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She was really cruel, and she showed no mercy. She just wanted to vent her resentment in her mind, and she didn't think about anything else.

"hiss--"

Jing Rong took a breath of air and lifted her by pinching her neck. Seeing her daring to open her teeth and dancing claws, Jing Rong's eyes were slightly dark, and a squeeze on her chin in her hand made her mouth unable to close.

"Cowardly?"

Jingrong pained in the neck, Jingrong sneered and put his finger into her mouth, said coolly. "Try another bite?"

Where does Dong Ci dare to bite ...

The blood on his neck was covered with blood, and he wanted to know how painful her bite was. The anger in Dong Ci's heart was mostly dissipated. Fear followed.

"Why don't you bite?" Seeing Dong Ci didn't dare to talk, Jing Rong was arrogant, her slender fingertips kept stirring in her mouth, and she was too much about her soft tongue.

He smeared evil spirits in his eyes, protruding the tip of his tongue and licking his thin lips slightly, approaching her and said gently. "Xiaoci, lick my fingertips with your little tongue."

Shameless!

The upper and lower jaws can't be closed for a long time, and Dong Ci's tongue will always be caught by his fingertips no matter how he avoids it. Seeing that she did not cooperate, Jing Rong stretched out another finger, and **** pinched her soft tongue, which made her unavoidable.

"Where do you want to hide?"

Jing Rong seemed to be laughing at her self-improvement, leaned close to her and hugged her, lying down in her ear. "Little kind, hurry up, I'm teaching you ..."

Teach her what?

There was some fog in Dong Ci's eyes, and when he saw that he was not reluctant, the flames in his heart rose again, and as soon as he tried his chin hard, he would bite his finger ...

"Ok?"

Jingfang had just touched his finger, and Jing Rong looked at her with a squint. Dong Ci shivered and raised his eyes to meet his cold and indifferent gaze, but he didn't dare to talk anyway.

"Well--"

As if punishing her, Jing Rong put some force on her **** in her mouth, and Dong Ci whimpered, and there was a lot of tears in her eyes.

"Take you up next time."

Seeing her pitiful look, Jing Rong pulled his hand out of her mouth with a soft heart, and kissed her head fiercely.

"Get up and pack yourself up, and after dinner I will take you to see your mother."

"..."

Even if Dong Ci deliberately forgot about what happened last night, her physical pain reminded her of what happened last night.

Dong Ci stood in front of the mirror and looked at the bright traces on her skin. She rubbed her lips and rubbed hard. The tears accumulated in her eyes were increasing, but she closed her eyes fiercely when she was about to fall.

Can't cry ...

Dong Ci exhaled deeply, trying to suppress the rolling emotion in his heart. Recalling that Ci Ma was still waiting for her in the hospital, Dong Ci clenched her fists, she must be strong to survive it!

After eating, Dong Ci's body recovered some strength, but his body was still uncomfortable.

After discovering her anomaly, Jing Rong directly stood up and took her into the car, bringing the person directly into his arms. He looked down at her and asked. "Still hurt?"

Dong Ci's eyelashes flickered, her lips stubbornly looked at him without looking at him, and she was not ready to care for him.

"Good boy, angry, I will be gentle next time."

"..."

The car reached the hospital all the way. When Jing Rong wanted to take her into the hospital, Dong Ci refused.

"I can go by myself."

Dong Ci stubbornly pushed him off and got out of the car, but his foot had just stepped on the ground, and he planted forward as soon as his body was soft. Fortunately, Jing Rong grabbed her from behind to save her from falling.

"I don't want you to hug, I can go by myself!"

When Jing Rong wanted to pick her up again, Dong Ci pressed his arm to stay alive. Seeing him look cold, Dong Ci lowered his head and said in a sullen tone. "There are too many people in the hospital, I don't want to get too much attention."

"I can go, just slow down."

In fact, the most important thing is that Dong Ci is still afraid that Mom will see it.

In fact, Mommy was still lying in the ward at this time and did not wake up. Dong Ci had been lying outside the window for a long time, and just wanted to push the door open, he was stopped by a doctor.

"Are you Ms. Song's daughter?"

Qin Qing smiled friendly to her and said, "Can you come with me? I want to talk to you in person."

Dong Ci shivered and followed Qin Qing into the office, a bad hunch struck. "What happened to my mother?"

"Did you never see Ms. Song suffering from depression?"

Qin Qing sat at the desk and turned over the mother's case and said lightly. "Her depression is very serious, and after a few days of excessive sadness, the situation is a bit bad."

"How could this be?"

Dong Ci's eyes widened. She recalled Ci Ma's recent behavior. Except for some abnormalities in the past few days, everything else was normal.

"Ms. Song is overworked, extremely weak, and depressed depression, I suggest you let her be admitted to hospital for treatment."

‘Sorry, Mr. Dong is in a serious condition and stopped breathing on the way to treatment. Please be sad. ’

Qin Qing's emotionless voice reminded Dong Ci of the scene when Ci Da died, when she and Ci Mom hurried to the hospital in a hurry, she saw Ci da lying motionless on the hospital bed, covered with dazzling You can still see a trace of blood in the white cloth.

At that time, the hospital was cold, the ward was cold, and Ci Dad's body was cold. Even the doctor repeated his departure coldly, leaving Dong Ci a deep shadow.

"Will my mother be okay?" Dong Ci's voice twitched.

"I can only say that it can be treated." Qin Qing stared at the little girl with red eyes in front of her, sighed, and opened her mouth to try to comfort, but at last she was silent.

In fact, many times, for a depressed patient, it is likely to live in a state of "being better" and "curing" for a long time. Whether depression patients can be cured, in addition to the doctor's treatment and counseling, also requires the patient's own cooperation.

Song Qingmei's depression is already too serious. Now she has been immersed in her emotions for a long time, and she is moody. If you continue to do this, she will tend to self-kill.

"If you agree with my suggestion just now, follow me to go through the inpatient procedure now."

"..."

The hospital that Jing Rong sent to Ci Ma is a well-known hospital in the city and has made great achievements in the treatment of depression. Dong Ci wanted to give Ci Ma the best wards, the best doctors and nurses, but she had no money and could not pay these costs.

"I can help you, but you will move in with me from today."

"I can send her to the VIP ward, equip her with the best doctor, and even find her the most professional nurse to take care of her ..."

"But Xiaoci, will you?"

Is she willing?

Dong Ci sneered, did she have any choice?

Dong Ci stared blankly at the sleeping mother in the ward. Suddenly, she remembered the countless times Jing Rong had told her before, ‘Xiao Ci, you ’ll beg me’.

At that time she was still ridiculous, but she did not expect that time would change. Now, she not only asks for Jingrong, but even depends on him to live in the future.

"I do."

Everything has changed since last night.

Dong Ci knew that she could never look back on this road.

...

The time for the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. Dong Ci hurriedly went to class after a day of rest.

"Xiaoci, after you have followed me, you don't have to work so hard." When Dong Ci was leaving with his textbook, Jing Rong walked downstairs in his home uniform and said with a smile. "Even if you don't go to college, I can raise you up."

‘No need. ’

Dong Ci really wanted to respond to him by throwing this sentence at him as coldly as he once was, but now she has no confidence.

Now she is the least qualified to say this.

She now owes him more than two million, and all the expenses of Ci Mom in the hospital are now paid by him. Dong Ci bit his lip and did not answer.

She now only hopes that she will quickly enter the university and wait until she has fulfilled her dad's desire to enter the social work. In any case, she will also return the debts she owed to Jing Rong intact.

"Are you trying to test f?"

Jing Rong thought about it, tapping on the railing with his fingertips as if he was planning something. "If I remember correctly, Shi Ze's j is next to you."

"I didn't test the f major for time ..."

Jing Rong smiled and looked at her slightly. "Did I say that you took the F major for Shize?"

Dong Ci's face was white, opposite his dark eyes, and he instantly had a bad hunch. "Jing Rong, I beg you, don't interfere with my exam f?"

Jing Rong hooked the corner of his mouth without speaking.

She must be admitted to f major, she must be admitted to f major, Jingrong must not be destroyed from now on ...

Dong Ci bit his lip and approached him, plucking up the courage to tiptoe around his neck, kissing his thin lips with his head, whispering. "Please, I have to enter f big."

She once imagined that the road has been broken too much, and now she does n’t want anything and dare not ask for anything, just hoping to get into f big smoothly, or this kind of mother ’s depression can improve.

Her initiative made Jing Rong's eyes dark, and the tip of her nose was the sweet fragrance on her body. Jing Rong narrowed her eyes tightly, breathing hotly on her neck.

"Give me a reason not to refuse you."

He was kissing her earlobe, Dong Cither flinched but did not dodge, just grabbed his shirt nervously, even breathing became cautious.

After that night, as soon as Jing Rong approached her, she was tense and her heart beat faster.

"My father graduated from that school at the beginning."

"Is it that simple?" Jing Rong smiled lowly, rubbing her earlobe with the tip of her teeth like a punishment.

Obviously, this reason did not satisfy him.

"My father studied clothing design, and his lifelong dream was to create his own studio to make his favorite clothes. He wanted his work to win everyone's approval ..." Dong Ci said with a voice, feeling that it was originally her The hands around his waist started to be unreliable, and he couldn't help pressing his arms. "Jingrong, are you listening to me?"

"Ok."

Jing Rong answered indifferently, which was originally only a partial embrace of her, and as her words fell, she simply locked her firmly in her arms.

He didn't listen at all, just focused on the movements in his hands!

"Xiaoci, you can't convince me for this reason."

After such a long time, Dong Ci's short hair has grown a lot. Jing Rong touched her soft hair and smiled slightly, with a □□ / coax in her tone. "You are so smart, you should know what I want to hear."

There was a struggling flash in Dong Ci's eyes, her thin lips slightly twitching and she seemed to be trembling, and the hand holding his shirt could not help but exert some force.

"As long as you don't interfere with my exam, I will listen to you for everything."

"Including my control of your future?"

Dong Ci suffocated, as if suppressing something, she nodded after half a noise and said hardly. "include."

"..."