Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 117 Reflection Experience

Nan Jin glanced at him, "Why can't the two go together?"

The ancients said: You can't have both fish and bear's paw.

Sandor Petofi said: Life is precious, but love is even more expensive.For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away.

The ancients also said: Loyalty and filial piety are in a dilemma.

Is it really hard to have both?
"It will be very tiring." The man was stunned for a while, and said such a sentence.

Nan Jin smiled lightly: "But people are born to suffer."

"Life is not born to suffer," Tong Junhao pulled her to sit on his lap, and wrapped his hands around her waist, "Jin, you have to believe that people live for happiness and happiness."

Although you have seen and encountered too many dark things, your happiness and joy will come sooner or later.

"Really?" Nan Jin smiled, and she looked sideways at him, the smiles in her eyes were like starlight, "If one day, you find that you are blocking my happiness, will you let go?"

Tong Junhao froze, his heart was cold, he tightened his hands, "Jin, no, I won't let go."

The smile on Nan Jin's face did not change. In fact, this was the answer she expected. It is not Tong Junhao's style to complete her for her happiness.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them could clearly see the mist in the other's eyes.

Apart from not allowing Nan Jin to leave the summer garden, he almost doted on her. Whatever Nan Jin said, even if it was just a casual mumble, the things in his mouth would appear in front of her as soon as possible.

Whenever this time, Nan Jin would smile lightly, but there was no hint of joy.

Xia Yuan was still the same Xia Yuan, but Nan Jin felt like a canary kept in a cage, looking at the sky without even a chance to struggle.

Every day, Tong Junhao would go home according to the normal commute time, eat with her, practice the piano with her and talk to him. Everything seemed perfect, at least in the eyes of the servants. It was said that they had never seen such a perfect man.

Nan Jin wants to say that this perfection is set off by other people's imperfections.

She is a girl who loves freedom and sports so much, she is locked in the summer garden every day, no one else can get in, he can't get out.

When the weather is slightly warmer, she will sit on the swing in a skirt.

She likes to wear skirts, others wear skirts for beauty, she wears skirts for coolness, this once made people around her speechless.

She was sitting on a swing, and the breeze picked up the corners of her skirt and swayed with the wind.

Under the effect of inertia, the swing became higher and higher, and the servant was scared when he saw it, but Nan Jin just showed a smile on the corner of his lips.

For her, even if the rope is broken, it's nothing to her if she falls, so what's there to be afraid of?

She was still very aggrieved, but Nan Jin never quarreled with Tong Junhao again, she remembered him saying: "You need a separate space to think about it, what should you do for your wife?"

Nanjing sneered, what should I do as a wife?After all, she shouldn't be like her, with other men in her heart.

No matter what she does as a wife, she will face this marriage with Tong Junhao seriously for the purpose of revenge.

However, Nan Jin couldn't explain how serious this was.

"Ma'am, be careful." The maid behind her finally couldn't help reminding.

Nan Jin no longer exerted any force, letting the arc of the swing decrease little by little, and slowly stopped.

She stood up and patted the leaves on the corner of her skirt, "Let's go, go to practice the piano."

Practicing the piano lasts for three hours without stopping.

Song after song, the whole summer garden was immersed in a strange atmosphere, and everyone was in danger.

Everyone knew that it was time for the boss to lose his temper when he came back.

However, no one dared to go up to persuade that one, the two masters, one has a weirder temper than the other, and the other has a colder personality than the other. When they are servants, can they tie their heads to the waistband of their trousers? , ready to fuck off at any time.

After struggling for nearly 10 minutes, Steward Li held up the tray under the eyes of everyone, and sighed, "The fruit plate sent by Mr. is really good, I will give one to Madam."

When Nan Jin heard this, she just laughed, and ate the fruit plate as she wished, but as soon as Butler Li turned around, she continued to practice the piano.

The sound of the piano seemed no longer as pleasant as it used to be, but seemed to be a kind of magic sound.

When Tong Junhao came back, Steward Li hurried forward to meet him, "Sir, go and have a look, Madam has practiced for 4 hours."

Throwing the briefcase into Butler Li's hands, Tong Junhao pursed his lips and strode upstairs.

The moment the piano was closed, Nanjing was taken aback, and then smiled lightly: "Are you back from get off work?"

"Don't you want these hands?" Undoubtedly, Tong Junhao was very angry.

"how come?"

"what are you doing then?"

Facing her calm, Tong Junhao's self-control is on the verge of collapse. She doesn't know how important a pianist's hands are, but she seems to be careless every time.

When will she be able to take things seriously other than revenge, when will she be able to face up to her own life.

Tong Junhao was frustrated in his heart, it seemed that all the failures in his life were caused by Nan Jin.

Before Nan Jin could speak, Tong Junhao pinched her wrist, "Hey you..."

Why haven't you said the word, Tong Junhao turned around holding it by the wrist, pulled her out vigorously, and said to Steward Li: "Lock the piano room."

"Hey, Tong Junhao, you..."

The piano seems to have become a part of her body for many years, how can she bear it if she doesn't touch it for a day?
"Nan Jin, I asked you to reflect at home, may I ask what you have learned from the reflection?" He dragged her all the way back to the bedroom, and Tong Junhao pressed her on the bed with an imposing manner.

"I..." Nan Jin opened her mouth, feeling powerless again, she didn't reflect on whether she was okay or not.

Maybe she has reflected on it, and the topic of her reflection is how not to fall in love with such an excellent man like Tong Junhao.

"Nothing to say?"

"Ah."

"Then reflect on it from now on, if you can't get results from the introspection, don't touch the piano!" The man's face was extremely ugly. In fact, he didn't really want her to reflect on it, but she shouldn't care about herself like this.

Nan Jin fell heavily on the bed, not caring about her stunned head, staring blankly at the roof without saying a word.

Tong Junhao: "..."

After a while, Nan Jin didn't respond, Tong Junhao pursed his lips, worried, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Ah? I'm reflecting." Nan Jin replied belatedly.

"..."

The bedroom door was slammed shut, as if the whole room jumped, Nan Jin pulled the corners of her lips, what happened, why did she lose her temper?
Nan Jin didn't see Tong Junhao until eating. As a result of over-practicing the piano, her fingers hurt, her hands hurt, her hands hurt, and she couldn't hold the chopsticks.

There was silence in the restaurant, Tong Junhao tightened his hand holding the chopsticks, expressionless.

(End of this chapter)