matter?" Jingjia asked.

"I'll go out and make a snowman with nianer. Don't wait for me." Bu Dongze hurried out of the door. How could such a thing happen.

"This man is so strange. What's so flustered? Mind him." jingjiajia muttered, picked up his tools and left the room.

"Nian'er, sister, we're going to make a snowman." Jing Jiajia shouted from the living room.

"Coming." Jing Niantian ran out of Jing Qingqing's room.

"Can I come with you?" he Lianbin came out of nowhere.

"Of course, uncle Helian."

"Second lady, cold is coming." the guard came over.

"Ling Fei? Let him come in quickly." Jing Jiajia said.

"Jia Jia." Han Lingfei shouted and secretly looked at Jing Jia Jia's face. She looked a little haggard, but her spirit was ok, so Han Lingfei was a little relieved.

He Lianbin glanced at Han Lingfei in front of him. How did he feel that this man looked familiar? It seemed that he had seen him somewhere?

"Ling Fei, why are you here?" Jingjia asked.

"Uncle Han, we're going to make a snowman. Talk to your mother." Jing Niantian took the tool in Jing Jiajia's hand and followed Jing Qingqing and he Lianbin out of the living room.

"Nian Tian, who is he?" asked he Lianbin when he came out of the living room.

"He is uncle Han Lingfei and his mother's good friend."

"Han Lingfei? Han Bing? Is there any relationship between them?" he Lianbin muttered in his heart.

"Gaga, uncle, he --"

Jingjiajia nodded and looked at jingnian sky in the yard. He was looking up at the sky.

"Then Gaga, you --"

Jingjiajia smiled and said, "although my father has left, my father will always live in our hearts. This family still has to support, and the living people still have to live, so don't worry, I'm fine."

Looking at Jing Jiajia's strong smile, Han Lingfei's heart is very bad. He has lost his relatives. He can feel the pain in Jing Jiajia's heart at this time.

"As long as you can think so, I'll rest assured. Where's aunt?"

"My aunt is chatting with my father. She will send my father to the hospital tomorrow. My aunt wants to talk to my father again."

"Oh." Han Lingfei nodded.

"Ling Fei, thank you for coming to see me. By the way, when will you get married?" Jingjia asked.

"The sixth day of the first month."

"Very soon, congratulations. I will go to your wedding and wish you happiness in advance."

"Thank you, Jiajia. I also hope you are happy. I think he will make you happy. I sincerely wish you all."

Jingjiajia pursed her mouth and thought, maybe, maybe he can give her happiness.

Han Lingfei felt a little embarrassed. He said, "it's all right. I'll go back first and see you another day."

"OK, I'll take you out."

"No, you can make a snowman with them." Han Lingfei turned and left.

Looking at Han Lingfei's back disappearing into the snow, Jing Jiajia smiled. He was her first moving man, but he would not be the man who accompanied her all her life. But the first love, although not the first love, was still the most beautiful emotion in every woman's heart.

"Lingfei, I wish you happiness." jingjiajia whispered.

Looking at the snow outside, jingjiajia thought of Yan law. It seems that he hasn't seen him for a few days. He hasn't called these days. Jingjiajia knows that this is actually their best ending. They start in winter and end in winter, which is a perfect ending.

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