Night, silent.
On the way back, Bo Jing resigned without following anyone.
He walked to her room alone. They had never lived in the same room since they got married.
She didn't know him well at first, so she planned to live a good life with him and run a family.
But when she got to know him, she realized that beneath his cold appearance was an almost perverted possessiveness.
She couldn't bear it, and she was forced to die in exchange for the solitude in this room, which could give her a breather.
But she knew that this man would quietly climb into bed every night after she fell asleep, and would do nothing but simply hold her, and go back when it was almost dawn.
It's like nothing happened.
But at this moment, the man looked haggard, with his head lowered, as if he had lost all strength, and he walked dully towards her bed.
Then, he stopped at the head of the bed.
There was her only photo, which was taken by her best friend Qiqi on her birthday when she turned eighteen. In the photo, she had a dimple-like smile, showing a slight smile, with the pear dimples looming at the corners of her mouth.
Facing the camera, she seemed a little shy, but her eyes were bright.
Song Jingmian saw Bo Jingci holding the photo frame in her arms tremblingly, and raised his hand to touch her face.
Then, he lowered his head, his eyes showing deep fascination and piety, and kissed the girl in the photo.
Bo Jingci murmured in a hoarse voice: "Mianmian..."
He held her like this for an unknown amount of time before he took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket.
Then without any hesitation, he raised his head and drank.
His throat rolled slightly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and flowed down his neck, poignant and absolute.
After a moment, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he laughed, but his voice revealed extreme distress.
"Mianmian...it turns out you are in so much pain..."
When the poison takes effect, it is allowed to invade the limbs, bones, internal organs, and rot to death.
When he learned from the accomplice what this so-called sister had done to her, his chest couldn't stop throbbing. That was the girl he held in his palm, and he didn't even dare to touch a hair of hers. , how dare those people? !
It seems that now that I can feel her pain, I can get closer to her.
But his expression remained unchanged, as if he felt no pain.
He endured the stinging pain in his hands, tremblingly took out her jade pendant from his pocket, wrapped it tightly in his hands, and looked at her photo again.
Then he smiled, looking at her in the sunny photo, he smiled extremely lovingly, as if the iceberg was melting, and his eyebrows stretched.
"Mianmian...I'm here to accompany you..."
After saying that, he lay quietly on her bed, holding her photo and jade pendant tightly in his arms.
He didn't seem to be in much pain, and the corners of his mouth kept curling up.
"don't want!"
Song Jingmian's eyes widened and she stared blankly at everything in front of her. She never expected that what he just drank was poison!
The moment she watched him fall, Song Jingmian's heart suddenly stagnated. Inexplicable pain swept through her, her whole body trembled, and her heart throbbed.
Only then did she seem to understand that in the past three years, she seemed to have fallen in love with him unknowingly.
When she was in danger countless times, he was always the first to come to her; when she was bullied while filming, he always stood up for her; or when she was sick, even if the company was busy, he would always be the first When the time comes and I take care of her day and night...
But she completely denied all of this because he was too possessive.
I have been deceiving myself and others by not following my truest thoughts.
And the moment he closed his eyes, she felt as if her soul was about to disperse.
As her vision blurred, she smiled bitterly.
"If there is a next life, I will definitely try to accept you, love you, and never run away or avoid you."
——
"Well."
The lights above her head were dazzling, and when Song Jingmian woke up, she was staring blankly at the shining lights.
Aunt Liu, who had been taking care of her in the villa all year round, finally felt relieved when her wife finally woke up, her eyebrows were filled with smiles, and her wrinkles became more numerous.
Aunt Liu is a live treasure and a talkative person. When she saw that she was awake, she immediately stood up and cheered: "Hey! My wife is awake!"
Hearing Aunt Liu's familiar voice, Song Jingmian frowned, tilted her head and stared at Aunt Liu carefully: "Aunt Liu."
"Are you going to hell too?"
Aunt Liu: "...?!"
Aunt Liu's pupils were shaking: "Madam, are you taking the bamboo shoots?!"
Then Aunt Liu glanced at Song Jingmian with a strange expression, and kept murmuring: "It's broken."
"You won't be burned to death, right?"
Song Jingmian: "..."
Aunt Liu muttered, before covering her with a quilt, she stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of her forehead.
"It's not burning..."
Aunt Liu raised her eyes and looked at her: "Then why are you so stupid?"
Song Jingmian: "..."
When her consciousness was chaotic, she shook her head and realized something. She immediately grabbed Aunt Liu's hand: "Aunt Liu!"
"What year is it now?"
Aunt Liu narrowed her eyes slightly, "Madam, it is now 5:20:38 in the afternoon on July 11, 20XX."
Song Jingmian's lips twitched: "..." It doesn't have to be so precise.
In 20XX, wasn't that three years ago when they first got married? !
Could she really be reborn? !
Huge joy rushed over her face, and Song Jingmian grinned.
Really reborn!
She still has time!
"Aunt Liu... where is Bo Jingci?" She was so excited that she almost jumped up.
Aunt Liu was afraid that she would fall and said quickly: "Hey, Mr. Jing's little ancestor, please slow down. If she falls, Mr. Jing will be blamed."
She was still immersed in great joy and did not hear the ridicule, but turned around and asked again after a while.
"Where is he? Aunt Liu, tell me quickly!" She was a little anxious.
Aunt Liu smiled happily when she saw her wife's eager look.
This was the first time she saw her wife caring so much about the young master.
So she immediately said: "We are having a meeting in the study... Hey! Madam, what are you doing? Slow down!"
The only response she received was the sound of footsteps.
Aunt Liu sighed imperceptibly: "Young people can run fast."
——
"Well, this project is indeed a bit tricky, but since I'll leave it to you..."
"Bo Jingci!"
Everyone who was in the video conference looked extremely serious. The big boss didn't dare to fish in the meeting, so when an extremely soft female voice came, they all pricked up their ears.
The man sitting in the study suddenly looked back when he heard this.
Song Jingmian was still standing outside the door. When she met Bo Jingci's gaze, her eyes suddenly turned red.
She remembered that day when he collapsed beside her bed, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but smiling.
So without thinking, she immediately ran to him, sat directly on his lap, and then reached out to protect his neck.
Bo Jingci paused.
But he was afraid that she would not be able to sit firmly, so he weakly hugged her with his left hand and clasped it around her waist.
On the computer, the senior executives who watched this scene silently took a breath of cold air.
Dig knock, super chicken...
Voices came from the computer one after another. Bo Jingci raised his eyes and stared, then immediately stretched out his free right hand to cover the computer.
A cold voice sounded, and his tone was unmistakable: "The meeting is dismissed."
Senior executives: "...?!"
Are we just a part of your play?
After the study became quiet, inexplicable embarrassment swept over him.
Song Jingmian was speechless, it was over, he was impulsive and got into trouble.
But why did she take the initiative to throw herself into her arms, but someone didn't make any move?
Silly?
Then she finally raised her quail head and looked at him.
The man was also staring at her, his eyes deep.
What's going on with her today? She's so proactive?
Before he could figure it out, he suddenly saw her bare feet, frowned, and a helpless thought came to his mind.
"Why don't you wear shoes?"
Finally hearing his voice again, Song
Song Jingmian smiled, her eyes brightened slightly, she lowered her head and rubbed his shoulder in a rare coquettish way.
"I want you to help me put it on."
