Love is like melting

Chapter 14 Don't Touch Me

Lian Mo caught this inconspicuous detail, something quickly flashed across his eyes, and when his thin lips parted slightly, his voice tightened: "Okay, we won't watch."

Turning her head to give Yan Xi a look, she bowed and left knowingly.

When she walked to the door, Yan Xi couldn't help but turn her head to take another look. She and Ji Yerong were not close personal friends, but she basically dealt with Ji Yerong's injuries every time.In her impression, Ji Yerong was a woman who would rather shed every drop of blood in her body than shed tears. She had steely willpower, which made many men fall behind.After hearing the news of Ji Yerong's death, he was shocked, but he would inevitably feel sad. Such a woman should not have died so early.

Seeing that Ji Yerong is still alive now, he should be happy, but for some reason, seeing those empty eyes without sadness or joy, he couldn't be happy at all.

No matter how indifferent Ji Yerong used to be, her brows and eyes would always reveal the gentleness and tranquility of a woman inadvertently; but this woman in front of her, although she has an identical face, I don't know who she is!
She didn't let her feet be touched, and Lian Mo didn't force her. She sat down beside her, picked her hair with her fingertips, and said softly: "I haven't slept all night, go to the lounge to rest for a while, wait for me After the meeting."

Ji Yerong's indifferent eyes swept over his handsome face, without saying a word, he got up and limped towards his lounge.

It's not that she wants to obey Lian Mo's words, but because her leg... hurts.

Chen Ying's kick was very strong, cold sweat oozes from her back due to the pain, and she has been holding on downstairs without anyone noticing, but now she needs a separate space to slowly fuck herself and fester Bleeding wound.

Lian Mo seemed to be sitting on the sofa, neither hugging her nor following her.

Because he knew that she would rather die than show her weakness in front of anyone.

Ji Yerong was sitting on a chair in the lounge, rolled up his right trouser leg, a purple and black bruise under his knee came into view, and various ugly scars intertwined on the ankle, gently fingertips across the ankle, until now there are three steel nails.

This leg of hers was completely useless.

Ji Yerong didn't stay in the lounge for too long, so he put down his trousers and left the office.

In the past, she was unimpeded in the presidential palace, and it is the same now, but because of her legs and feet, she chose to avoid the sight of the guards, and went to the garden alone. It is desolate in winter, and many flowers are withered, but there are a few plum blossoms that are even blooming. it is good.

She broke off a few plum blossoms, and the red plum blossoms in full bloom had a faint fragrance, permeating the nose. She remembered that hibiscus liked plum blossoms the most.

Hibiscus said: Being able to bloom alone in the cold wind and heavy snow, without being coquettish or competing for beauty, is better than us superficial human beings.

"Mujin, the plum blossoms are so beautiful. If you saw them, you would be so happy." She lowered her eyebrows and murmured softly.

"Who are you? How dare you break my mother's favorite plum blossom?" A childish and angry voice came from behind.

Ji Yerong turned around and saw a four or five-year-old boy, wearing a blue down jacket, with exquisite features and delicate eyebrows, but the anger in his eyes did not match his age.

"Hey! I asked you something! Why didn't you answer me?" Seeing that she didn't answer, the little boy asked even more angrily.

Ji Yerong closed his eyes, not intending to get entangled with him. Holding the plum blossom in his hand, he walked towards the center of the garden. Because of his leg pain, his steps were extremely slow.

Seeing her ignoring him and leaving, the little boy immediately ran up and grabbed her waist-length hair, "Who gave you permission to run?"

Ji Yerong's scalp hurt, and he subconsciously turned around and waved his hands. He couldn't control his strength well, and the little boy fell to the ground, his face flushed with anger, and he shouted, "How dare you push me, how dare you?"

(End of this chapter)