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

With his memory, Jing Hao came to the music city of city B alone. This is the first time he has been here for so many years since he left here at the age of six. He didn't expect to find a place. It's just that it's much more prosperous here than ten years ago. The car stopped outside the gate of the music city. Jing Hao is an architectural student. However, he had to express his sincere admiration for such superb architectural design and technology.

While Jing Hao was still watching, the sound of knocking on the glass sounded. Jing Hao turned his face and saw several people wearing sunglasses standing outside the door.

Heiyu looked at Jing Hao's car not far away and whispered, "steamed stuffed bun, what should I do?"

Steamed stuffed bun frowned and thought about what to do next. He was secretly annoyed that if they were fast for five minutes, they would be able to catch up with Han Hao, and they wouldn't have such no idea now.

"You see he's going in soon. What should I do?" Heiyu asked anxiously.

A word burst out of the steamed stuffed bun's mouth, "wait!"

Staring at the cars and people not far away, the steamed stuffed bun said, "I didn't expect Han Bing to hide in this manor." obviously, he was annoyed at his wrong estimation. In fact, he found here yesterday, but he didn't care, because he knew that the owner of this place was a woman, but he didn't expect Han Bing to know this hostess, And still hiding here, but the steamed stuffed bun is still wrong. If he finds out the real owner of the manor, he will be more annoyed.

After looking around, the steamed stuffed bun couldn't help crying in his heart. The man chose to build the manor next to the municipal government and the Armed Forces Department, presumably in order to avoid some accidents. However, who is the hostess of the music city?

"Who's outside?" boson came over.

"Mr. Bo." the bodyguard quickly withdrew and opened on both sides.

"Uncle Bo!" Jing Hao shouted, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

"Young master!"

Bosheng didn't expect Jing Hao to come so soon. He was quite surprised but very excited. However, it was only two seconds. He quickly swept around and whispered, "young master, it's not safe here."

The bodyguards quickly lined up and prepared to fight back at any time. They blocked behind the car. After passing the security scan at the door, the car entered the manor.

Looking at the car entering the manor, Heiyu was worried, "what should I do? He has gone in."

"Tell the master about it and let him be ready." steamed stuffed bun said coldly.

"OK."

"You stare here and I'll investigate one thing."

"What's the matter? You look worried?" Heiyu asked.

"Who is the real owner of the music city?" steamed stuffed bun said, turned the head of the car, went to a hidden place, got off the car, Heiyu was stunned for a while, drove the car to a place that was not easy to be noticed, and began to wait for "suffering", which was what he hated to do most.

"Uncle Bo, where's my father?"

"Sir is in the room. I don't know the young master is back yet." Bosheng opened the door, leaned slightly and respectfully greeted Jing Hao to get off the bus. Although Jing Hao was his son in his eyes. He hadn't married all his life and had already regarded Jing Hao as his own son, in his heart, he knew that the young master was the young master and the slave was the slave. This is a fact that no one can change.

Jing Hao hesitated and was too excited. He thought he would see his father he hadn't seen for a long time. He didn't leave much message. What Bosheng said just now was, "Sir is in the room. I don't know you're back." he used "come back", not "come".

"Great, uncle Bo. I haven't seen my father for a long time. I really miss him."

Bosheng smiled and took Jing Hao to the door of the villa.

Thinking that he would see his father soon, Jing Hao was very happy and couldn't help speeding up his steps.

"Bang bang -"

"Come in." the familiar voice sounded in his ear again. Jing Hao couldn't help getting more excited. He couldn't wait to see the father he thought about day and night now.

Boson opened the door, smiled and said, "Sir, who do you think is back?"

Han Bing raised his head and looked at the door.

"Dad."

"Hao'er?" Han Bing was very surprised and wanted to stand up, but in vain, he patted the wheelchair angrily. Han Bing was angry on his face.

"Dad." Jing Hao shouted again. Han Bing returned to his senses and looked at his son who seemed to fall from the sky. His smile gradually spread from his lips to the whole face. This was his first heartfelt smile in recent months. It was an excited smile.

Boson walked to the side of the cold ice, pushed him out of the back of the table, and Jinghao stared at him. "Dad, your leg“

Han Bing took a look at his legs and smiled easily. "Dad's legs are all right. Come on, let dad have a good look at you."

Kneeling in front of Han Bing, Jing Hao gently put his hands on his legs. They all said that men don't shed tears lightly, but Jing Hao still couldn't help shedding precious tears. He knew that if it weren't for himself, his father wouldn't be like this. He has always been so proud. Now, because he has become like this, although he's not a loser, what's the difference. Tears follow the well Hao's face slipped down, he gently lying on the cold leg, choking, "Dad, sorry, it's because I you will be, sorry."

"What are you crying for?" Han Bing's voice is very hard, but with a trace of remorse. He knows that all these are the consequences of his mistakes. Fortunately, his son is still alive, otherwise he really doesn't have a pillar to live. However, he won't tell him about the past. He knows that some things are past, Why mention it? Otherwise, the wind and rain that will lift up again will be fierce and unstoppable.

"Dad, it's all my fault. I'm sorry..."

Han Hao sighed and patted Jing Hao on the shoulder. "Silly boy, this has nothing to do with you. Bosheng, you should make something to eat. Hao'er should not have eaten yet."

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away."

Bosheng left the room. There were only Hanbing and Jinghao left in the study. Jinghao still couldn't help crying loudly. This time, Hanbing didn't say anything, but looked down quietly and expressionless at his son crying like a child on his leg. In fact, he was already in pain.

Gradually, Jing Hao stopped crying, hugged his icy legs and still lay on his legs. He had never seen his mother since childhood. His father raised him both as a mother and as a father. In Jing Hao's heart, his father was greater than any father and mother, so he was more difficult than anyone.

After a moment of silence, Jing Hao said, "Dad, I want to ask you something."

Han Bing vaguely felt what his son would ask. It seemed that he couldn't tell him anything. He smiled and nodded, "come on, what's the matter?"

Jing Hao thought for a moment and felt that he should start with his life experience. He looked into Han Bing's eyes and asked softly, "Dad, I'm not your child with Jiajia, right?"

Staring at Jing Hao, Han Bing didn't say a word for ten minutes.

"Dad, if you don't want to say, I won't ask..."

Han Bing interrupted Jing Hao's words, "Hao'er, you pushed your father out for a walk. You're stuck in this room all day. You really suffocate me."

Jing Hao was stunned and nodded, "OK, I'll push you out for a walk. The sun is very good today."

The manor is a scene of prosperity. The grass is green and the flowers are blooming and even some have withered, but it also attracts many butterflies and bees. The water flows down slowly from a large rockery in the yard, and the birds stand on the tree branches and chirp. This is the side of early summer, which is different from the competition of flowers in spring. Its beauty lies in silence, Dynamic static.

Looking around, the manor is full of green, that green, layer upon layer, that green, deep and steady, that green, as clean as a person, so beautiful that people can hardly close their eyes. They just want to bring all this green into their eyes, put it in their own bag and don't let others share it.

Jing Hao took a deep breath with a smile and said, "Dad, I remember coming here when I was six, didn't I?"

Han Bing nodded and seemed to be remembering. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, "yes, I remember that I wanted to bring you here because you were ill. I didn't want to come here. Only one day, your illness was miraculously cured."

Jing Hao smiled, "yes, so for so many years, I have always felt that this place is a very sacred place, but --" Jing Hao hesitated whether to go down again. Jia Jia said that this is his father's home, the real home. Now it seems that Jia Jia guessed right, but why did his father never mention it to him.

Han Bing turned his face and looked at his son, "it's just that you didn't expect that this is actually our home, the real home."

I really know that my son is like a father. Han Bing just glanced at him and knew what his son was thinking.

Seeing through his heart, he was still embarrassed. Even if the man was his own father, Jing Hao pulled the corner of his mouth unnaturally.

Han Bing looked at the distance and said, "I built this place before you were born. What I hope is to create a paradise for my children that can't be comparable anywhere in the world, so it's called 'Music City'."

Jing Hao looked down at his father and said, "in fact, there is another meaning of naming it 'Lecheng'."

Han Bing didn't deny or admit it. Only he knew it best. Looking at the forest, Han Bing was fascinated. He remembered that many years ago, in this place, he made a mistake that he would never forgive himself in his life. It was also here that he personally destroyed his favorite woman

===============Deep love===================

"Wake up?"

Jingjiajia opened her eyes and looked at the man's enlarged face. She stretched out her hand, pinched the handsome face in front of her, grinned and said, "did you take advantage of me while I was asleep?"

Bu Dongze leaned over and printed on Jing Jiajia's lips, smiled low, "guess?"

Jingjiajia stretched out his hand and motioned Bu Dongze to pick her up. Being coquettish is a woman's natural nature, especially when meeting the man she loves, just like jingjiajia at this time, "I know you take advantage of others' sleep. What's good to guess? I'm hungry. Go and make me something to eat."

"Well, you call me husband first."

Jingjiajia shook his head. "No, we haven't married yet. I won't call."

"Who says we still --" Bu Dongze said half of it. Realizing what he said wrong, he stopped talking, but said, "I'm calling you your wife. You can't always call me bu Dongze. It's so ugly, even if it's me."

Jingjiajia put down his arm and shrunk into the quilt. "Ze? Ugly, I won't call. I've known yanlv for so many years and have been calling him yanlv."

"Law is law. I'm your husband. It's different."

"You're not my husband. Besides, law is still my former boyfriend. At most, you're a junior. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't break up with law. You'd be the first to see my brother rob my brother's girlfriend. Sometimes I feel sorry for you." jingjiajia whispered. In fact, this is what she has been thinking these days, Sometimes she was thinking, if there was no step Dongze between her and yanlv, would they be able to go on and live as heartless as before.

Bu Dongze was not angry, and even said without shame, "If you really love him, you won't break up because of my presence. Since you broke up, it means that you don't really love each other, or your love is not very firm, and I am the one who really loves you. Law, but in the past few years when I didn't appear, I acted as a brother and protected you. That's not love, okay, silly Woman. "At the end of the sentence, bu Dongze didn't forget to take advantage of it again. When Jing Jiajia didn't pay attention, he kissed her like a child stealing food. Then, he leaned over the bed with his chin on his hands and watched Jing Jiajia affectionately.

Jingjiajia's face turned red again, not only because of the man's boastful words just now, but also because he made her have goose bumps in her eyes. She hid from Dongze's eyes and said, "what are you talking about? It's all nonsense. Go and make me something to eat. My son is hungry."

Bu Dongze pulled Jing Jiajia's face, forced her to look at herself and corrected, "it's a daughter. I've told you many times. This time it's a daughter, not a son."

"Well, it's my daughter. My daughter is hungry. Should you cook delicious food?" Jing Jiajia compromised. The man was gentle and his eyes were scared to death. He was too unlike him.

"Are you going down with me, or are you in your bedroom?"

Jingjiajia thought, "I'll go down with you."

"My wife is so good. Come on, kiss again."

Jingjiajia wiped his lips hard and muttered, "hooligans, take advantage of me again."

Jingjiajia sat up and said, "you go down first and I'll go to the bathroom."

"Can I help you?" Bu Dongze smiled.

"Go away, it's not serious!" Jingjia scolded and pushed him away.

"Then slow down yourself. I'll cook."

Jingjiajia came out of the bathroom and heard the mobile phone ring. She thought it was her own mobile phone, because the ring was the same as her mobile phone, but she picked up the phone on the table and looked at it. No, but it was still ringing. After looking for it for a long time and following the sound, jingjiajia found the mobile phone in Dongze's clothes pocket on the door hanger and looked at a serial number on it Code, jingjiajia thought for a moment and connected, but he didn't speak.

"Master, Han Bing has been found. He is not dead yet. He is in Lecheng, city B, and Han Hao has entered Lecheng."

Jingjiajia could tell that it was black rain. Then jingjiajia remembered that she had not seen black rain and steamed stuffed bun for a long time. What did he mean just now? Did Han Bing and his brother's injury have something to do with Bu Dongze? It's impossible. Jingjiajia shook his head hard. It's absolutely impossible.

Jingjiajia's heart was pulled together. She didn't dare to make a sound for fear that Heiyu would hear her voice, but she wanted to know whether it was related to him. She thought for two seconds, took the phone away from herself and said, "Bu Dongze, what are you doing? Pour me milk quickly."

Heiyu was really fooled. He smiled a little. Unexpectedly, the superior master was also controlled by others, and this person would not be others, but jingjiajia. He whispered, "master, steamed stuffed bun, go to investigate who the real owner of Lecheng is. What should I do next?"

"Wife, what do you want to eat?" Bu Dongze opened the door and came in.

Jingjiajia heard the voice and hung up the phone in a hurry, but she didn't have time to put the phone in the pocket of Dongze's clothes. She saw that Bu Dongze had stood in front of her.

With the phone in his hand, Jing Jiajia was at a loss, and bu Dongze also saw her panic, and then saw the phone in her hand. He was cluttered in his heart. It wouldn't be so coincidental that she answered the phone? He also rang as soon as he arrived in the kitchen. The phone was still in his coat pocket, so he hurried up to get it. Unexpectedly, she got it.

Trying to make himself think better, bu Dongze smiled, came forward and asked softly, "Jiajia, did my phone ring?"

"Er -" jingjiajia answered, looked down at the phone in his hand, "it rang. He hung up when I answered. I don't know who it is."

"Oh, let me see." Bu Dongze noticed the difference from Jing Jiajia's panic. He took his mobile phone and looked down for two minutes and ten seconds. In other words, she had definitely connected the phone and heard something. The phone was called by Heiyu, and according to his habit, whether it was Heiyu or steamed stuffed bun, When they reported to him, they always connected the phone and spoke directly. Because he didn't like to procrastinate, his subordinates changed their habits. Usually, he never left the phone. Today, because she was uncomfortable, she always worried when she took her to the hospital. She forgot about her mobile phone. Unexpectedly

Pretending nothing had happened, bu Dongze held Jing Jiajia's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "what do you want to eat?"

Jingjiajia was still thinking about what Heiyu said just now, and she didn't hear Bu Dongze's words.

"Jiajia, Jiajia." Bu Dongze shook her gently, and Jing Jiajia regained consciousness.

"Er, bu Dongze, what's the matter?"

"What are you thinking?"

Jingjia glanced unnaturally and said, "nothing, what did you just say?"

"I ask you what you want to eat. I'll do it."

Jingjiajia looked at Bu Dongze and gently rubbed his stomach, "well - dumplings, I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, but before making dumplings, can you get me something to eat first? I'm really hungry."

"OK, I'll hold you downstairs, and then you'll sit and watch. In this way, I'll work harder and harder."

Jingjiajia nodded, stretched out his hand and hugged Bu Dongze's neck.

Bu Dongze picked up Jingjia and asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Jingjia lay on Bu Dongze's shoulder. "I ask you, didn't you do something sorry for me?"

Bu Dongze looked at Jing Jiajia. Why is there a trace of fear in her eyes? Did Heiyu really say something that should not be said just now? He smiled. Bu Dongze said, "no, don't think about it."

"Don't lie to me, or I won't forgive you."

"Fool, don't think so much. If you're tired, sleep a little longer and I'll wake you up when the meal is ready."

Jingjiajia shook his head, "I'm not sleepy and don't want to sleep."

In the kitchen, since jingjiajia became pregnant, there was a sofa in it. For fear that she would be tired standing aside, bu Dongze carefully selected and made such a beautiful and comfortable sofa by himself.

Gently put Jing Jiajia on the sofa, bu Dongze squatted on the ground, smiled and said, "you sit here and supervise. My husband makes you something to eat first. You pad it first, and then I start cutting stuffing and making dumplings. What stuffing do you want?"

"Well - it's made of tofu, but I'd like to have it filled with lotus vegetables and pork."

"OK, then make two flavors."

"OK, bu Dongze, thank you for being so kind to me." this is the first time jingjiajia said to bu Dongze. This is her heart. She knows that he is kind to her these days, but she still stubbornly says that he pretends all this, but she doesn't know why at this moment, she really wants to say three words "thank you" to him, Because she vaguely felt that maybe after today, she and he would no longer be as close as they are now.

Bu Dongze was stunned. How did she say this, and from her look, she should have something on her mind.

"What's the matter? Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

Jingjiajia smiled. "It's all right. What I said is true. Thank you very much. I think if we don't hide so much and if we can be honest, I think I'll fall in love with you because you're really a good man."

Bu Dongze congealed Jing Jiajia and didn't say a word for a long time.

Jingjiajia smiled, stretched out his hand, pinched Bu Dongze's ear and made a slight effort, "Why are you stunned? My stomach is growling again."

"Jiajia, I..."

"What are you, are you difficult? Don't you want to cook for me?"

"No, I, forget it, I'll cook." Bu Dongze stood up and looked at Jing Jiajia for a moment. He had a very clear answer in his heart that she knew something.

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