Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 689 Marriage is Married to Jin Hanlin (3)
"Hmm..." Jin Hao resisted: "Grease...it's gone...it will make people...laugh..."

All the strength in Jin Hanlin's body seemed to be taken away, he held Jinhao and gasped for breath, and said unwillingly: "In the future, I will ask Ah Bao to put a box of ointment on this car."

Jin thumped him angrily: "Let it go by yourself."

If you let A Bao do it, wouldn't it be clear to tell A Bao what they did in the car, it would be embarrassing, she is not as thick-skinned as him.

Jin Hanlin's phoenix eyes immediately flashed a smile, but he didn't dare to show the slightest bit. He nodded and said: "Madam is still thoughtful, I will choose this fat by myself." He thought for a while: "I like roses The scent of flowers, um, I also like the smell of wormwood, why don't you buy both, put one in the room and the other in the car, do you think it's okay?"

Jin Hao thumped him again: "Dirty son of a bitch."

But he secretly slanders in his heart, he is still an elegant gentleman, the whole person is a disciple, there is nothing in his mind, he always thinks about that.

The two cuddled together in the carriage, luckily the carriage had been filled with ice, otherwise Jin Hao's skin would be covered with ice, and he would probably be sweating profusely at this time.

Abao was driving a carriage outside, Yunyan and Xuelanhou were outside, the three of them heard rustling noises from the curtains of the car, and the corners of Abao's mouth couldn't help twitching, showing whether to cry or laugh. With a smiling expression, I really didn't expect my son to have such a side. I thought he was the second Liu Xiahui before, but I didn't expect to meet the right person, but he looks like this... shame!

To be honest, he doesn't have the hobby of listening to the corner, and judging from his years of experience with the young master, whether he pretended not to know after the incident, or pretended to be ignorant, he would be stared at by his young master for a few days, thinking in his heart, is it true? It's not for people to thicken the curtain, it's also convenient for my son to steal incense and jade.

I looked at Yunyan and Xuelan with some sympathy. I am afraid that these two girls will not be seen by the young master in the past few days. I hope that for the sake of the young lady's close-knit girls, don't scare these two girls too much. .

Although I was a little worried about the dire situation in the next few days, I still pulled the rein firmly in my hand and shuttled through the streets.

At this time, Ye Ruoming was riding on a black steed and watching the gorgeous carriage gradually drift away, until finally it became a dot and disappeared from his sight.

Is it possible that from now on, I can only look at her from a distance like this, is it just separated from her by the crowd, separated by that man, there is no hope anymore.

She finally became someone else's wife, and she finally couldn't resist, and wanted to marry someone else.

The once ambitious ambitions are so fragile in the face of reality, and it is ridiculous that he still wants to fight.

In fact, he really wanted to fight, as long as she gave him hope at 01:30, he would fight for it, but from the beginning to the end, she had her eyes on that man.

At that time, he didn't know about Jin Hanlin's engagement to her, so he was planning to break off his engagement with Zhu Danni, so that he could propose marriage to her in a fair manner.

He planned in every possible way, but he didn't know that the person he liked had already arranged a marriage, and that lucky person was not him.

Jin Hao, this cinnabar mole that was born in his heart, this girl who has shared weal and woe, this girl who has depended on each other through life and death, is always so peaceful and pure, and beside her, the gurgling sound of the clear spring can always be heard.

No matter how filthy the outside world is, no matter how filthy conspiracies and battles he is in, there is always a piece of pure land in his heart, which exists because of her.

But now, the last piece of pure land in his heart is gone. The woman he likes has become someone else's wife. It is as difficult as ever to meet him in the future. He is not afraid of the world's slander, but he can't drag her down .

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the world is diverse. The distance between him and her is so far that he despairs.

He suddenly remembered the poem "Jianjia" in the Book of Songs. The reeds are green and the dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. He tries his best to swim to the beautiful woman on the side of the water, but he is exhausted from swimming. Yi Ren was still in a position he couldn't touch.

A large swath of sunlight was projected on his body, but the bright summer sun did not make him feel the slightest warmth. The bits and pieces of those memories of getting along with each other flashed in his mind like lightning.

In the whirl of time, there are so many beautiful dreams for him. He thought that one day, he would be able to realize his wishes and realize those dreams as bright as fireworks, but he never imagined that they would end like this.

He laughed at himself, he thought that as long as he tried his best, he could get what he wanted, but he didn't know that there are some things that you can't get with your hard work.

He looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared, standing quietly like a gentle jade sculpture, and he didn't know whether he was nostalgic for something or buried something.

Is it the heartbeat of youth, or the despair and sadness of that day?
He couldn't explain clearly, but he knew that one wrong step, one wrong step, if he hadn't hesitated back then, maybe he was the one who made the marriage arrangements with her.

A moment of hesitation, a lifetime of strangers.

Since he is not the man she likes, he can only let her be happy. When she got married yesterday, he thought about hijacking her, but he couldn't bear to ruin her happiness.

The flowers bloom just right, and it's not because he is not a flower lover.

However, it is really because he loves and cherishes flowers, so even if his heart is broken, he is willing to let him go, allowing him to bloom in the soil that really suits her, swaying with a charming style.

When the chest pain came up, he suddenly swayed, covered his chest, bent down, and silently spit out the bright red in his mouth.

As the blood spewed out, the color on his face faded to a grayish white, his body barely stabilized, but he kept trembling like a piece of paper.

"My lord." The guard who accompanied him was shocked, and rushed forward to support his body, and wanted to take him to the hospital, but he stopped him with trembling fingers.

He smiled bleakly: "Just let me stand here and slowly recall for a while!"

After today, he no longer even has the qualifications to recall.

He clutched his chest, squinted his eyes and panted heavily, as if he was enduring a severe pain that came from nowhere, as if his whole body, every inch of skin, every bone, was screaming, hurting him Limbs and bones, all the joints seemed to be crushed by life, his heart, liver, stomach and lungs hurt so much, and all the organs were chopped to pieces bit by bit.

His thick black eyelashes kept trembling, like a butterfly wing that had been hit by the rainstorm and completely lost its vitality, still relying on his own instinct, perched on a dead branch that was on the verge of breaking, trembling one after another.

After a long time, he moved, raised his feet, kicked up the dust, covered the blood on the ground, and whispered to the guards beside him: "Don't say anything."

(End of this chapter)