Prosecutor, don't be overbearing.

If it wasn't for Dong Xueyao's death, Gu Liangchen would have been his most beloved little sister... Still he was not willing to throw away the uncarved wooden horse, picked it up from the trash can, and threw it into the glove box.

After going downstairs, there were no couplets on the table of the Eight Immortals, and there were meals on the table. In the center of the dishes was a pot of fragrant stewed soup and a bottle of Erguotou.

"Have a meal before leaving! Have a drink with me!" Grandpa Ji came over after washing his hands.

"Grandpa, no, I have to go back to the Procuratorate." Ji Jingnian said flatly.

"Bastard! How great is it to be a prosecutor of the Supreme Court?!" Grandpa Ji was very angry and scolded angrily.

Ji Jingnian didn't say anything, he walked to the table and said he would stay.

Only then did Grandpa Ji smile, pull out the chair and sit down, and let him sit down too.

The grandfather and grandson hadn't sat down to drink like this for a long time, and Grandpa Ji poured a glass of wine for Ji Jingnian.

Ji Jingnian picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and Grandpa Ji also drank it.

"Ah Jing, grandpa knows that you have been feeling uncomfortable all these years! It was an accident, you don't have to—"

"Grandpa, don't mention it!" Ji Jingnian interrupted in displeasure.

This was a taboo topic, and it was also a festering wound in his heart. He didn't heal it, and he didn't want to heal it, and let it continue to fester.

As if in this way, the guilt will be less.

"I'm just afraid that you might misunderstand Chenchen, and you don't even think about it. How could that girl listen to you so much and make a small report!"

"Grandpa! I've finished my two glasses of wine, I should go!" When mentioning these things, it was as if he had hit a minefield. Ji Jingnian immediately stood up and left after speaking.

"Ji Jingnian! You can't live in self-blame and pain for the rest of your life! You have to come out! He's a man from the Ji family, so let me be free and easy! Don't be... fucking like a coward!" Grandpa Ji patted the table and stood Get up, and roar at his back, blushing.

Ji Jingnian left without looking back...

***

Gu Liangchen wanted to lie to Tang Simo, but after returning from his house that day, he didn't plan to go there the next day. Who knew, Tang Simo actually took the driver to find her place!

If she didn't go with him, he would just sit on the ground playing tricks, crying and making everyone around him know.

Gu Liangchen had no choice but to follow him, and he was indeed clinging to her like a six-year-old child.

She can only think of him as a six-year-old child in her heart, to accompany him and take care of him. After ten days, she feels pretty good.

In fact, being with Tang Simo was quite pleasant, reading fairy tales to him every day, teaching him to write and draw, it was like returning to a happy childhood...

"Momo, sometimes my sister really envies you, you live carefree, you don't have to think about anything, you don't have to worry..." In the afternoon, sitting in front of the wide south-facing French windows covered with a thick handmade cashmere carpet , bathed in the warm sunshine, she hugged the pillow, looked out the window, and murmured.

Tang Simo on the side, wearing a white sweater and a denim shirt inside, with the collar of the shirt turned out, looks handsome and sunny. He rests his head on her shoulder, closes his eyes, smiles at the corners of his mouth, and listens to her quietly.

Gradually, Tang Simo fell asleep with his pillow on her shoulder...

Tang Simo refused to let her go back to the rental house at night, but she still insisted. That night, just after getting off the bus, she ran into He Ziqing.

She seemed to be waiting here specially for her. When she saw her, she stepped forward——

By the light of the street lamp, I saw a sneer on He Ziqing's alluring face, and her eyes were cruel.

She finally refused to continue pretending in front of her?

Gu Liangchen snorted coldly in his heart, straightened his back and stepped forward——

ps: Tang Simo and Gu Liangchen formed a word called Wangchen (Chen) Mo (Mo) and Ji.