His Canary

Dong Ci said a lot on and off his shoulder, including how Zhao Qingqing threatened her, and the crazy words she said in prison.

For a time, remorse, self-blame, fear and sadness pressed her heart to dullness, she grasped Jing Rong's shirt tightly and wiped all the tears on his clothes.

Jing Rong behaved very quietly throughout the journey, so he put Dong Ci in his arms quietly, his thin lips slightly squeezed, he could not see the emotion. But his eyes were deep, like a black hole, with no light.

"I hate myself. If it were not for me, my mother would not wake up in the hospital until now."

Dong Ci thought that if he didn't go to Wang Ming's studio to work, or if he was threatened by Zhao Qingqing, he would call the police or even ask Jing Rong for help. Maybe everything would not be so bad.

It's just that there are not so many ifs in this world. Now it's too late to say anything. At the moment when Ci Ma pushes Dong Ci away, everything is a foregone conclusion.

"I wish I had seen the car first. I would rather replace my mother ..."

Jing Rong seemed to know what she was about to say, his eyes narrowed, and by pinching her chin, she lifted her small tearful face and interrupted her arrogantly. "Not allowed!"

Perhaps the environment in which he grew up is different from other children. Jingrong's temperament is more mature and extreme than his peers, and his emotions are also extremely weak.

The word ‘death’ used to be an understatement for him, but for him nowadays, it carries a lot of weight.

"As long as I am here, you must be alive." Jing Rong tightened her arms a lot.

Mommy is lying in the hospital and her life is dying. She can't wake up now. He knew Dong Ci was sad, but as far as he was concerned, he would not feel anything. Even some pathological thinking, without Ci Ma, Dong Ci can better belong to himself.

He did n’t think about letting Mommy disappear, even when she was hospitalized with depression, he thought about making her better.

Jing Rong knew he was not a good person, and never was. But he, a bad guy, was afraid that Dong Ci was sad, so he could do nothing.

Besides, it was the kind mother who rescued her.

Jing Rong could hardly imagine that if the person who was hit was Dong Ci instead of Ci Mom, what would he be like now.

His beloved girl can no longer hold him softly and coquettishly, and can no longer blink and complain at him ... Thinking of this, Jing Rong's breath suffocated, he would never allow this to happen!

"Zhao Qingqing died, Xiaoci, you don't have to be afraid." Jing Rong's eyelashes flickered slightly, covering the cold light under her eyes.

He leaned slightly to kiss the tears on her face one by one, and said lowly. "In a few days, an American team of experts will come to treat your mother."

"Relax, I will do my best to make your mother wake up."

He really hopes to make Ci Ma wake up, because he does not want his Xiao Ci to continue to be so sad. Moreover, he was obviously injured, but Dong Ci went to the hospital every day to accompany his mother, even after each return, she would be sad for a long time.

It's just that Momma's condition has been deteriorating. In the end, she didn't wait until the team of experts flying from the United States stopped breathing just a few days later.

When Jing Rong received this call, Dong Ci was already asleep.

"Xiao Ci, your mother can't quite tonight."

When Jing Rong woke her up and told her about it, the light in Dong Ci's eyes went out instantly.

She paled a lot in an instant, and pulled out an unsightly smile, and asked gently. "Arong, you are kidding me, right?"

"I'll take you to the hospital." Jing Rong avoided her sight and helped her put on her clothes.

"This joke is not funny at all, really."

Dong Ci blinked, and the hot tears in her eyes fell on the back of Jing Rong's hand as she lowered her head, and her skin was supposed to be burned. Jing Rong's movements stiffened, and she sighed and took her off the bed. Hug it.

"Did you really lie to me?"

"If you don't tell the truth anymore, I'm going to be angry."

"I am angry this time and I will never forgive you."

However, in fact, in Dong Ci's heart, Jing Rong's words had been believed, but she couldn't digest it and couldn't believe it.

When the two arrived at the hospital, the doctors had just pushed Chi Ma out of the operating room. Dong Ci asked Jing Rong to put herself down. She stared at the figure covered with white cloth in front of her, her legs softened, and she walked stubbornly against the wall.

"mom--"

Dong Ci called her softly, but in the corridor quietly, she could only hear her whimper.

She threw the white cloth tremblingly, and put her hand in the breathless room of the mother's heart, there was no trace of anger. Dong Ci shook his head and could no longer support his body, kneeling on the ground and crying.

How can it be?

Dong Ci couldn't believe why God refused to stay even with her last loved one.

Really cold.

Dong Ci touched Ci Ma's cold arm and felt like he was in the ice cave. At this time, Jing Rong hugged her tightly from behind, and he held her tightly, as if exerting the strength of his body, Le Dongci was hurt all over.

This is the time when she feels the least secure at this time. Jingrong's hug with pain just happens to warm her the most.

"Jing Rong, I only have you ..." The grief in my heart could not be vented. Dong Ci turned and hugged Jing Rong tightly.

She was trembling all over because she was too sad. However, at this moment, Jing Rong put her wrist to her lips, and Dong Ci bit it up without thinking.

An unspeakable hate spread in her heart. She hated herself for no use, hated Zhao Qingqing for killing her mother, and even hated the world.

The feeling of anger and helplessness nearly crushed her, so she bit his wrist fiercely, and when she tasted the **** smell between her lips and teeth, her violent anger finally pressed down a lot.

"Xiaoci, don't be afraid."

Even though his wrists were bleeding, Jing Rong was paler than his face, and his face was still soft.

He allowed Dong Ci to bite himself, wrapped her arms around her waist tightly in his arms, his heart close to it, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I will not leave you, I will always be by your side."

"We ... will never be separated."

This sentence was like a curse, echoed in Dong Ci's mind again and again, the strength under her mouth finally reduced a lot, and then her eyes were black, and she fainted directly in Jing Rong's arms.

After Ci Ma died, Dong Ci was also sick.

She was unconscious for several days in a row, and she had a high fever. A doctor appeared in Jingzhai every day, and the whole house was covered with a depressed atmosphere.

During this period, Jing Rong refused anyone's visit. He moved all his work to Jing Zhai. In addition to his work, he took care of Dong Ci every day. The darkness in his eyes became thicker and thicker, which made him come every day Jiang Ming of the document was trembling.

"I advise you not to bother me!"

Jiang Ming just knocked on Jing Rong's study room that day and saw that his young master violently cut off the video call from Mr. Jing.

The light in the study room was a bit dim. Jing Rong was wearing a solid black suit and his face was pale and thin with red lips. When he looked coldly at Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming almost knelt down.

"Problems?"

If Jing Rong once covered up all his anger, then since Dong Ci became ill, he would never control himself again. The cold breath of his body made the whole room without a trace of anger, making people afraid to approach.

"This is a few projects that the company has talked about recently. Because it involves a lot of capital, so ..."

"Take it away."

Jing Rong's icy voice scared Jiang Ming's mouth shut for a moment, and he was holding a few planning cases and neither holding nor holding it, which was very helpless.

He glanced at the scene standing behind the desk and found a dagger on the table not far from him. The knife handle is carved with complicated and complicated patterns, and the color is dark, very retro.

Jiang Ming watched Jing Rong lift the dagger, and then played casually in his hands. He boldly raised his head to look at Jing Rong's face, who knew that Jing Rong found him immediately.

"What are you looking at?" Jing Rong smiled thinly and his voice was soft and cool.

His slender fingertips slowly swept along the tip of the blade. This is a very sharp knife. As he turned the blade, it emitted a dazzling cold light, which was printed in the black eyes of Jingrong's squinting, demon evil evil. .

"these projects……"

"Let them watch."

A little carelessly, the sharp tip cut through Jing Rong's fingertips, and the cool white dagger was splashed with a few gorgeous blood flowers, which was very dazzling.

Jiang Ming's hands hurt when he looked at it, but Jing Rong didn't look as if he couldn't feel the pain. He didn't look at the wounds on his hands. He threw **** on the table with a dagger in his hand, and the blade stood straight On the table.

"Starting today, as long as the company does not close down, don't come over to bother me."

"..." Jiang Ming stared at the dagger stupidly, and he was slobbered in fright.

Needless to say, even if it was to save his life, he would not dare to provoke him again if he was killed.

...

When Dong Ci's health improved, it was already two weeks later.

After this toss, her body was more delicate than before, her small face was quickly thin, her eyes were big, but she was not angry.

"Xiaoci, don't look at me like this."

As soon as she finished taking the medicine, Jing Rong raised her eyes and saw her fragile, helpless sight. Jing Rong sighed slightly and couldn't bear to look at her eyes.

"I'm just a little cold." Dong Ci took off his hand and leaned into his arms, curling the quilt.

Seeing Jingrong just stared at herself without blinking her eyes, she stretched out her fingertips and pulled his sleeve and said quietly. "You hug me."

With the recovery of her body, she gradually walked out of the shadow that Ci Ma left, but only became particularly sticky, and liked to let Jing Rong hug her.

Today, she is just like a little milk cat just born, tender and tender, inseparable from people,

"Is it still cold?"

Jing Rong frowned slightly when she picked her up. She was too light, and she didn't weigh much. She was like a paper doll at this time. Jing Rongsheng was afraid that if she tried hard, she would be able to hold her back.

"It's not cold anymore." Dong Ci yawned, rubbed his chest with his face, and closed his eyes softly. "You're going to hold me to sleep."

Jing Rong's eyes flashed with a touch of tenderness, and he smiled, "Okay."

When the two married, Jing Rong discovered that she had poor sleep quality and was easily awakened. So he often lighted some tranquilizers in the room to help her sleep, but this was of no use, and even in the later period, she began to insomnia often.

The girl in her arms was asleep, with a hint of warmth in her breath, and itchy and comfortable spraying on his chest. Since this illness is good, her insomnia seems to be better and she can easily fall asleep.

Jing Rong touched her small sharp face, and her fingertips moved downstream along her cheeks. Her skin was soft and warm, and her good handfeeling was unreasonable.

This is his little kindness, only his little kindness.

Jing Rong's palm lightly held her slender wrist in her palm, and he pondered for a moment, thinking that it was time to give his wife a good body.

"..."

When Dong Ci's body completely recovered, it was already a few days later. She was suffocated at home, and finally said that Jingjing Rong let herself go to work.

"Eat breakfast."

Jing Rong sat beside her, put the hot milk to her mouth, and patted her back gently. "Open your mouth."

"I……"

Before Dong Ci's words were spoken, Jing Rong poured in a sip of milk. She stared at him complainingly, and finally could only drink the milk along him.

"I really can't eat anymore, you can let me go." Since she was ill, Jing Rong will force her to eat a lot every day. What she is most afraid of now is that Jing Rong is sitting next to her at dinner .

"Really full?"

Jing Rong put her hand on her belly and touched it, then nodded and took her coat to help her put it on. "Go, I will send you to work."

"..." Dong Ci finally relieved.

Somehow, she always feels that Jing Rong seems to be raising her as a pig.

...

Dong Ci was finally able to go back to work. She was embarrassed when she went to the office to find Wang Ming for vacation.

She had been on leave for almost a month. Fortunately, Wang Ming was a person in Jingrong. Otherwise, she would have to resign and leave.

"You're just ill, just follow me for a while, and I won't arrange a separate job for you." With a delicate body like Dong Ci, Wang Ming is really afraid that she will get tired from her studio It's not easy to get sick and explain to someone.

"Good." She didn't understand Wang Ming's thoughts.

In her view, although it is not possible to design clothes by yourself these days, it is also a good thing to be able to follow Wang Mingqian. After all, he is a professional designer. Dong Ci knows that he can learn a lot of useful things by following him.

Later, Dong Ci gradually discovered that she came to this studio to study with Wang Ming rather than to work.

Although Mommy had left, she had promised that Mommy still had to finish things.

Not only did she have to complete the regrets that Ci Da had in the past, but she also had to help Ci Ma reopen the restaurant. Except for Jing Rong, these are all her motivations today. Whenever he thinks of these things, Dong Ci is motivated.

"Dong Ci, this is the lunch Mr. Jing asked me to bring you."

At first, the two said yes, he would not interfere with her work, but while she was at work, she still controlled her three meals.

Dong Ci embarrassedly took the lunch box that Wang Ming gave her, and whispered thank you.

"Oh, right."

She just put the lunch box aside, and Wang Ming, who had already stepped out, retracted another foot. He seemed to think of something, coughing, and said lightly. "Mr. Jing asked you to eat while it was hot, um ... eat all."

He coughed again, as if he wanted to cover up some embarrassment, but his voice was very relaxed, but it was extremely strange with his paralyzed face. "If he says you ca n’t finish eating, he will come and stare at you tomorrow,"

Dong Ci: "..."

...

It was already deep winter, and as the New Year approached, a heavy snow fluttered.

The genius was just dawning, and the whole city was covered with snow. Jing Rong glanced out the window and walked to the bed to touch the little wife who was sleeping in the bed, but she slapped it.

"What are you doing,"

Dong Ci was on vacation today, but he was able to sleep late, but was forced to wake up by Jing Rong holding his nose.

"Don't you like snow?"

Jing Rong even took the quilt from the bed and picked him up. He took her to the window and opened the curtains. What was in sight was white snow.

"Wow--" Dong Ci's eyes flashed in shock.

When Jingrong lived by herself, the house was gorgeous but cold and lifeless, until Dong Ci became the hostess here, she changed it bit by bit from her life, from inside to outside. The shares are warm.

The courtyard downstairs was repaired by Dong Ci for a long time, and later Jing Rong built a pool for her. Looking down from the window now, the whole garden is like a fairyland, the ground is spotless and there are no footprints.

"Does it look good?"

Seeing Dong Ci happy, Jing Rong's mood naturally improved. He leaned over and pecked at her face, tempting / coaxing with a smile. "Do you want to go out and see?"

Dong Ci was completely sleepless at this time, she nodded cleverly, and smiled softly around Jing Rong's neck. "Don't you go to the company today?"