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Dong Ci nodded.

She has a sore throat now, so every sentence she says is extremely difficult. She actually wanted to ask if she was beaten back yesterday if she was beaten, but she opened her mouth a few times, her voice was broken and hoarse, and her voice was out of tune.

"Sister Ci, don't talk if you have a bad voice."

Su Tang grabbed the little wolf passing by her, rubbed her head in her arms, and then kissed her furry head.

Because of Dong Ci's sore throat, she spoke very little. I thought this would make the atmosphere a bit embarrassing, but I didn't expect the two to be surprisingly harmonious, just like old friends who haven't seen them for many years.

Su Tang is like a tuberculosis, she is very capable of speaking, even if Dong Ci ignores her, she can talk to herself for a long time, playing alone is very hi.

Such a lively and flexible girl, Dong Ci can't really hate it. She has few friends. In addition to Yan Ningshuang, who is arrogant and cold, she now has an extra sugar.

"Sister Ci, do you want to try my cake?"

Somehow Su Su suddenly wanted to make her a cake. Seeing her eyes bright, Jingjing was very excited. Dong Ci couldn't bear to refuse her, so she followed her to the kitchen.

At first glance, Su Tang was spoiled by his family. Such a delicate and tender girl didn't expect to be extremely skilled at making cakes. Apparently she was a veteran in the kitchen.

"K, I'm done!"

She made a very beautiful cake. The shape of the cake was made into a heart shape by her. The top layer was smeared with red and translucent jam. In the center, she carved a face & kind with cream.

"You can wait for Brother Jing to come back and eat together."

After putting down the cake, Su Tang took a long time from the back, then took out a bottle full of red thick liquid and stuffed it into Dong Ci's hands. "This is my own homemade juice. It's delicious. I gave it a name called sweet honey. Sister Xiaoci remember to match it when she eats cake."

"Ah, Brother Jing is almost off work, then I have to leave quickly, Sister Ci, I will come to you again next time!"

"..." When I came, I held a snack box in my hand and left cakes and drinks when I left.

Dong Ci smiled involuntarily, and thought that Su Tang was really funny.

"Su Tang has been here?"

As soon as Jing Rong came home, he saw snacks set on a table. After seeing the heart-shaped cake, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and he smeared a piece of cream "ci" with his fingertips and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How do you know she's been here?" Dong Ci looked at him a little puzzled.

"If she didn't come, wouldn't Xiaoci buy these snacks?"

Dong Ci does not have the habit of snacking, and it is even less likely that he will fill the table at home with snacks. The only person who can do this kind of thing is only a small ancestor of Xiao Cijia.

Jing Rong seemed to like to eat this cake very much. He dragged the whole cake up and put it on his mouth to bite it. He seemed to be deliberately eating only the half with the word "ci" in it, half No action.

"Don't you want to try it?"

Jing Rong saw that she was just staring at him, so she handed a piece of cake with the word "Jing" to her mouth and tempted it. "Very sweet, try it."

Dong Ci gave a submissive bite, the taste was smooth and tender, the sweetness was moderate, and it also had a soft cheese flavor, which was indeed delicious.

"Tasty?"

Jing Rong helped her wipe off the cream on her lips and said close to her with a smile. "Then I will eat Xiaoci, and Xiaoci will eat me again, OK?"

He was referring to cakes, but Dong Ci looked at his expression, but how did he feel that he meant something.

"Come on, take another bite of" I "."

While the two were leaning together and eating the same piece of cake sweetly, Jing Rong took a call, and then his face changed, and he stood up from the sofa immediately after hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Dong Ci was worried when he saw his expression condense.

"My dad told me that Qiao Qiao secretly ran home and told me to go to the airport to find her."

"You, your mother?" Although he is very familiar with the name "Qiao Qiao", Dong Ci has never seen his mother.

More precisely, even when she married Jing Rong, his parents never appeared.

"..."

Dong Ci had also imagined what Qiao Qiao would look like in his mouth, but when she really saw it, she was still stunned.

"Mom ..." Dong Ci twitched the clothes swing nervously, and when he called this title, he was obviously lack of confidence.

Qiao Qiao is too young, so young that if Dong Ci does not know that this is his mother, he will definitely open his mouth to call his sister!

"Xiao Ci." Qiao Qiao was also surprised for a moment. She looked at Dong Ci with clear eyes, a trace of guilt and loneliness flashed in her eyes, and her voice was soft and weak. "Aron always likes to mention you in my ear every time he visits me. I finally saw him today."

Her eyes were starting to turn red, and she leaned in to hug her a little, and said in a small voice to her ear: "I'm sorry."

Dong Ci didn't understand the meaning of her sorry at first, until Qiao Qiao lived here for a few days, the two became familiar.

"Xiaoci, do you like Arong?"

After contact, Dong Ci understood why Jing Rong always likes to call her Qiao Qiao. Her temperament was too weak, and even Dong Ci couldn't find a trace of her mother's gesture.

Ming next year will not be confused, but Qiao Qiao's eyes are still clear and clean. At first glance, she is well protected, and there is no trace of the secularity and vicissitudes that an adult should have.

Dong Ci's voice has been much better in recent days. Although she didn't know why Qiao Qiao asked her this question, she nodded and said. "like."

"nice! You love it."

After observing the two of them for a few days, Qiao Qiao was more convinced about her. But she sighed and said, "I'm sorry."

"Mom, why do you say that?"

Dong Ci still looks stiff and strange when she calls her mother. Although Jing Rong said she can also follow her and call her Qiao Qiao, Dong Ci always feels very disrespectful.

"I'm apologizing for Arong for you."

Qiao Qiao subconsciously stroked the beads on her wrist, which were very similar to Jing Rong's hands. "When he went to see me before, he told me that he liked a girl, but that girl didn't like him, he didn't know what to do."

"I told him how to do it, and even gave him a string of beads. I really want the darkness and coldness in his heart to subside, but ..."

Helplessness, grievances, pain, these series of emotions flashed over Qiao Qiao, she paused and said slowly. "I have lived a good life and failed."

"A Rong has been taught by Jing Yan since I was born. I didn't expect that he would teach A Rong to be a person like him. When I found out, it was too late."

It was like a painful memory. Qiao Qiao's eyes were very red when she said these words. She had been holding the beads tightly, as if suppressing her emotions. "I don't want my child to become the second Jingyan. I have tried to change him, but the nature of their father and son is so similar ..."

‘She once told me that if you meet someone you like in the future, you must treat her well. True love wo n’t come at the expense of hurting your lover, so she gave me Buddha beads and hoped that I would be kind. ’

‘Xiaoci, do you know? When Qiao Qiao told me these words, my father told me when I was very young: if you want to get something you love, you must fight by whatever means. ’

Dong Ci thought of something that Jing Rong had said to her at that time. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at Qiao Qiao, who was surrounded by grief again, and she had an idea in her heart. He didn't dare to ask.

"..."

"A Rong, can you tell me something about your mother?" At night, Dong Ci tentatively asked Jing Rong.

She wanted to know more about Qiao Qiao, so that she knew whether the idea she had germinated was right.

"How come you are suddenly curious about her?"

Jing Rong had just taken a shower, his black hair was wet and messy, and his bathrobe was wide open, revealing a small piece of strong chest.

Seeing Dong Cizhi's nervousness, Jing Rong brushed his hair, and he looked slightly at his little wife on the bed. Her dark eyes clearly reflected her shadow.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Dong Ci was numb as he saw him, quickly covered himself with a quilt, and buried his head in it. "I'll just ask, you don't want to say it."

"Nothing can't tell you."

Just before falling into the darkness, Dong Ci felt that a piece of bed collapsed, and then the quilt on his body was gently pulled away. Jing Rong's long arm stretched her into his arms and laughed softly. "I was just thinking, how can my Xiaoci be so smart."

"As you think, Jojo doesn't like my father, she is forced."

Jing Rong let Dong Ci lie in his arms. He circled her waist from behind and put his face on her shoulder. "Do you know why I live alone in China?"

"Because one day Qiao Qiao discovered that my father was letting me get in touch with him, for this reason she made trouble with my father for a long time. Later I was sent back to the country by Qiao Qiao. Give my father the opportunity to reach me. "

"black?"

Dong Ci was a little dazed and looked up at him. "What is black."

I wanted to take a lighter sentence, but she still asked ...

Jing Rong's thin lips twitched and pinched her chin, her dark eyes glowed with a hint of treacherous condensation, and she looked at her without blinking. "It's gangster."

"You, your father is gangster?"

"Accurately, my grandfather is the real gangster." Since she asked, then he simply explained to her.

The smile on Jing Rong's mouth became a little frivolous, he deliberately approached Dong Ci a little, so that the hot air sprayed into her ears, whispered in a low voice. "And he's still a gangster in the underworld."

When he had finished speaking these words, he obviously felt the little girl in her arms wince, knowing that she had frightened her, she couldn't help but chuckled, reached out and rubbed her hair, and asked with a smile. "Scared?"

Dong Ci's face was pale, thinking of the group of foreign mercenaries who had kidnapped / abducted them a few days ago. She couldn't help grasping Jing Rong's arm. "Then are you still involved / black?"

Jing Rong said nonsense with his eyes open. "I am very clean."

He really lied because he didn't want Dong Ci to know too much about his dark side. After all, how many of the people born in the Jing family can be clean?

But compared to other people in the family, Jing Rong is indeed the cleanest one, and all this is due to Qiao Qiao.

"Don't lie to me."

"I know you are lying." Dong Ci remembered that when he solved those mercenaries that day, the technique was so proficient and simple that such well-trained movements were definitely not made overnight.

And he said just now that he had studied with his father abroad. So where can he be clean?

"Xiaoci is always so smart." Jing Rong's voice, half of his delicate face, was hidden in the shadows. His emotions were covered well, but the arms holding her waist were getting tighter, as if to ease his anxiety.

Sometimes, he really hopes that his Xiaoci can be stupid.

"I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid of your grandfather and your father."

Feeling a bit tight in the body behind him, Dong Ci bit her lip slightly, as if to appease him, she stretched out her arms around his neck and said in a muffled voice. "If possible, I hope you never touch those again."

"I ... I want you to have an accident."

"Will not."

The tense emotions were finally relieved, Jing Rong's voice was hoarse, with the most stubborn attachment deep in his eyes, staring tightly at the person in his arms. "I will protect myself."

"Because only in this way can I love you better."

Jing Rong is not afraid of death, but he will never allow himself to die in front of Dong Ci, leaving her alone and helpless, so he must live well and he wants to take care of her for life.

"Xiaoci."

Jing Rong did not want to destroy the warm atmosphere at this time, but in order to prepare his little wife in advance, he had to remind. "Although you are afraid of my father, I still want to tell you—"

"He will return home tomorrow."

Dong Ci: "..."