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

From a distance, I saw jingjiajia standing at the door, and bu Dongze's heart became more and more nervous.

The car stopped beside Jing Jiajia. Bu Dongze pushed open the door and came down. He stretched out his hand to get the two hair on Jing Jiajia's face blown by the wind aside and asked softly, "what's the matter? His face is so bad?"

"It's all right." Jing Jiajia didn't look at Bu Dongze, opened the door and sat on the rear seat.

Bu Dongze's hand was raised in the air. He stood in situ for a long time. He obviously felt that she was a lot cold to him.

"Drive," Jingjia said again.

Bu Dongze put down his hand and entered the driver's seat. He turned his face and looked at Jing Jiajia's ugly face. He asked softly, "what's the matter?"

"I don't want to say here, drive," Jingjia said coldly.

Bu Dongze's hot face turned to his cold ass, and some dumb people couldn't tell the pain of eating Coptis chinensis. He sighed, twisted his face, fastened his seat belt, turned his face back, and said to Jing Jiajia, "fasten your seat belt."

Jingjiajia looked at Bu Dongze and sneered, "no, it's better for me to die like this, lest you try your best to think about what to do."

Bu Dongze was in a bad mood. Now when she said this about herself, bu Dongze's anger burned in his heart, but he still suppressed himself from yelling at her. He whispered, "Jiajia, can you not?"

"What's wrong with me? Am I wrong?" jingjiajia roared.

Bu Dongze pursed his mouth and clenched his hands on the steering wheel. His face was ugly, but he could see that he was trying to control his emotions and stopped arguing with Jing Jiajia, because Bu Dongze knew that it was useless to say anything. He understood her temper. Since she was willing to call him out, it showed that she still wanted to hear his explanation, but not now, He had to wait until her anger subsided, thinking that Bu Dongze slowly started the car.

Looking at her with her eyes closed behind the window from the car mirror, bu Dongze's heart is more flustered than ever. He clearly knows that this matter has nothing to do with him, but he immediately can't bring out evidence to prove his innocence. For the first time in his life, bu Dongze feels that his heart is more than his strength.

Bu Dongze, why did you do this? Why hurt my father and brother? Why can't the grievances of the previous generation pass? Why do you have to be so stubborn? If I didn't fall in love with you, I might not have such pain now, but I can't tell myself that I didn't fall in love with you and have no feelings for you. I can't do it. What's more, I'm pregnant with your child again in my stomach. Why do you have to torture me like this, bu Dongze! Jingjiajia held her chest and her heart was dripping blood. The pain was like lingchi, spreading from her heart to every nerve of her body bit by bit.

Gaga, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so painful. I'm sorry. Looking at her painful appearance in the mirror, bu Dongze read silently in his heart.

Jingjiajia suddenly said, "go to the cemetery."

Bu Dongze suddenly braked, and the car made a harsh sound. Although the car was driving very slowly, Jing Jiajia leaned forward and hit his head on the soft leather car back.

Bu Dongze hung a nervous heart, quickly untied his safety belt, twisted his body, stretched out his hand to hold Jing Jiajia's shoulder, "Jiajia, are you okay?"

Jingjiajia pushed her away and leaned back on the seat. She didn't even open her eyes to see Bu Dongze.

"Why go to the cemetery?" Bu Dongze asked softly.

However, jingjiajia did nothing except silence. After a while, Dongze restarted the car and drove to the direction of the cemetery.

Why did she go to the cemetery? Bu Dongze didn't understand that it was a cemetery. How could she choose to go there at this time?

When the car passed a florist, Jing Jiajia just opened his eyes and said, "stop."

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Bu Dongze asked.

Jingjiajia still ignored him, pushed open the door and went straight to the florist.

Bu Dongze smashed her fist on the steering wheel, looked at her back walking clumsily to the florist, suddenly remembered something, pushed open the door and strode up.

"I need to buy flowers. You wait outside."

Jingjiajia glanced at Bu Dongze and said faintly, "thank you. I won't bother you."

In a word, the distance between them suddenly pulled far away. Bu Dongze was stunned in situ and didn't say a word for a long time.

The clerk said sweetly, "Miss, do you need to buy flowers?"

"Yes, seven Qionghua and seven white lilies in a bundle. Thank you."

"Miss, are you going to visit your relatives?" the clerk asked.

Jingjia just nodded slightly and didn't speak.

"Just a moment."

Qionghua and lily were Lu Le's two favorite flowers before his death. During the days when they left the forest and returned to the city, their yard was full of Qionghua and white lily. Jingjiajia remembered asking his mother, "Mom, does grandma also have the smell of Lily?"

She clearly remembered her mother's answer, "cen'er, in fact, when her mother was as old as you, she once asked your grandmother why I had the smell of lily. Do you know how grandma answered? She said, Le'er, you were the embodiment of lily."

"Then why is mother the embodiment of Lily?" the young Jingjia asked curiously.

"Because lilies are Grandma's soul, and grandma's ancestors are Lily fairies," Lu Le replied.

It was many years later that Jingjia understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Miss, your flowers." the clerk interrupted Jingjia's thoughts.

"Well, thank you. How much is it?"

"127 yuan."

After paying the money, Jing Jiajia carefully held the flowers in her hands, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and then walked to the car parked on the side of the road. Bu Dongze kept watching her come out of the store and walk directly to the car without even glancing at him. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to laugh, want to laugh wildly, and laugh wildly to the sky.

Jingjiajia didn't speak. She sat quietly in the car and looked down at the flowers in her arms. She didn't seem to be in a hurry.

To open the door, bu Dongze bent over and looked at Jing Jiajia and whispered, "Jiajia, tell me a word, will you?"

Jingjiajia didn't lift his head and said two words coldly, "drive."

Bu Dongze couldn't laugh or cry. She lifted her face and took a deep breath. She closed the door and went to the driver's seat. This is her sentence. The two words "drive" are so ridiculous.

Every trauma experienced is a process of experience and maturity. Jingjiajia understands this truth, so she no longer complains.

Taking out his mobile phone, jingjiajia played a song and set the mode to single cycle. In fact, single cycle is a kind of mood and a kind of life. Listening to the open voice from the distant sky again and again, jingjiajia's already wet heart began to rain again.

Bu Dongze's car drove very slowly, but it wasn't long before he came to the cemetery. He looked up and looked outside. Jing Jiajia took off his headphones, put them in his bag and got out of the car with flowers. Looking at the tombs one by one not far away, they stood there alone and could not help but sigh. No matter how beautiful or down-to-earth they lived, they were not always alone after death. Even if they had relatives, so what? The pain of yin and Yang separation that they felt could no longer bear at that time slowly disappeared in the memory of the living people over time, Until, I can't remember.

Stepping here again, there was no sadness. Some were more just the memory of their father and mother, deep thoughts. Jing Jiajia slowly walked to a tomb that looked slightly different from other tombs, knelt slowly on the ground, put the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, and smiled gently, "Mom, Cener came to see you."

Bu Dongze followed her to stand aside and remained silent. This was the first time he followed her here. Unexpectedly, her mother and her sister were buried in the same cemetery. This was also the first time he came to the cemetery. Instead of visiting his sister, he followed her to the tomb of a woman he had never met before.

Lu Le's photo on the tombstone has turned white, but her bright smile is still in front of Jing Jiajia. Jing Jiajia smiled, stretched out his hand and gently stroked it on the photo and whispered, "Mom, Cener came to see her mother. I brought her mother's favorite white lilies and Qionghua. Look, how beautiful they are."

The air is filled with the scent of Lily and the faint fragrance of Qionghua, but it can't make people feel the feeling that permeates the heart and spleen.

"Mom, today I brought my unborn child to see you with the child's father. Have you seen us? Nianer is eight years old, but I didn't bring him today. He is taller and I can't hold him."

"Mom, I'm here to tell you something. In fact, I haven't told you that my father has gone. He's looking for you. Are you together?"

Mentioning Jingxing, bu Dongze suddenly understood why jingjiajia brought him to the cemetery today.

"Mom, I'm an unfilial daughter. I didn't take good care of my father and let him leave so early. I'm sorry..." tears fell down jingjiajia's cheeks and dropped on the lilies on the ground, like crystal beads, hanging on the blooming lilies. Then the sun shone, sending out a "beautiful" light.

Bu Dongze squatted down and gently held Jing Jiajia's shoulder, "Jiajia, don't cry and pay attention to your body."

Jingjia shook her body. Now she didn't want to give in. Dongze touched her. She began to hate his touch.

Bu Dongze sighed helplessly again, looked at the picture of Lu le on the tombstone, pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and said in his heart, Lu Le, although I once approached Gaga for revenge and to kill Shilian, since I fell in love with her, I have put down my hatred. If you really have spirit in heaven, I hope you can bless me and Gaga to go on forever.

"Mom, I'm leaving..." jingjiajia wiped her tears. She really wanted to go. She knew she was cowardly. Even though she knew that her father died because of him, she still couldn't hate him. She just wanted to leave and didn't want to let herself live in pain and suffering with the name of unfilial, so she really wanted to leave and paused for a while, Jingjiajia then said, "when I come to see you another day, I will come to see you with Niantian and my brother."

Seeing that jingjiajia is going to get up, bu Dongze hurriedly holds her, but jingjiajia pushes her away.

Jingjiajia had worn out Bu Dongze's patience. Although he knew he shouldn't be angry, after all, she was pregnant now, but he couldn't control himself and couldn't help roaring, "Jiajia, what's the matter with you?"

Jingjiajia stood up holding the tombstone. She had been holding it all the time. Now, he yelled at her, and she was not angry, "Bu Dongze, what are you yelling at me? What's wrong with me? Don't you know best? What have you done yourself? Do you want me to tell you? I've been waiting for four days, and you still won't tell me. How long do you want to hide from me? Bu Dongze, isn't it enough for you to hurt my father? Why do you hurt my brother?"

"I -" Bu Dongze couldn't say anything to refute jingjiajia for a moment. He stared anxiously. He admitted that Jingxing's death had something to do with him. In fact, it can be said that Jingxing died because of him. Even if the matter of Jinghao today had nothing to do with him, he couldn't say anything. What's more, no one would believe that it had nothing to do with him.

"There's nothing to say, bu Dongze. I'm really blind before I conceive your child again. I'm really an asshole. I even sleep in the same bed with the person who killed my father. Oh, it's really funny, very funny..."

Looking at Jing Jiajia's constantly falling tears, bu Dongze's heart is like being cut piece by piece with a knife. It is definitely not a "pain" that can be described.

"Jiajia, you believe me. Today's matter has nothing to do with me."

Jingjiajia sneered, "it has nothing to do with you? Do you dare to confront me now?"

Bu Dongze guessed eight points from Jing Jiajia's words. He lianjiang and Jing Hao must have gone back to Jing's house and told Jing Jiajia about this morning. Of course he dared to confront him when he went back, but would she believe it? Bu Dongze's heart is bottomless.

"Don't dare to go? You have a guilty heart. Bu Dongze, I Jing Jiajia was really blind to believe you for so long. If I could see you six months ago, my father would not die..." without a breath, Jing Jiajia covered his chest, bent down and squatted on the ground, and his small faces were tightly clenched together.

"Jiajia, don't worry, don't be angry."

"Wuwuwuwu -" jingjiajia suddenly covered his face and began to cry.

Bu Dongze's voice trembled, and even his hand holding Jing Jiajia's shoulder trembled slightly, "sorry, Jiajia, don't cry, will you?"

"Go away, I don't want to see you again, you go!"

"OK, I'll go. I'll go after I send you home. I'll never appear in front of you again, but don't cry, okay? You're pregnant now, even if it's not for yourself and the baby in your belly, don't cry any more, okay?"

Jingjiajia stood up with tears in her beautiful eyes. She suddenly smiled, "child? Bu Dongze, I really regret being pregnant with him. He shouldn't have come at all!"

"Jia Jia..." Bu Dongze wanted to come forward and help her, but Jing Jiajia stepped back two steps and pointed to bu Dongze. Her mood was completely out of control. She shouted at her throat, "don't let me touch you again! You are the murderer who killed my father, you are the murderer!"

Jing Niantian didn't know when he came. He rushed over and pushed Bu Dongze away, came to Jing Jiajia, stared at Bu Dongze with angry eyes, "go away! I won't let you bully my mother."

"Bu Dongze, you bastard!" Jing Hao couldn't help saying that he came to bu Dongze and punched Bu Dongze in the face. Bu Dongze stumbled carelessly and almost fell down. In a moment, blood flowed out along Bu Dongze's mouth. He looked at Jing Hao and stood up to look at Jing Jiajia and Jing Niantian.

Jingjiajia wiped her tears, took jingniantian's hand and said, "Niantian, let's go home."

Bu Dongze, ignoring the blood flowing along the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Jiajia's arm, "don't go."

"Pa!" It was another punch. Bu Dongze got another heavy punch from Jing Hao on the cheek. He was really angry this time. He waved one punch, but he was caught by he lianjiang, who was quick in his eyes and hands. He quickly waved the other hand. Similarly, a punch hit Bu Dongze on the right cheek, and blood flowed from the corner of his right mouth. Bu Dongze's eyes were red. He had been punched twice by Jing Hao just now, He admitted the two punches. Even when he gave an account of the unintentional killing of Jingxing, he has nothing to do with Jingxing's death since then, but he will never forget the punch of he lianjiang. He Bu Dongze has always had revenge.

The first foot, bu Dongze kicked empty, and then the second foot fell heavily on helianjiang's waist. Although helianjiang had also been specially trained, he was still obviously in pain and stood up with his lips tightly clenched. You know, if Bu Dongze's foot kicked an ordinary person or Jing Hao around him, I'm afraid his waist would have been broken, and even his life would have been lost Yes, fortunately, this man is helianjiang, not others.

The same two men who had been specially trained confronted each other in front of Lu Le's tombstone. Their same scarlet eyes stared at each other. It seemed that they would have a man to man duel in a moment, especially Bu Dongze. The blood had dripping down Bu Dongze's chin and dyed a large area of his white shirt red. Jing Hao also stood aside and confronted Bu Dongze. It was obvious that it was two A man has to duel with a man.

Bu Dongze's mouth kept flowing bright red blood, which deeply hurt Jing Jiajia's eyes. She couldn't be indifferent, but her words of concern were like stemming in her throat, so that she couldn't spit out, and her tears flowed out.

Jing Niantian raised his face and looked at Jing Jiajia, pursed his small mouth, and tears were about to flow out, "Mom, why are you crying again?"

Pull Jing Niantian in his arms, and Jing Jiajia choked, "Nian Tian, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault, I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, Jing Niantian broke away from Jing Jiajia's hand, suddenly pushed Jing Hao away, clenched his small fist, stood beside Bu Dongze, stared at Jing Hao and he lianjiang, shouted at the top of his voice, "you are not allowed to bully my father, I won't let you bully my father, you all go away, all - go - go!"

Looking at Jing Niantian as angry as a little leopard, he lianjiang saw the shadow of Bu Dongze from the Buddha on him, especially the two lights from his eyes shocked he lianjiang. He is an eight year old child, but his face has anger and something similar to hatred that does not belong to his age.

Bu Dongze smiled happily. Ignoring the blood from the corners of his mouth, he bent down to pick up Jing Niantian and held him tightly in his arms. Tears swirled back and forth in the eyes of the cold man. Even from then on, Gaga would never forgive him or stay with him. At least he had such a son, so he could not say that he had no harvest in his life, Because he has a lovely son.

Jing Nian Tian stretched out his little hand, carefully wiped the blood stains on the corners of Bu Dongze's mouth, and asked painfully, "Dad, does it hurt?"

Bu Dongze shook his head, "it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

"It's strange that it doesn't hurt. It's bleeding. My father is bad for me. If I grow up, I won't let them bully you, Dad. I'm sorry."

Jingjiajia wiped her tears, pursed her mouth and raised her face, trying to restrain her tears from flowing out again, but the tears still flowed out, but whether the tears were distressed by Bu Dongze or because of jingniantian's words just now, in short, her heart was sour, very sour, very sour at this time. No matter what kind of person Bu Dongze is or what he does, he and Niantian will always be father and son. Nothing can change the blood thicker than water between them.

Jing Nian Tian wiped the blood around Bu Dongze's mouth with tears and choked, "Dad, I'll let my mother not be angry with you. Promise me not to make my mother angry again, okay?

Bu Dongze sucked his nose, smiled and nodded, "OK, Dad promised you that he would never make his mother angry again, and never again. Do you believe what Dad said?"

Tightly hugging Bu Dongze's neck and lying on his shoulder, Jing Niantian forced his head, "well, I believe dad."

"Mom, dad has promised me that he will never make you angry again. Mom, you will forgive dad, okay?"

Jingjiajia turned her back to jingniantian, covered her mouth and cried. She didn't know what to do. He was the direct murderer of her father, but he was Niantian's biological father. What should she do? Why did God make such a joke on her.

Bu Dongze walked to Jing Jiajia with Jing Niantian in his arms and said softly, "Jia Jia, I'm sorry."

"Mom, will you forgive Dad this time? If Dad bullies you again and makes you angry, I'll never ask him to call dad and ignore him again."

What can jingjiajia say and what else can she say? Can she tell Niantian that his father killed his grandfather? She can't! But what should she do in the face of such a pure and young heart?

She turned around and looked at the picture of her mother on the tombstone. She was kindly looking at herself and laughing. Jing Jiajia slowly knelt on the ground

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