Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

He wanted to laugh, but when he thought of his current honor, he was afraid that his expression would be too weird and scare this middle-aged woman who was becoming more elegant and calm.
"Zhou Jing—" Ling Jiaye said, standing two steps away from Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing couldn't speak, so he moved his hands. It's a pity that he exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't raise his hand to touch the cheek that he had thought about for decades and felt guilty for decades.

Ling Jiaye paused, as if he had figured something out, moved closer to the hospital bed, grabbed Zhou Jing's hand, and asked him softly, "Are you feeling better?"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ling Jiaye wouldn't have believed that Zhou Jing, who was at the most attractive stage of a man, would be sick and skinny. [

No matter how ruthless Zhou Jing was to Ling Jiaye back then, Ling Jiaye couldn't feel any hatred towards Zhou Jing now.

What's more, looking back on that absurd and short marriage life back then, Ling Jiaye found that Zhou Jing was a badass before marriage, and on the day of the wedding, he was too angry to go home because of the black old man, but after that, he didn't treat Ling Jiaye too much. She was so harsh, even... At some special moments, Zhou Jing was very gentle to her.

It was those tenderness that made Ling Jiaye fall for him, and fell in love with this flirtatious, yet merciful playboy.

Maybe... they were too young back then, and they didn't know how to maintain that marriage that was on thin ice.

Zhou Jing listened to other people's slander, misunderstood that she had a good relationship with others, and it was wrong for Mo Xiangwan to give birth prematurely!

She stubbornly guarded her stubborn and pitiful dignity, didn't explain it to Zhou Jing properly, and instead sneered and provoked him with words, isn't it wrong?

In this way, it turns out that Zhou Jing drove her out of the house in a fit of rage, because the two of them were too impulsive and not rational enough.

I still remember that day, when Zhou Jing got drunk with people outside, he kicked open the door of Ling Jiaye's room when he came back.

As soon as Ling Jiaye put the child to sleep, he was exhausted and was about to take a bath when Zhou Jing barged in.

Ling Jiaye asked angrily, "What are you doing?" After finishing speaking, he smelled the smell of alcohol all over Zhou Jing's body, covered his nose and scolded lightly, "Drank so much wine again! You wouldn't have washed it downstairs first. Take a shower, come up again?"

Zhou Jing couldn't care less about these, he pointed at Ling Jiaye's nose and asked, "Whose child does it belong to?"

Ling Jiaye was confused by these words at that time.

Only then did she notice that something was wrong with Zhou Jing, not only his face was bloodshot, but even his usually flirtatious peach blossom eyes were now bloodshot, looking very scary.

Ling Jiaye subconsciously blocked the child.

Zhou Jing took Ling Jiaye's subtle movements and silence as the shock and fear of being exposed, and rushed forward with drunken anger, Zhou Jing raised his hand to slap Ling Jiaye.

But Zhou Jing, who was used to being flamboyant, stopped abruptly in mid-air when his slap almost fell on Ling Jiaye's face.

He clenched his fists annoyed, and violently smashed across the room. The loud noise woke up the child, and the sharp cry of the child who was less than three months old seemed to pour oil on Zhou Jingben's fierce anger. Zila blew up the man completely.

"Cry again—believe it or not, I'll throw you out of the upstairs?" The angry man with bloodshot eyes pointed at the child in Ling Jiaye's arms and shouted loudly.

Ling Jiaye was so frightened that he hugged the child and shrank into a ball. [