She remembered that he admitted at that time that he was not good to his woman at all.
Such a quiet man who has a trace of kindness towards a woman like himself who has no interest in him can't treat his own woman well, let alone the murderous Jing Mohao.
The most painful and terrifying thing about many things is not that you can't remember them, but that you simply can't forget them.
If you can’t forget, there’s no way to start over.
Indifference, cliff, handcuffs Nightmares flash before my eyes like a cycle, lingering Jian Qing went out and as soon as he reached the stairs, he caught a glimpse of the figure who was about to turn around at the door.
He couldn't help but smile, "Hao, can't you help it?"
Jing Mohao's fists froze slightly, then he put both pumps into his pocket, walked to the sofa and sat down gracefully, glanced at him and said, "You have nothing to do now."
"That's right.
You came just in time.
Your Luo Xi is hungry.
Go and give her something to eat."
Jian Qing asked as if he was teasing, and she had no hope for his answer at all.
She was still facing the direction of the kitchen, ready to go in at any time.
Unexpectedly, the man who had just been sitting on the sofa suddenly moved, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Jian Qing grabbed him and said in surprise, "Damn it, you can cook, right?"
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows at him, "I don't know how to learn."
"I'll leave it to you."
Jian Qing simply let go of his hand and walked to the sofa to sit down for some leisure time.
Jing Mohao stopped at the door and said, "I will send it to her when it's ready, so you don't have to worry about it."
Jian Qing was slightly stunned.
How unpopular I am, let him leave that alone, and let him leave alone this.
He still manages this noisy matter.
"Hao, it's only been less than two days, you can't be so opportunistic.
And let me tell you, Luo Xi was just about to go on a hunger strike, but I finally persuaded her to come back.
You'd better not provoke her at this time."
Listening to his simple narration, Jing Mohao seemed to have seen with his own eyes the determination and calmness of the woman's generous death.
There seemed to be meteorites falling in his eyes, creating deep holes after the collision.
His eyelids twitched slightly, he took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the table, "Then bring this to her."
Jian Qing took the photo.
The color was not bright enough.
It was not only because it was too old or had been stored for too long, but it had a faint yellow color.
However, it could be vaguely seen that the little girl in the photo already had the beauty of Luoxi today. appearance, as for the little boy next to him Could it be Luoxi’s childhood sweetheart?
Could it be that Jing Mohao has been fed the progeria reagent?
However, this little boy is obviously a head shorter than Luo Xi.
Even if the boy develops late, he can't be so different.
When Jing Mohao saw this photo, he was so angry that he burned it immediately.
He even asked him to show it to Luo Xi.
He was trying to force Luo Xi to die.
Jian Qing glanced at the little boy in the photo with pity, then glanced at the grown man next to her with pity, thinking about how to speak.
But Jing Mohao could see the look in his eyes like a stray dog at a glance, and immediately knew how deep this guy's mind had been.
With a twitch of his fingers, he thrust the photo into Jian Qing's hand, "Don't just give it to others if it's nothing."
Get an operation and take the time to mend the hole in your head.”
After saying that, he gave Jian Qing a meaningful look and walked towards the kitchen.
Jian Qing stared at his back, which was as cold as ever, and rubbed the back of his head
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