His Canary

"Xiaoci!"

Jing Rong came one step slower than Jing Yan. He hurried towards Dong Ci and hugged her.

"Sorry."

Somehow, Dong Ci felt that his hand was shaking, he kept repeating these three words in her ear, and the hand around her waist was tightening, as if she was about to be pulled into the bone.

"I'm okay." This is the first time Dong Ci saw such a panic look on this incomparable man. She gently took his hand, but found it cold.

"Sometimes, I really hate you." This is what Jing Rong said while pulling her, passing by Jing Yan.

Jing Yan smiled lightly, as if he couldn't see the indifference on Jing Rong's face. He glanced at Dong Ci leisurely, his thin lips evoking a soft smile.

Somehow, Dong Ci only felt his back numb.

"..."

At night, Jing Rong didn't go to the study room for the first time. After he took a shower, he sat on the window sill, his long legs slightly curved, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were misty, dark and empty.

He is so quiet and quiet, if he can ignore the silence of his whole body, it is indeed very pleasing to the eye.

"Arong--"

Dong Ci walked to his side and gently put his hand on his shoulder. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she told her intuitively that he was not happy at this time.

Jing Rong's eyelashes twitched when he heard her voice. He slowly looked at Dong Ci, and then took her hand to pull her into his arms. She tightened her hoop.

His arms are not as warm as they used to be, and they are even cold.

"Does it still hurt here?"

Jing Rong opened the hair on the side of her neck with her fingertips, and there was a small blood mark there, which was left by Mike in the second when Jing Yan's head was hit.

Dong Ci shook his head. "No more pain."

There was a medicine just there, and the cool cold air drilled through the gap of the wound, itchy and numb.

In fact, it's fake to say that it doesn't hurt, Dong Ci just doesn't want to make him so sad anymore.

Such an arrogant man is really not suitable for appearing in such a low-profile manner.

Dong Ci didn't know how to comfort him, or what he said was right at the moment, so he turned to hug him and buried his face in his Xiang's nest.

She breathed the light sandalwood on him and said very lightly. "Arong, don't be sad, okay?"

"I'm not sad."

Jing Rong's back was a bit stiff, and he pressed his chin against her head, his voice said hoarsely. "I was just afraid."

Because, he almost lost her.

He was still thinking about what happened at noon today, when he witnessed the bullet passing through Dong Ci's face to Mike in the car. The blood splashing at that moment made his heart almost stop beating.

When Jing Rong was in the United States, he was always surrounded by a bodyguard. The bodyguard protected him for a long time, grew up with him, and taught him kung fu. Only later, the bodyguard was hijacked and taken hostage.

Jing Rong's temper was weak, which led to his thin love. He does nothing casually and calmly. No matter how dangerous the environment he faced when he was on the mission, he has always been like this and never panicked.

Until he took a wooden warehouse and pointed to the robber behind him through the bodyguard's figure. At that moment, he had to admit that he was a little flustered.

Why panic? Because he cares, he doesn't want him to die.

Just because he cares, he no longer stays calm and decisive. He can't use Mukangkou to aim at the robber indifferently, and he begins to hesitate under what circumstances can he not hurt the bodyguard, so ... Missed.

The bodyguard died, and the robber also died. Jing Rong's last feelings also disappeared.

It is said that the hard-hearted get the world, and the gentle one get the god.

Jing Yan once told him that if he wants to become stronger, he must become ruthless. If you do n’t want it, then only such a person will not be threatened by anyone.

"Won't you feel lonely without desire?"

At that time Jing Yan smiled and said. "Not only loneliness, but despair."

"Are you lonely?"

"I have Jojo."

"Then I don't need to be alone, I also want a" Jojo "."

"But you can't own anything now, because you can only have her if you are strong enough."

"..."

At that time, these words were somewhat contradictory in Jing Rong, but they became clear when I met Dong Ci later.

He should be thankful that he was strong enough at that time, and it was precisely because of this that he could use all means to get her, but at the same time, he also had weaknesses, and he was no longer as indifferent as ever.

Just like the situation that happened today.

If the first person who arrived at the time was not Jing Yan but him, then he would never dare to blow him up in front of Dong Ci in such a decisive manner. He would still be as panic as he was when facing the bodyguard at the time, and he could only be controlled by Mike in the end.

Jing Yan also thought of this, so he tripped him up first.

He seemed gentle, but he was cold-hearted and cold-hearted. He showed no mercy to Dong Ci. He didn't care about her life and death, so he opened Mu Cangkai so decisively that no threat was allowed.

Life and death are only for a moment, if there is a slight deviation in that wooden warehouse, or if Mike responds to take Dong Ci to block the wooden warehouse in time, or Dong Ci suddenly revolts against the unfortunate Zhong Mucang, then tonight, face Jingrong It will only be a cold body.

No one knows how quiet his world is at that moment. He almost thought he ... was about to lose her, just like the bodyguard who died in his hands by mistake.

Jing Rong won't tell Dong Ci that she almost became a dead soul under Jing Yan's Mu Cang today, which would only make her more afraid of him and even leave a shadow.

He didn't want to make her Xiaoci feel uncomfortable. Those dark sides she couldn't bear, let him cover her!

"I assure you that I will not let you get involved in this danger for the second time."

Once he didn't feel much about the Jing family, but now he is a little disgusted with the surname on his head.

But he could not destroy the darkness left by his family, so he could only try to change it. He can not fear the darkness, but he cannot let her little kindness be contaminated.

Jing Rong moved the finger with the word "ci" and smiled silently.

Suddenly he discovered that the word "ci" not only represents his little kindness, but also reminds him of the need for mercy.

Only his compassion, only for Dong Ci.

...

This year Jingzhai was very lively during the Chinese New Year. Qiao Qiao and Jing Yan were there. The only pity is that the loving mother will never appear again.

Dong Ci is not good at cooking, and Qiao Qiao does not know how to cook, let alone Jing Rong and Jing Yan. If they are not the master chefs of the kitchen, they really do n’t know what to do.

From the sky outside the window, splendid fireworks sprang up, and sometimes the sound of firecrackers sounded, and the little wolf shrank in a fright, and went straight to Jing Yan.

In order to have a new year, Dong Ci and Qiao Qiao discussed, so they prepared to make dumplings by themselves.

Although Dong Ci's dumplings are not good-looking, they used to help Ci Ma press the skin together every year during the New Year. Over time, she pressed the skin quickly and roundly.

"Whoop--"

A firecracker sounded not far away, the sound was not loud, but the little wolf was still sobbing to rub down Jingyan's calf, when Jingyan was sitting next to Qiao Qiao watching her making dumplings, and slightly lowered his eyes when he heard the sound. Hug the Huskies on the ground.

"It seems to like you very much."

During this period of contact, Dong Ci was already less afraid of Jing Yan than he had just started. Especially when she saw him holding the coyote in her arms to appease her, she thought he was a particularly gentle person.

"Perhaps." Jing Yan's slender fingertips touched the wolf's bright hair, his thin lips slightly hooked, and it was very soft.

Tonight is destined to be a lively night, because after having a reunion dinner, Su Tang called and invited them to play at her house. Besides them, she also invited many other friends.

"Sister Ci, I made a lot of small biscuits and good drinks. They are all acquaintances. You must come."

Su Tang is a wide circle of friends. When Jing Rong and Dong Ci arrived, there were already many people in the hall. It was said that he was an acquaintance, but Dong Ci knew very few.

It's no smaller than Jingzhai, and the decoration is very warm. Especially today, Su Tang is full of balloons and lanterns in the hall. Dong Ci didn't pay any attention and was stumbled by the pile of small balloons underneath.

"what--"

With an exclaimed voice not far away, then there was a sound of balloons being stepped on in the hall. But this voice was quickly covered by the music and crowds in the hall, but Dong Ci still heard a complaint.

Dong Ciwen looked around and found that Yan Ningshuang was carrying An Chengfeng in a weird posture. She soon discovered Dong Ci, waved at her, and dragged An Chengfeng, who was by her side, toward them.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Yan Ningshuang's walking posture was a bit wrong. An Chengfeng saw that there was a seat next to it, so she pulled her and motioned for her to sit down.

"I won't sit, I'll let you support me!" Yan Ningshuang didn't look at the seat, even approached him a lot, smiling a little proudly and provocatively.

"What's wrong with you?"

It ’s been a while since I saw them. Has the two of them developed so quickly? Dong Ci held back the curiosity in his heart without asking, and took a plate of small snacks next to it and stuffed it into Jing Rong's mouth.

"Su Tang's little ball was throwing too many balloons on the ground. I was tripped by the balloon when I entered the door. Just now, I was tripped by another balloon and twisted my foot."

"Who told you to wear such high shoes?" An Chengfeng stiffened and let her sit down, slightly dismissive of her shoes.

Indeed, the problem of being tripped by a balloon is not a big problem. The most serious thing is to step on the balloon, but the heels of the shoes she wears are particularly high. If you do n’t pay attention, you can reach the ankle.

The atmosphere between the two is not as intense as before, and Yan Ningshuang has recovered from her previous entanglement with An Chengfeng, but An Chengfeng sees her in her eyes, and there is no longer so much disgust.

It seems that he still did not accept her.

"..."