The CEO's ex-wife

Chapter 594 Forgive "Is it better?" Jing Tong carefully came to Zhuo Baijun, sat on the edge of the bed, watched him lying on the bed with a slightly ugly face, and closed his eyes, as if everything was under his nose , she looked at him like this, and said quietly again: "I'll go down and make you some hangover soup..."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to stand up... One slightly held her wrist, and she slowly turned her head...

Zhuo Bojun still closed his eyes, lying on the bed, still holding her wrist, his mother finger gently rubbing the tender skin on her tender wrist, as if a deep dependence.

Jingtong lowered her body with a smile, held his hand behind her back, carefully placed it in the bedding, and then said softly: "You sleep well, I'll come back when I go..."

Zhuo Bojun closed his eyes and remained silent.

Jing Tong glanced at him again before turning and leaving.

Zhuo Baijun's face was pressed against the snow-white pillow, and a drop of tear lightly leaked out.

Jingtong walked downstairs without any expression in her eyes, knowing that there were guns aimed at her in different directions, she walked into the kitchen without changing her face, and heard the anxiety of Ren Qingfeng flying over here in her ears The voice said: "Jingtong!! Your identity has been revealed!! Hurry up! Don't make sacrifices like this! Hurry!! Go!! Our people still have an hour to arrive, and the surveillance over there has already identified them. In this position, there are enough three batters to kill you!"

Jingtong picked up a small stainless steel pot, filled it with water, washed it for a while, then filled it with water again, put it on the stove, and set it on fire. She took out a glass bottle with ginseng slices in it from the kitchen cabinet, picked up the white porcelain, carefully spooned some ginseng slices, and put them in the boiling hot water...

In the darkness, the dormant man, holding a silencer rifle, stood at the other end of the woods, looking through the glass window of the kitchen, looking at Jingtong still standing there calmly, making ginseng tea, There was a slight smile in his cold eyes, his index finger was placed on the trigger, and he aimed at the direction of her forehead...

The phone rang at this moment.

Zhuo Bojun took a heavy breath with a hint of drunkenness, stretched out his hand and grabbed the mobile phone on the small bedside cabinet, pressed it, and responded weakly: "Hello..."

"You can't do it, I'll do it for you, I want that girl to die before she knows it!" Shen Yulu's vicious voice came!

As soon as Zhuo Baijun opened his eyes, he immediately heard a bang downstairs, and Jingtong's screams came horribly. He waved his mobile phone away with a big hand, and ran downstairs quickly, his eyes were red, and he took three steps at a time. Jumped down the stairs, rushed into the living room, ran to the living room, choked up and shouted: "Jingtong———"

Jing Tong stood in front of the kitchen cabinet in a daze, holding his scalded hand, turned his head and looked at Zhuo Baijun with tears in his eyes, looking at him with a cry of soul.

Zhuo Bojun stood there, watching with tears in his eyes that she was still fine, his heart suddenly soured, he strode over nervously, held her shoulders tightly, turned her body, and turned his back to the kitchen Looking down at the window, she lowered her head, held her little hand calmly, and said distressedly: "What's the matter with you? Why did you burn your hand?"

Jingtong lowered his head, tearing down one by one, sobbing in pain, "What are you doing down here? Aren't you feeling sick? I'm fine, it's just that my hands are burned..."

Zhuo Bojun gritted his teeth, trembling tears flowed from his resolute eyes, he just took her little hand lightly, put it on his lips, and blew gently, the tears dripped on the back of the hot red hand, and he choked up Say: "I don't want to see you get hurt, I just want to love you well...whether you have done something wrong or not, I just want to love you well..."

Jingtong pursed her lips tightly, tears continued to roll down, and let him hold her little hand, but didn't dare to look at him again.

Zhuo Bojun didn't look at her either, just hugged her body distressedly, and walked out of the kitchen step by step, Jingtong just looked at this man in tears, his eyes were firmer than anyone else tonight, no matter how fierce her heart was, As soon as the ground hurt, he buried his head between his necks, let him carry him up the stairs, then walked into the room, carefully placed himself on the mattress, and silently came to the French window, opened the The window in front of her was closed again, and the heavy white curtains were pulled back.

Jingtong just half-lyed on the bed, looking at him quietly.

Zhuo Bojun turned around, came to a small cabinet in the room, took out the medicine box, took out the burn ointment and cotton swabs from it, came to the bed again, sat down, and carefully raised Jingtong's wrist Seeing the huge redness and swelling on her wound, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, so she picked up a cotton swab, squeezed out a little ointment, and carefully wiped the burned skin for her, then said softly: "I don't know if it will hurt or not." Will it leave a scar?"

Jing Tong said with a smile: "If you stay, you can stay..."

"It's not pretty...I don't like your scars..." Zhuo Baijun applied it carefully, then lowered his head, and gently blew on the burnt area, asking: "Does it still hurt?"

Jing Tong shook her head, just looked at the man in front of her, with a pair of charming eyes, after removing all the weapons, she simply flashed the eyes of ordinary people, she leaned forward, looked at his twinkling star eyes slightly and said: " Director...we are in China, how about we give your mother a standing tombstone? We go to worship her every year on her birthday, death anniversary, and festivals. Do you think it's good...we must find a cemetery with cherry blossoms, I I must accompany you every year, cook something she likes to eat, and wait in front of her grave... okay?"

Zhuo Bojun smiled moved, lowered his head silently, blew the wound lightly, then raised his head again, looked at Jingtong, asked with tears streaming down his face, "Does it still hurt?"

Jing Tong also laughed, tears rolled down, and shook his head.

On the pale window, just like this, two people are reflected, two souls are reflected, overlapping each other, cherishing each other, occasionally through the glass mirror, you can see two people sitting quietly facing each other, and sometimes, you lift up Started, looked at each other, smiled slightly.

Tonight, they were all crying, but they didn't ask each other why they were crying. Some forgiveness sank in the bottom of their souls. That's it. For you, for me, for love, we all chose silence... Silence... Silence... …

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