hello cold husband

Chapter 686 Don't Make Me Think You're Disgusting
This game of chess, Deng Jiaru and Mr. Yun lasted for two hours, until the end of the match, they were talking about the chess game, not Yun Qing.

"You made me an old man again." Old Master Yun looked at the chess game for a long while, and frowned slightly. In fact, Deng Jiaru had another way to play the last move, which was to block his last way of survival.

But Mr. Yun knew that Deng Jiaru had always been modest.He had to admit that he was old, remembering that when Deng Jiaru had just entered Yun's house, he didn't know anything about go or chess.At that time, the old house of the Yun family was still the same, they sat under the old pavilion, he taught her to play every kind of chess, and she knew everything.

At that time, Deng Jiaru was a fast-paced, vigorous and resolute girl.

Aside from playing chess, he would never ask him shyly why this Yun Qing is always like a log and doesn't accept her favor?
At that time, she had Yun Qing in her heart.

Master Yun knew about it.

But now, Deng Jiaru's determination is so obvious.

Although the old man still hopes that she and Yun Qing will get back together, his heart is always towards Deng Jiaru.

So this chess game usually lasted two hours, and he never mentioned Yun Qing again.

When Deng Jiaru looked up again, it was already dark by the window.

The wind in early summer brushes gently over the cheeks, which is a pleasant feeling.

"Dad!" Deng Jiaru smiled, "I have to go to Qiao Qiao's place tomorrow morning, so I won't accompany you."

"Go back and rest earlier." Old Master Yun nodded, "Since you have Three Treasures, you have worked very hard."

"It's quite happy." Deng Jiaru corrected, "It's not very hard."

The old man smiled again, and Deng Jiaru told him to go to bed earlier, then turned around.

"Jiaru." Deng Jiaru had just taken a step, when the old man's comforting voice came from behind him, so he stopped slightly, "Dad, don't say it, I know what you want to say. Yunqing and I, there is no possibility. But as I said, I will always be the daughter-in-law of the Yun family."

Behind him, Old Master Yun let out a long sigh.

This sigh was filled with a lot of helplessness, but he didn't say a word more.

"Dad!" Deng Jiaru tilted her head slightly, "It won't be light tomorrow, so you have to get up early to practice Tai Chi, so you should rest early."

Grandpa Yun looked at Deng Jiaru's thin figure in the wind like this, and gradually walked away, bypassing the carved mahogany screen with diamond pattern, walked outside the arched door, and gradually walked away.

A gust of wind came from outside the window, which made the old man feel desolate.

Deng Jiaru walked from the north building to the east building.

On weekdays, in the corridor, before and after falling into the courtyard, just like tonight, there are faint LED lights on the beams above the ground, reflecting the precious flowers in the courtyard, which is really a beautiful scenery.

But today it's the exact opposite.

There is an inexplicable sense of emptiness and desolation.

Walking, walking, Deng Jiaru rubbed his arms.

It was clearly the beginning of summer in May, but I felt my arms were cold.

When I looked up, beside the Swan Pond in front of the East Building, there stood a seemingly unfamiliar but very familiar figure.

Deng Jiaru just stopped for a while. He was supposed to enter the east building from the main entrance, but he walked around the Swan Pond, took a semi-curved stone path, and walked towards the gate.

The slender and thin palm just landed on the handle of the teak door imported from Southeast Asia, and there was a rush of rustling behind him.

It didn't feel like a strong arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her behind her.

She was caught off guard like this, and was pulled into Yun Qing's arms, and a gentle voice that made her sick came from beside her ears.

"Jiaru, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how important you are to me until now. I want to turn around and give me a chance, okay..."

Deng Jiaru is not a good stubble, not as soft and weak as Yun Yixun.

Being hugged like this, he directly stepped on Yun Qing's leather shoes heavily.

When it didn't work, she pulled his hand wrapped around her waist again, bowed her head and bit hard.

Deng Jiaru knows Yun Qing's temperament, the more he bites, the more he will not let go. It is said to be domineering, but in fact it is more accurate to say that it is a rascal.

Most likely, Yun Mo's dominance is inherited from Yun Qing.

But Deng Jiaru would not be so submissive, she bit her teeth deeper and deeper, until there was a strong smell of blood between her lips and teeth, Yun Qing felt a low pain and was relieved.

"Bah." Deng Jiaru spat out the blood in his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, and when he raised his head and wiped the corner of his mouth, the hatred in his eyes fell directly on Yun Qing in this moonlit night, "Yun Qing , do you want to be shameless? You are over half a hundred years old, why are you still acting like a rascal. Now I don’t want you, do you understand? "

"Why..." Yun Qing had a gloomy and painful face, and Deng Jiaru categorically categorically said a word, "Don't ask why, I can tell you the answer directly. My good youth is all wasted on you. You and Do you know what I was doing when Yi Xun was happy and happy? I don’t blame you, but I blame myself for being too stupid. I didn’t keep my eyes open and married the wrong person. Yes, I blame myself. I went on the wrong path, and I don’t want to continue to go wrong now. I have the right to decide my future. So, please don’t step into my life again. If you want to stay in the old house, you can. I will move out tomorrow .”

"Jiaru, I was really wrong. I know you love me, otherwise you wouldn't have been single all these years..."

"Shut up, I just loved you, loved you, not love."

"We are not old yet, we still have a chance. Jiaru, I will pay you back whatever I owe you."

"Return, what do you give back?" Deng Jiaru still had the smell of blood in his mouth, which was not clean, "Can you still deserve it?"

"Jiaru..."

"Stop talking, I'm tired, I'm going to rest. Don't follow in, don't make me feel sick to you." Deng Jiaru turned around weakly.

Yun Qing who was behind wanted to catch up, but he was afraid that she would bother him, and he really should calm down and think about it.

So, just watching Deng Jiaru push the door and enter, the two teak doors in the east building, the two petals of white jade carved door handle decorations, formed a circle again.

Deng Jiaru, who was inside, closed the door and leaned against it.

Tears, torrential.

All the grievances and pains of more than [-] years passed through my mind like a flood at this moment.

How could Yun Qing's words of sorry be able to offset the pain she has suffered, the injuries and pain she has suffered?

She bit her lip, biting tightly and forcefully, her body slid down along the door arm like a boneless body, and slowly fell to sit on the cool ground.

The smell of blood on the edge of the lips, I don't know whether it is Yun Qing's or her own.

After taking a long breath, there was a sneer on the corner of his lips, laughing at himself - who made you so persistent, you could let go and find happiness long ago.It's just that you can't let go.

(End of this chapter)