At that time, Jiang Zimo thought that she was just dissatisfied with her husband's neglect, but who would have thought that what Madam Murong resented was actually her husband's unfaithful relationship with her sister.
It seemed that Murong Qingzhen had hidden something from him about his father's condition. Thinking of this, Jiang Zimo suddenly became a little angry.
It was also at this time that she realized how difficult it was to ask someone to be 100% sincere.
She took off her headphones irritably and was leaning on the bedside, thinking, when suddenly, someone quietly opened the door and walked in.
She glanced at it, shook her head and said, "Bai Yanbing, sometimes I really wonder what you do. You said that with your skills, it would be a pity not to be a thief."
There was only one wall lamp turned on in the room, and the light was a bit dark and ambiguous. Bai Yanbing's face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression on his face could not be clearly seen.
I just heard him sneer and reply: "You are right, I am the number one flower picker in the world."
Jiang Zimo had something on his mind, so he just laughed when he heard the words and didn't take the opportunity to stick to him like usual. Then the more the two of them talked, the more nonsense they got.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Bai Yanbing quickly stopped smiling. He lay down next to her, hugged her into his arms, and asked, "Are you worried about your father again?"
"Well, Yan Bing, I'm so scared."
Her long hair covered her sad little face, and she rubbed her head into his arms.
Bai Yanbing also had something on his mind, so the two of them cuddled together quietly without speaking.
Just when Bai Yanbing thought she had fallen asleep, Jiang Zimo suddenly sighed quietly. In the darkness, he felt her soft lips brushing his lips.
"Yan Bing, will you lie to me?"
He was startled, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. However, when he felt the loneliness and helplessness coming from the delicate body in his arms, he could only respond: "Fool, of course I won't."
Even if he could, it would be helpless.
Jiang Zimo smiled, she put her arms around his neck, and said softly: "Yan Bing, would you like to sleep with me tonight? I'm so tired now."
He nodded, hugged her tighter and tucked her into bed, and both of them heard the howling of the cold wind coming from outside the window.
"Sleep, baby, I will protect you well."
"Yan Bing, you must always stay with me and never leave me."
"Yes, I will." He hugged her body and watched her fall into sleep quietly, but he kept his eyes open in the darkness, countless thoughts passing by like bubbles, but none of them came to him.
Can't catch it.
He didn't want to deceive her again, but... now that the matter had come to this, what could he do?
Tell her everything honestly? Tell her that because you fell in love with her, you decided to terminate all so-called plans?
No... Now she is as shocked as a giant, how can she bear any stimulation?
He knew that beneath her strong appearance, she had always had a fragile and paranoid soul.
In the end... what should I do? How can I minimize the harm to her?
Azi, what should I do to you?
The night is as dark as ink, deep and boundless.
With a shiver, Jiang Zimo opened her big eyes in the darkness, and she found that she was woken up in a cold sweat. Since graduating from college, she has rarely had nightmares. Over the years, she has been telling herself to be strong.
, don’t be afraid, she will take revenge on everyone who has hurt her... But tonight, she had a nightmare again...