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

In such a large bedroom, it was very quiet. The man sat on the sofa, pursed his mouth and held a newspaper in front of him. His deep eyes secretly looked at the woman sitting on the balcony nearby under the cover of the newspaper. The woman sat in the rocking chair, pulled a face that looked angry, pursed pink lips, held a Doraemon bigger than her in his arms, and whispered, Dead man, be careful, not generous at all, and say that love her is purely false. Men's words are not credible, not credible at all.

Jingjiajia's voice was small, but bu Dongze could hear it clearly. He grinned and continued to be silent.

Their confrontation has lasted for half an hour from dinner to now. No one spoke first. Finally, jingjiajia couldn't stand the depressed atmosphere anymore and shouted, "I said Bu Dongze, how can you be as careful as a woman."

Looking at the man who still didn't respond on the sofa, jingjiajia was quite angry. Why could he do this? After the dead man scolded him again in his heart, jingjiajia leaned back on the chair with Doraemon and closed his eyes slightly. Just at the moment of closing his eyes, jingjiajia deliberately glanced at the sofa, but in addition to disappointment and more anger, She found no sign of him moving.

Jingjiajia tilted his mouth and muttered, "don't talk to me. If you want to pretend, you'll pretend to look like some. The newspapers are upside down. I don't know you have such a hobby. You read the newspapers instead."

Bu Dongze finally put down the reversed newspaper. In fact, he didn't read a word. The newspaper was in his hand just to block it, and then he could secretly see what she was doing.

"Cough -" Bu Dongze pretended that his throat was uncomfortable, coughed twice, picked up the water cup on the table and drank a mouthful of water.

I don't want to open my eyes. Jingjiajia said lazily, "Bu Dongze, I want to drink milk."

Bu Dongze took a water cup and put it to his mouth. He smiled and looked at Jing Jiajia. "If you want to drink, you don't have the ability to pour it yourself. You can run to the park with your stomach. I think pouring a glass of milk is a piece of cake for you."

Jingjiajia opened his eyes, stared at Bu Dongze and looked at each other to see who could kill who.

After thinking about it, Jing Jiajia told herself not to be angry and determined not to be angry. He didn't mean to let her pour it by herself, so go by herself. She's pregnant, not that her legs and feet can't move. Hum! It's better to rely on yourself than on men. Men are unreliable. When they are happy, they can spoil you to heaven. When they are unhappy, you are nothing!

Put Doraemon aside, jingjiajia stood up. When she came to bu Dongze, she deliberately slowed down and tilted her small face slightly. She just wanted him to see that she could pour milk by herself. In the past, she asked him to pour milk for her. She looked up to him.

Looking at her still so arrogant, bu Dongze sighed gently in his heart. He heard his helpless sigh. For her, he couldn't be angry. He stretched out his hand and took Jing Jiajia's arm. His voice was jealous and gentle. "Wife, don't be angry. I'm wrong. I'll pour you milk."

Jingjiajia pursed his mouth and said coldly, "let go. I have nothing to do with you. I have legs and hands. I'll go back and pour it myself."

Bu Dongze put down the water cup in his hand, stood up and accompanied a helpless smile, "wife, it's my fault. I apologize."

Jingjiajia twisted his face, looked at Bu Dongze with a smile on his face, and gently opened his pink lips, "loose - hands."

Bu Dongze not only didn't let go, but put his hands around Jing Jiajia's waist. "Don't let go, wife, don't be angry. You'll have fetal Qi. Come on, sit down and I'll pour you milk."

"Mom and Dad, what do you think this is?"

Jing Niantian opened the door and ran in. Seeing Jing Niantian coming in, bu Dongze felt the Savior coming, smiled and said, "son, your mother wants to drink milk."

Jing Niantian looked at Jing Jiajia, "Mom, do you want to drink milk?"

Jingjiajia knew what the man thought in his heart. She just didn't follow his will today. When she took the initiative to talk to him just now, he pretended, "loosen me, bu Dongze!"

"Mom, do you want milk?" Jing Niantian asked.

"Mom doesn't drink. Bu Dongze, loosen your hand. Do you hear me?"

"OK, I'll let go. Don't be angry." Bu Dongze hurriedly let go. He knew that he wouldn't be so angry just now. Now he's moving a stone to hit his own foot. Let's bear it.

"Son, when we go home, I don't want to stay in other people's homes. If I depend on others, I will be bullied."

Jing Niantian looked at Bu Dongze and Jing Jiajia. His eyes turned around and nodded, "OK, I also want to go home. I want to play games with my uncle!"

"OK, let's pack up, then call Haohao and ask him to pick us up." jingjiajia pulls jingniantian, picks up the bag on the sofa and prepares to leave.

Bu Dongze's face became more and more ugly. The woman just deliberately made him angry, but he couldn't lose his temper. Who makes her a treasure more precious than pandas? Bu Dongze endured her anger, controlled and controlled her emotions, and stopped Jing Jiajia, "Wife, if I'm wrong, don't be angry. I promise I won't make you angry again. Don't go back. If you want to go back, I'll send you back tomorrow. Don't toss about tonight. Be obedient. It's bad for the child."

There is another important thing to do tonight. Jingjiajia knows that she will go back tonight anyway. In fact, even if she and bu Dongze are different tonight, she will go back. She has to give the letter of Bosheng to her brother, but she can't tell Bu Dongze about it now, because she doesn't know what the content of the letter is.

"Get out of the way, I'm not your wife."

"Son, let's go." Jing Jiajia pushed aside Bu Dongze and took Jing Niantian out of the room.

Understand her character and her temper. Bu Dongze knows that she will go back anyway tonight. He can't stop it if he wants to. Forget it, let her go back. After all, she hasn't gone back for several days. Although here is also her home, there is still her mother's home. He understands that women are like this.

"Send madam back." Bu Dongze explained.

"Yes, master."

The car left the luxurious villa courtyard. Bu Dongze stood in front of the window and looked at the car disappearing into the night bit by bit. His deep eyes were more profound.

The heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a needle. Bu Dongze fiercely covered his chest and leaned against the wall. He hasn't been like this for a long time. Why is it suddenly like this again today? What's the matter?

Tightly covering his chest and frowning, bu Dongze sat on the ground bit by bit. The urgency and violence of the pain made him almost unable to breathe. He curled his body. Bu Dongze lay on the cold floor and gradually closed his eyes.

Night, silent, in the deep and boundless night sky, there are shining stars. Jingjiajia is a little confused, and his heart is like this erratic star.

Jingniantian has fallen asleep. Jingjiajia gently kissed him on the forehead, then went out of the room and came to her room. Since she came back, she has always felt uneasy. She poured a glass of milk and held it in the palm of her hand. Jingjiajia thought of what she had just been there and smiled. You are a very careful man.

Standing in front of the window and looking at the boundless night sky, Jing Jiajia thought of Jingxing again. The man who had gone to heaven to accompany his mother. His memory hit violently like the rolling tide, which made Jing Jiajia shiver. She was 25 years old and should have been her father for twenty-five years. However, Jing Jiajia sighed and slowly closed her eyes.

The light and shadow fleeting years hidden in the depths of her heart and the memory fragments in her sleep, she wanted to string them up, hang them on the door of her heart, and taste them slowly in the days to come. However, she found that she was wrong. Those fleeting years fragments could not be connected with more lines. They were sad and heartache. Why were there so few things about her father in her memory, She couldn't afford to salvage it any more. Why didn't she deeply regret that she didn't accompany him well until he left.

Tears, crystal clear, then reflected by the moonlight, glowing with dazzling light.

Dad, I miss you. I call softly in my heart. Jing jiav lies by the window, slightly lowers his head, and allows tears to fall one by one, falling on the windowsill, splashing silent spray.

The ups and downs of life have never been grasped. If you have cried or laughed, you still have to face it firmly. The dead have grown up, and the living are also strong.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't received a call from my aunt and sister for a few days, and I didn't know where they were swimming now. Jingjiajia opened her eyes, wiped the wet corners of her eyes, turned and walked to the table and picked up the phone.

Shi Ling stood in front of the window and looked at the foreign night. Her heart floated boundlessly and couldn't fall to the end.

"Mom, haven't you slept yet?" Jing Qingqing came gently. Her father had died for more than five months, but her mother still failed to come out of the shadow of grief and took her to many places, but she still didn't see a smiling face all day. No, it was late at night, but she still didn't sleep.

Shi Ling turned her face and saw that it was her daughter. She gently pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled. She was still reluctant to show her, "Qingqing, you haven't slept so late?"

Jing Qingqing smiled and gently hugged Shi Ling's shoulder. She stood in front of the window with her, bathed in the wind, but she was in no mood to appreciate it.

"Mom, let's go back in a few days and see Jiajia and Hao. By the way, mom, I forgot to tell you something."

"What's up?"

Looking at Shi Ling, Jing Qingqing blinked mysteriously, smiled and said, "you're going to be a grandmother again."

After hearing this, Shi Ling stared at her daughter and didn't say a word for a long time. Her eyes gradually moved down to Jing Qingqing's flat abdomen.

Jing Qingqing knew that her mother must have thought wrong. She took Shi Ling's hand and said, "Mom, look at you, it's not me, it's Jiajia."

"Jia Jia?" Shi Ling asked, thinking she had heard wrong.

Jing Qingqing nodded. Now she believes in some things. A woman will never forget the first man she meets. No matter how long the time has passed, whether he has hurt her or not, no matter how deep the damage is, she is still like a moth to the fire and falls in love with him.

"She finally fell in love with that man, and she has been pregnant with his child again for more than three months." Jing Qingqing's voice is very light and her tone is very gentle. She said what happened to Jing Jiajia, but the Buddha also happened to her.

"You mean zhe Hangmin?"

Jing Qingqing nodded.

"Oh..." Shi Ling answered softly and became silent.

There are too many things in the world that she can't figure out. She still can't figure out after living most of her life. However, she understands a truth. Women, no matter what origin they are, love, in their eyes, are as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams in childhood.

The crisp phone rang. Jing Qingqing turned her face, looked at the mobile phone on the table and smiled, "it must be Jiajia so late."

"Let me answer." Shi Ling went to the phone.

Jing Qingqing shook her head and left the room.

"Aunt, did you wake you up?"

Shiling shook her head and said with a smile, "no, aunt, there is no one yet. You child, it's not good for your health to stay up late if you don't sleep now."

Jingjiajia was stunned for two seconds and asked, "aunt, do you know?"

"If it weren't for Qingqing, I'd still be in the dark. You child, why don't you tell your aunt about such a big thing? If I had known I would have gone back, how could you take care of yourself at home alone." listening to Shi Ling's complaining, it's not hard to hear the meaning of doting in her tone, In fact, she had already regarded jingjiajia as her own daughter.

Moved, jingjiajia's whole heart is full. Family affection is often like this. A word, or a look, is enough to erase all the unhappiness once. The rest are the little touches that linger in her heart and can never be waved away.

"Aunt, you scold me. I'm not a filial daughter. My father just left, but I'm pregnant with his child."

"Silly boy, what do you say? If your father is here, you must be very happy. It's a happy thing. If you say anything stupid, aunt will go back tomorrow."

"Aunt, I'm fine. Just take a good rest outside with your sister. I'm fine now, and he's also good to me." the last sentence jingjiajia said was very light, very light, just let the Buddha go. She was still doubting something.

"No matter how good he is, he's also a big man. What does he know about women's pregnancy? It's a deal. Aunt will go back tomorrow. She's been out for more than four months. She's tired of running all day, or she's comfortable at home." Shi Ling said. These two words behind her are really true. She's been thinking about whether she's out to relax or make herself more worried these days, Although I can't see him at home, there are his footprints in every corner of the house and his breath in every place. At least she won't miss him like now.

"Aunt, thank you."

"Silly boy, what are you talking about?"

"Aunt, I won't tell you. You'll be back tomorrow. I have a lot to tell you. I'll tell you when you come back."

"Well, you have a rest earlier. You can't stay up late now, you know?"

"Well, I see, aunt, I won't tell my sister."

Hung up the phone, as before, but his body was a little clumsy. Jing Jiajia sat on the balcony. The light wind blew slowly, very warm and comfortable. However, his heart could not be comfortable.

Jingjiajia now really understands that the fragile feeling is like something, like a silk on a spider's web. Just a gentle gust of wind can make the heart ripple.

Baby, are you right about your mother's choice? He lowered his head and said softly. Jingjiajia still doubts his current choice. He wants to love but is afraid of injury. How can it be so simple to get what he wants without trying?

In this life, it is doomed that she is constantly entangled with him. From the beginning of hate to the present love, the change only takes a moment.

The phone at hand rang again. Jing Jiajia looked down and picked up the phone.

"Jiajia..." a slightly hoarse and weak voice came. Jing Jiajia's heart suddenly trembled. She was afraid of accidents. She was really afraid.

"Bu Dongze, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Bu Dongze held the phone and smiled happily, "fool, I'm fine. I just miss you."

"Nonsense." jingjiajia said, with a happy smile on her face. "Mingming just separated. How can she think?" in fact, she was already thinking, but she didn't want to admit it.

"What I said is true, Gaga. Don't leave me, will you?"

Listening to the inexplicable words on the phone, Jing Jiajia frowned slightly. The man said something without limit. When did she say she was leaving him? Besides, she has his children again. Where can she go?

"I've decided that unless you drive me away, this life --" life, this life? Speaking these three words, jingjiajia suddenly became suspicious. It's still a long life. How can she say it easily? After a pause, she continued, "otherwise I'll stick to you like sticky gum until you're bored."

Heart, warm, much better than just now. Even if she said these words were false, he believed them.

"I love you, Gaga."

"You've said this sentence many times, and your ears can hear the cocoon." although he said so, Jing Jiajia's heart was as sweet as honey.

"I don't believe it, and I'll say it ten times a day until you say you love me too."

"You want to be beautiful, I won't fall in love with you." his mouth is very hard, but his heart has already been given to the man.

"Pa!" the crisp voice sounded in the extremely quiet room. Bu Dongze was slightly stunned and lowered his head. He saw the crystal drops on the photo. Why is there water? He put down the photo indefinitely and touched his eyes. Why are the corners of his eyes wet? Obviously, I should be happy. Why would I shed a tear for no reason? Bu Dongze didn't understand himself at this moment.

"I can't sleep. You can talk with me." jingjiajia's voice was like the warm spring breeze, blowing away the haze at the bottom of Bu Dongze's heart.

Bu Dongze smiled and looked down at the picture. It was secretly taken by him when she was sleeping. She was as beautiful as a sleeping beauty. It made him reluctant to move his eyes and separate from her even for a moment, so he always took this picture with him and took it out when he thought of her, "OK, but now you have to go back to bed. If you lie in bed and sit on the balcony, you will catch a cold."

"How do you know I'm sitting on the balcony?" Jingjia asked in surprise.

Bu Dongze smiled gently. He knew that as long as she couldn't sleep, whether it was windy or rainy, whether it was winter or warm, she would sit on the balcony and stare at the night sky like a little fool.

In fact, it's incredible to think about it. After all, he's only been with her for half a year, but he deeply understands her, her preferences, her habits, including her mind

"I guess." the man's low laughter came, and Jingjia thought with her mouth closed. "Guess what clothes I'm wearing now?"

Bu Dongze did not hesitate and blurted out, "that white nightdress."

Jingjiajia was stunned again. How could he guess so accurately? He wouldn't be - "did you press the monitor in my room?"

Bu Dongze sighed gently. She still didn't understand her mind. Why is she still doubting and doubting his love for her.

"No!" jingjiajia suddenly shouted and laughed, "you are guessing, because I am almost always a white nightdress. You are guessing. Am I right?"

Bu Dongze smiled and nodded, "fool."

"You're a fool." Jing Jiajia came down from the windowsill, drew the curtain and went back to bed. "I'm already sitting in bed."

"Cover up and don't get sick. You're two people now, not one."

Jingjiajia obediently pulled up the quilt to cover her body and leaned against the head of the bed, but asked, "Bu Dongze, do you care about me just for the children in my stomach?"

Trust has always been so fragile, bu Dongze admitted that it is even vulnerable.

"Yes -"

Jingjiajia's heart suddenly cooled. He finally admitted that he said that loving her was false. All he cared about was the child in her belly. The tears of grievance kept turning in jingjiajia's eyes. She tried to bite her lips and keep herself from crying.

"But I care more about you. No one is more important than you, including our children." this is bu Dongze's next words, which is so firm and serious.

Tears finally burst out of the bank, and sobs began to ring.

"What's the matter?" Bu Dongze hurriedly asked and got up from the sofa.

"What you said is a lie. I don't believe it. You clearly said that you only care about the children in my stomach."

"Little fool, you didn't hear what I said later?" Bu Dongze asked.

"Then why don't you say it together and why stop?" the two "why" gave in all at once. Dongze was speechless. Why? How should he explain?

There was a knock at the door——

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