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

Snow finally came in the middle of the night. It was accompanied by the cold wind. Wind and snow have always been inseparable.

At this time, jingjiajia hasn't fallen asleep, but now it's 1:30 in the morning. She doesn't want to sleep, but can't sleep. She's inexplicably confused. When she thinks of seeing Mo Rong at night, she has an unspeakable depression in her heart. No matter what the past gratitude and resentment are because of, she really hopes everyone will let go, Dad has left because of these grievances, and not only dad, but also those people she has not seen but related to her or him around them, they have also left.

The dead are long gone. Why can't the living live well?

"Still see? It's time to go to bed." Bu Dongze put a dress on her and stood on the balcony with her arm.

Jingjiajia smiled and leaned against his shoulder, holding his small hand on his big hand. Looking at the long-awaited snow outside, her heart was no longer happy, but shrouded in a light sadness. In fact, she wanted to talk to him and tell him what she wanted to do most when it snowed over the years, but she couldn't, In the morning, I could say two words slightly. Now I can't say half a word.

Suddenly she thought of a good way to release Bu Dongze's hand.

Bu Dongze looked at her out of the room and wondered. She followed her out. She entered the study and came out with a laptop in her arms.

He smiled and touched her head. "Tell me and I can get it."

Jingjia pointed to her mouth and shook her head.

"I know you can't speak now. You can open your mouth, silly girl."

Jingjiajia smiled and sat on the sofa holding the computer. Bu Dongze sat next to her.

She turned on the computer and wrote a few words on the screen, "husband, I type, you talk."

"OK, my wife typing and my husband talking."

"Husband, can you go with me when Dad dies?"

Bu Dongze held her up, sat in his arms and nodded, "of course, I'm your husband."

Jingjiajia thought a little, bit her lower lip and typed a string of words, "well, husband, can you shout in front of dad's tomb, dad?" after typing, she turned her face and looked at Bu Dongze. Her clear eyes had a strong expectation. This was what she always wanted to say to him. Every time she looked at his cold look to his aunt, Qingqing and grandpa, She wanted to tell him, but she didn't dare to say it. After going through this thing, she thought about this day and decided to tell him about it.

Bu Dongze thought a little, didn't answer her, and said, "Jiajia, I admit that I still think they are strangers to anyone in your family, but I will try to change myself for you and give me some time, okay?"

"OK, but, husband, I still hope you can call him dad in front of my father's grave. This year is the second anniversary of my father's death. I didn't go to see him last year. In fact, my father accepted you very early. Once he called me to the study and said to me, Jiajia, in fact, bu Dongze is a good person. My father is very happy that you can be together from now on He took the place of his father, who loved you and loved you. However, Jiajia, my father was also a little selfish. My father also hoped to hear his son-in-law ask me to call me "Dad" like other father-in-law. "Jingjiajia's slender fingers beat lightly on the keyboard, but her heart became wet again, and her eyes became dense with a thin layer of water mist, She didn't look up and didn't move after typing. She kept her fingers on the keyboard and waited for him quietly. She was a little uneasy and afraid of disappointment. This was not just that she was afraid of her disappointment, but that she didn't know how much courage she would need to go to her father's grave in two days if he really didn't agree.

Jingjiajia's words, Dongze not only shocked, but also blamed himself. He never thought that Jingxing could easily accept and forgive the harm he had brought to his daughter for his daughter. For so many years, since his father left, he has never been truly loved by his father. Although Bu Xun loves himself very much, he left less than a year after he arrived at this home. He has been like this for so many years. There is no father. Although he has a mother, it is different from no father.

The room was so quiet that jingjingjia could almost hear his violent heartbeat.

"Pa! PA!"

Two crisp sounds broke the five minute silence.

Two tears fell on the keyboard, made a sound, and then splashed.

Bu Dongze helped Jing Jiajia's body, wiped her tears gently with his finger belly, smiled and said, "fool, why are you crying again? You are the child's mother, and you are the same as the child. Don't cry any more."

Jingjiajia pursed her mouth, twisted her face and continued to type on the screen, "I don't want to marry you. You don't even want to call my father dad. I hate you!!!!!"

"No, wife, are you sure you didn't type the period wrong, and it became an exclamation point. And are you sure you didn't press it more?"

Jingjiajia tilted her head and hit him on the head. She thought that if her voice was good, she would scold him.

"Well, I'm teasing you. Don't cry. Smile."

Jingjiajia ignored him and turned his face aside.

Bu Dongze looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning.

"It's two o'clock in the morning. What can I do tomorrow? Can I go to bed?"

Jingjiajia ignored him and typed rapidly on the computer "I also said you love me, you don't love me at all! I don't want to love you anymore. Anyway, we're not married. I told my grandfather not to marry you. You annoying, selfish, arrogant, arrogant man who doesn't know how others feel. I don't like you anymore. I don't sleep with you anymore. I don't sleep tonight. You go out. I don't want to sleep with you again Talk to you!! "

"Finished?"

"Yes!"

Bu Dongze sighed gently. It seems that if she doesn't promise her tonight, she won't sleep at all.

"Well, I promise you to go to your father's grave the day after tomorrow and ask him to call him Dad. Can you go to bed?"

Jingjiajia had just returned his cloudy face, and the clouds cleared in an instant, revealing the smiling face of the sun.

"Husband, it's very kind of you!"

"Oh, it's good if my husband promised you. You hate him when he doesn't promise you. He's a selfish person again -" before he finished his words, her mouth was blocked by jingjiajia's lips. She learned his usual set.

Of course, the wife took the initiative. How can he neglect it again.

Bu Dongze stretched out his hand, closed the computer, put it on the sofa, picked her up and walked to the big bed. Tonight, he would not let her go so easily. Just now she said she wouldn't marry him. He should treat her well

Outside the window, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. Several flowers float in along the gap of the glass window that jingjiajia just pushed open. Maybe it's because they also want to feel some happiness.

It's so warm here. In this warm room, the two people on the bed stick together like glue. However, where they can't see, it's very different from here.

It's dark. I can't see my fingers!

Cold, like in the cold cellar of a thousand years!

Fear is creepy!

Where is this? Mo Rong doesn't know. She only knows that she was here when she woke up. She wanted to get up, but she found that her hands and feet were tied, and even her mouth was stuffed with things. She shouted and couldn't make a sound. She really didn't work every day.

The cold ground had made her body close to the ground lose intuition. She only knew that her whole body was trembling.

Lingfei, where are you? Help me, Lingfei.

She had never been afraid of death and didn't shed tears for many years, but at this time, she was really so afraid that she would die like this. She never had a chance to explain everything to Han Lingfei. Even if he didn't forgive herself, she didn't want to leave with regret. Tears slipped down Mo Rong's cheeks.

She knew she was crying, but the tears were so cold, even colder than her face, just like the Buddha was frozen in the ice and snow.

Lingfei, if there is an afterlife, I will never be born in such a family again. Revenge, hatred, what is left in my life except these! How I hope we can be like when we first met. If time can go back, I will marry you without hesitation and give birth to a group of our babies. I'm sorry, Lingfei, in fact, I was at that time The child I am pregnant with is not yours, so I will beat him. If it is yours, even if my father forces me again, I will insist on being born, because I love you!

Gradually, Mo Rong's consciousness became more and more blurred. In a trance, she saw Han Lingfei and saw him smiling towards her. He was calling "Rong Rong, Rong Rong..."

She closed her eyes heavily against the familiar sound.

The moment she closed her eyes, "creak -"

The heavy iron door made a rusty sound, slowly opened a crack, and a beam of light came in, gently shining on Mo Rong lying on the ground.

"She's probably going to die." a voice sounded at the door.

"Go and have a look and get her out. She has been in there for nearly eight hours. She should repent and let her go when she was on the verge of death." an old voice sounded.

"Yes," said the man who had just spoken. He took the lamp in his hand and went to Mo Rong. He squatted down and put his fingers gently in front of her nose. It took a while to detect that she still had a faint breath.

"She still has a breath," he said, holding the flashlight in his mouth, picked Mo Rong up and walked to the door.

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I'm sorry that Qing is too busy today and the update is late. Today's update is over. Tomorrow's Japanese grand finale will be written until the grand finale. Thank you for your support!