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

The time solidified in an instant, and both of them were deadlocked there. Jingjiajia's fluctuating mood gradually returned to normal. She gently opened her mouth, took a look at zhe Hangmin, then lowered her head, pulled the quilt over her body, and the voice was very low, "I'm sorry, I had a nightmare."

The nightmare that had plagued her for eight years, she knew it was coming to an end. Anyway, it was a life experience.

Zhe Hangmin frowned slightly, walked forward, trimmed Jing Jiajia's hair scattered on his forehead, and whispered, "it's all right, go to sleep."

Although she really frightened him just now, he didn't know what to say to her now. There was a faint uneasiness in his heart, which made him very afraid.

Jingjiajia glanced at zhe Hangmin and nodded. Suddenly he was a little stunned. Is he going out so late?

Zhe Hangmin smiled and seemed to see the doubt in her eyes. He looked down at himself. "I just went out and came back to see you like this."

"Oh." Jingjia nodded and lay down again. Did he go out? What did you do?

"Do you often have nightmares?" zhe Hangmin took off his coat and remained in his chair. He asked casually, but I don't know why. When he asked this sentence, his heart was speechless, as if her nightmares were related to her.

How can you have this strange feeling?

He frowned in disgust to resist this inexplicable emotion.

Jingjiajia didn't answer him immediately, but habitually looked at the time. She glanced at the watch on the bedside table at 3:30 a.m., which showed that she woke up at 3:15 a.m. again. This time has been fixed in her heart. Every time she wakes up from a nightmare, it is always this time.

She is most afraid of this time. If she can, I really hope it won't come.

Zhe Hangmin sat at the head of the bed and looked at Jing Jiajia, as if waiting for her answer.

"Well." jingjiajia turned his face and nodded, "and every time he woke up at a quarter past three." jingjiajia said and looked at his watch again.

Zhe Hangmin glanced at the watch on the table. It was 3:35. Calculate the time. She woke up just now. It was almost the time she said. It was 3:15. Why did he feel familiar at this time?

"Jia Jia..." zhe Hangmin shouted.

Jingjia turned her face, "huh?"

"Do you hate me?"

The sentence "do you hate me" made Jing Jiajia's heart suddenly wet. For so many years, she hated, hurt and complained, but she also loved. Although the love was short and was found after she lost her inflammatory law, she no longer hated, hurt and complained, because people who have experienced a death know how to live and the meaning of living.

Jingjiajia smiled slightly, pulled up the quilt and sat up, "You said that every woman never forgets her first man, and I am the woman. Although I have hated, hurt and complained, I have also loved. People who pass by on the edge of death will no longer hate anything. Pain also forgets the feeling. What's the use of complaining. Love has disappeared forever with the person's departure. You say -" Jingjiajia looked at zhe Hangmin and youyou said, "do I still hate you?"

Zhe Hangmin really didn't expect jingjiajia to answer him like this, and he didn't know that the woman he tried his best to get his hand made him have an impulse to hold her in his arms, hold her tightly and take good care of her. Although the first unexpected encounter was a bit absurd, he didn't regret it at that time and doesn't regret it now.

"You should hate me. If it weren't for me, you shouldn't be like this now?"

Zhe Hangmin whispered, took off his coat and sat on the bed. He took Jing Jiajia into his arms, pulled the quilt over them, and put his hands on Jing Jiajia's slender waist.

Jingjiajia looked at the window. The pattering rain hit the glass. It sounded so beautiful. She liked to bring some sadness when it rained, but it could make her very quiet.

"Why should I hate?" jingjiajia said leisurely. The tone was so light. The Buddha once didn't happen. Then she whispered, "how to live is a day. Now I live for my relatives and myself. If I don't know how to love myself, how can I love the people I love?"

Zhe Hangmin gently put his chin on Jing Jiajia's shoulder and closed his eyes. Her words made him a little ashamed and ashamed. Suddenly he felt that he was not just mean and dirty.

But sometimes people are like this. Once they move their hearts, they are like moths to the fire, and they are not afraid to break into pieces.

"Jiajia, I ask you something, and you answer me truthfully." when he said this, he was nervous, his heart beat fast, and his voice trembled.

Jingjiajia originally wanted to twist her face, because his voice made her feel a little different, but finally she chose to still look out of the window. Even if he hadn't said it, she guessed something vaguely.

A faint perfume on her body made her smell comfortable, and she seldom love perfume, but it made her feel at ease.

After a while, Jingjia said, "come on, what's the matter?"

"You..." zhe Hangmin hesitated and hesitated before he said it. When he said it, his eyes closed subconsciously. He was very nervous, "have you ever had a child?"

Jingjiajia's heart was stunned. She met him again. No, it can be said that she considered it a long time ago. If she met him one day a few years later, he would know that she had given birth to a child and would ask where the child is now. Therefore, when things were really what jingjiajia thought, she was a little lucky, Fortunately, I have considered it carefully.

She was silent for a while, which made him more uneasy. He looked forward to the answer, but he was afraid.

"Answer me." zhe Hangmin quickly opened his eyes, turned his face and looked at Jing Jiajia. However, except that her face was still as calm as before, he didn't find any difference. Did he investigate the problem?

For a long time, jingjiajia nodded and answered firmly, "yes." some things can't be hidden, but they will be more obvious. It's better to confess to him, but sometimes confession is another kind of cover up.

Zhe Hangmin felt that his heart was about to jump out. He repressed his excitement at this time, raised his head, straightened up and asked, "is that mine?"

Although he knew it must be his own, he still wanted to hear her tell him the answer.

Jingjiajia chuckled and looked puzzled. "Why do you ask?"

Zhe Hangmin's heart trembled suddenly, and his tone changed abruptly, "do you really have other men besides me?" but how does this tone sound like a different meaning.

However, jingjiajia didn't hear the tone of zhe Hangmin's words twice. She calmly replied, "every woman can't live in one, let alone her first man is not the one she loves, but the one who strengthens her."

"You just need to answer me if he is my child?" he just wants to hear her answer. It doesn't matter whether the child is his or not.

Jingjiajia was silent, her eyes were silent, and no one could guess what she was thinking at this time.

Zhe Hangmin's heart is tight. If he has a heart attack, he may be scared to death by her now.

"Gaga, is it my child?"

Jingjiajia raised her eyes, and the expression on her face was still light. It took a long time to open her lips and answer a word, "yes."

Zhe Hangmin was stunned for a long time before he recovered. Although this was what he expected, he was so excited that he didn't know how to react.

For a while, his hand holding jingjiajia in his arms obviously trembled, "so... Where is he now?"

"I don't know. I threw him away without even looking at whether he was a boy or a girl."

Jingjia's indifferent expression undoubtedly angered the man behind him. After hearing her answer, he suddenly pushed him away and stared at his angry eyes, like an angry lion. It looked terrible, as if he was going to tear her up and eat her.

Jingjiajia got up from bed and sat up. She could no longer be calm and indifferent. She shouted hysterically to zhe Hangmin, "Why should I keep him? You give me a reason, you give me! That terrible nightmare has haunted me for eight years. Should I keep your child facing him all day, and when he grows up, ask me how he came, who his father is, where he is, and how should I answer him? You say? How do you say I answer him? I only know his father's name is zhe Hangmin I don't know anything, I don't know anything! "

Tears fell down jingjiajia's cheeks. The grievances, anger and pain squeezed in her heart for too long came like rolling waves, almost killing her!

Zhe Hangmin was also a little stunned. He leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the woman who roared at her. He was flustered and helpless. He didn't know what to do. He really didn't think of these.