President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Most likely, Shang Jing's eyes were too deterrent. All the servants in the castle looked away one after another. No one dared to look at Wen Zhou more.

Wen Zhou: "

Obviously, she found the strangeness of everyone.

The unified behavior of these people stems from the low pressure Shang Jing in front of them.

Without the eye-catching sight, Shang Jing said that he was very comfortable at the bottom of his heart. His Zhou Zhou was so beautiful and gentle that others were not qualified to see him.

Seeing Wen Zhou holding chopsticks motionless, Shang Jing asked, "is the food tasteless?"

Wen Zhou shook his head: "No."

She started with chopsticks.

The food tastes good. She is a standard Chinese stomach. If she is allowed to eat Western food, she can't bear it. It's OK to eat once in a while.

But she prefers Chinese food.

The taste of Shangjing also tends to Chinese food.

Therefore, whether in Shangjing's villa or in a castle far away from other countries, the chef in charge will cook according to Shangjing's preferences.

Wen Zhou became accustomed to eating and developed the taste of light diet.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Shang Jing smiled at her eyes.

After taking a few bites, Wen Zhou found that he just stared at himself, but didn't take a bite of his chopsticks. Thinking of Yunyi, he said he hadn't eaten yet, he said, "don't you eat?"

Shang Jing picked up chopsticks under her eyes: "eat."

Wen Zhou smiled when he heard the speech.

Shang Jing's heart was filled with a trace of sweetness.

They ate quietly.

In the restaurant, only the occasional sound of chopsticks falling on the disk was heard.

Wen Zhouzhou enjoyed such a dining atmosphere. She couldn't help thinking of the chattering scene when Shang Jue was in the villa. She felt that it was too comfortable to sit with Shang Jing and have a quiet meal.

She finished eating quickly, holding her chin in one hand and staring at Shang Jing who ate slowly.

In my mind, I couldn't help but picture the thin boy surrounded by hounds.

The heart aches faintly.

It is conceivable that Su Mingyu's original behavior must have caused a serious psychological shadow to Shang Jing's heart.

The anger that had dissipated emerged again.

Shang Jing put down his chopsticks, took a clean napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

In fact, he felt Wen Zhou's eyes, but he thought she would look away soon, but he didn't expect that she would stare at his face all the time.

He lowered his eyes and said, "what is Zhou Zhou looking at?"

Wen Zhou continued to hold his round chin in his hand. He didn't feel embarrassed after such a move was seen through: "look at you."

Shang Jing: "

Her eyebrows were curved, and a smile accumulated in her eyes: "it's very nice."

Wen Zhou didn't lie.

Shang Jing is really good-looking. His facial features are gorgeous and exquisite, but he doesn't feel a little feminine. On the contrary, his eyes are long and narrow, and his whole face is full of heroism.

Shang Jing was moved.

This is the first time someone said he was good-looking.

In particular, this sentence came from Zhou Zhou's mouth.

His eyes followed and fell on the slender white hands. From his perspective, the hands were still full of scars, dense and ugly.

Similarly, there are many crisscross scars on his face.

Wen Zhou noticed that his mood was not quite right, thought of his wrong aesthetic cognition, and understood that it was difficult to correct what Shang Jing had identified for many years.

But she wants to do it bit by bit.

At the same time, she also wanted to know what caused Shang Jing's wrong aesthetic cognition. Was it... His face and hands had been seriously injured?

She's not in a hurry.

She and Shang Jing still have a long time to get along in the future. I hope Shang Jing can finally tell herself this reason.

Shang Jing fell into painful memories.

The little boy, who was only a few years old, was kept in his room by his crazy mother.

At first, the mother just didn't like him and mocked his sarcastic remarks.

Later, the mother's mood became more and more uncontrollable. She began to talk nonsense, scold the servants at home, and then became crazy, even beating and scolding the little boy.

Blood flowed from the back of the boy's hand. It was the skin sharply cut by the blade. One scratch after another appeared on the back of the white and tender hand.

These scratches made the back of the little boy's hand bloody and looked terrible.

In a few days, these wounds will gradually recover and scab.

However, the old injury is just right, and a new injury is added.

With the aggravation of the mother's mental loss of control, the boy was not only scarred on the back of his hand, but also new and old wounds on his body every day, even more and more scars on his face.

So the little boy dared not look in the mirror again.

Because he realized that he was becoming more and more ugly.

But the mother's smile was more and more in the process of torturing him. It was a crazy smile that almost lost his mind, which made the little boy's hair stand on end.

Wen Zhouzhou caught that Shang Jing's mood was not quite right. After guessing that he was mostly trapped in another painful memory, he quickly got up and went over.

At this close proximity, she noticed that Shang Jing's forehead was cold sweat.

"Shang Jing?"

“……”

Wen Zhou was worried and looked at Shang Jing with empty and dull eyes. He reached out to hold his cheek and called again, "Shang Jing?"

Shang Jing: "

The blue housekeeper stood aside and worried: "little business?"

Wen Zhou patted him hard on the cheek and raised the volume: "Shang Jing, wake up!"

Suddenly, Shang Jing's eyes were filled with terrible blood. He vigorously grasped Wen Zhou's slender wrist.

When his mood was out of control, he failed to control his strength, which made Wen Zhou very painful.

White skin, red marks.

He looked at the clear and bright eyes in front of him. In each other's pupils, he saw himself who was evil and terrible.

At that moment, Shang Jing's lost reason came back.

Wen Zhou didn't care about the pain from her wrist. She cared more about Shang Jing immersed in painful memories than this.

It was not easy to pull him out of the painful memory of the last second, but we can't watch him fall into another painful memory.

It seems that Shang Jing has many closed memories.

His situation today is only part of it.

Shang Jing's vision gradually became clear, and the redness in his eyes dissipated a little. When he saw that the person in front of him was Zhou Zhou, he felt the wrist in his hand again, and immediately withdrew his strength.

As soon as he took his hand away, he saw that her white wrist was swollen.

He did it.

The cold eyebrows and eyes were locked with guilt.

Wen Zhou saw that he finally reacted, and his nervous mood relaxed.

Then she gave a lucky smile.

He's fine.

Shang Jing thought her smile was dazzling. When she looked at her red and swollen wrist again, she felt a layer of guilt, took her wrist, massaged her red and swollen position with her finger abdomen, and apologized in a dumb voice: "... Sorry."

Accidentally hurt Zhou Zhou, it's his fault.