Chapter 1883

Chu Boyang's hand holding the car door tightened suddenly.

Ji Fengmian put on his seat belt on his side.

The man straightened up and said to Chu Boyang, "Drive carefully", but when he turned his eyes and saw Chu Boyang's cold and gloomy eyes just now, he was slightly stunned, and looked at Chu Boyang suspiciously.

Chu Boyang closed the car door, and stood in front of the car door for a long time before turning around and getting into the car.

Silently started the car, Ji Fengmian saw that his hand holding the steering wheel was very tight, the veins on the back of his hand also stood out, and the rattling sound was clearly heard.

But his face was the same, very calm, without any waves.

"Is the food here delicious?" Chu Boyang asked after the car drove out for a long time.

"not bad."

"I'll bring you with me next time."

"No. I don't want to come again for the time being."

"Then come back when you want to eat."

Ji Fengmian didn't speak.

"You don't have to drive me out next time."

"next time……"

Chu Boyang repeated, his eyes seemed to be cracked.

Back at the villa, the two of them entered the room, Chu Boyang said to the servant, "Remember to call her for dinner on time", and then went upstairs.

The underlying meaning of these words, there is no need to inform him about dinner.

In fact, he didn't show up for dinner, and he didn't show up at night. Even the milk that had to be brought to her by himself every night was brought in by a servant.

Ji Fengmian held the milk cup in his hand, the temperature was almost the same as the one Chu Boyang brought in every time.

"Don't worry, madam. I watch Mr. heat the milk every day. I know exactly how much to pour, how hot it is, and how long it takes to heat it. You should read a book for another ten minutes before drinking it, right? I reminded him for the first time that maybe When it was too hot, he casually told me."

Ji Fengmian looked down at the milk cup, her five fingers tightened slightly.

The servant hesitated for a while, then said again, "But Ma'am... Mister hasn't had dinner tonight, and he called me to bring you the milk. He has been alone in the study for seven or eight hours. Don’t eat or drink, are you really okay?”

Ji Fengmian looked at the clock next to him, and was silent for a while, "Go and rest first."

Seeing that she didn't respond, the servant responded and left.

Ji Fengmian didn't read as usual, got out of bed, held the glass, and walked to the window.

The moon is bright and the stars are rare.

Rarely good weather.

The lights in the yard downstairs were still on, and two servants walked out carrying garbage bags.

There are murmurs of conversation mixed with occasional laughter.

They are still young.

Live in your own way.

With a garbage bag in his hand, he did a day's work, but he was still alive and happy.

Do they have a bad past?

Probably there are.

You may be hungry, you may not be able to buy your favorite dress, you may have stumbled on the way to realize your dream, you may have a fruitless first love...

But they don't seem to be doing too badly now.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her glass and took a sip of milk.

Sure enough, after so many years of getting used to the temperature of milk, the current temperature is still unaccustomed to hot compared to before.

Withdrawing the glass from her mouth for a few minutes, she looked down and saw the empty glass bottle on the window sill where she had been interviewing.

After staring at it for a few seconds, she put the milk glass aside and picked up the jug.

When she first moved in, she discovered it, but she just thought...it was impossible.

She took away the empty glass bottle he gave her in the orphanage and kept it in the Chu residence.

She didn't bring it when she moved into the Shen's house, and she didn't pay attention to Uncle Chu's later move.

What's more, even if he was taken away by Uncle Chu, how could he escape into Chu Boyang's hands now.

It shouldn't be her...

But when she saw the name she had signed on the wooden lid of the glass bottle, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

After so many years, it turned out to be back in her hands after going round and round.

He put it in front of her.

Ah.

Since receiving this birthday present, she has never made a wish.

He would fulfill the wish he promised her to put in the jar at the beginning, and she didn't take it seriously, but later she only cared about being angry with him.

When we met again later, she didn't have anything in particular she wanted at the beginning, the Chu family never lacked anything for her, and Chu Boyang had no chance to use this bottle for her at that time.

now……

He gently groped the smooth body of the glass with his fingertips.

I don't know if this bottle will be as useful as he said back then.

Outside the window, two servants walked back after throwing out the trash, talking and laughing.

She retracted her gaze, put the glass bottle back, and picked up the milk glass again.

After drinking the milk, Chu Boyang still didn't come in at nine o'clock.

At half past nine, still nothing.

Ten o'clock, still nothing.

Ji Fengmian's complexion was getting worse and worse, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

After midnight, the bedroom door was finally opened gently.

A tall and slender figure slowly approached the bed, and finally stopped in front of Ji Fengmian's bed.

The auxiliary light in the room was still on, and he could clearly see Ji Fengmian's sleeping face clearly.

Even sleeping is so indifferent and indifferent, the expression of the facial features is completely the same as the indifference in the past, even the brows have not changed.

His eyes fell on her exposed shoulders, he bent over and gently pulled the quilt up.

But seeing her shoulders at a close distance, those dark eyes hidden under the faint light seemed to collide in groups, and the brow bones jumped clearly.

The hand holding the quilt was clenched instantly, with great strength and trembling, and finally the quilt was gently dropped on her shoulders.

After doing such a simple action, a layer of sweat had already oozed from Chu Boyang's face.

Finally, he bent down a few points, supported the edge of the bed, and slowly sat down on the ground.

He stared sideways at Ji Fengmian's sleeping face for a long time, with his arms resting on his bent legs, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The image of that man touching her this afternoon is in my mind.

Whenever he touches her, he has to be nervous and careful for a long time.

But that man dared to touch her so openly.

She had been with Shen Defan for so many years, and he kept forcing himself not to think about what happened in between.

She asked if he didn't care?

he cares.

How could he not care that she had the rightful intimate contact with other men.

It was something he had and lost.

What he longed for was easily obtained by others...

But what can he do, he still wants her.

But she just wouldn't listen.

She still wants to continue meeting with that man.

She thought again...

His eyes suddenly blinked as if they were being stabbed, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

She thought...does she want to choose another man just like that time, and force him to leave helplessly?

If this time, will it really be a lifetime?

He raised his hand to touch Ji Fengmian's face, but stopped in the end.

He can no longer allow himself any chance of hurting her.

One night, Chu Boyang locked himself in the study, forcibly restraining the raging fire hovering in his chest.

He couldn't help but wanted to rush out, whether it was the man or her, he had to make it clear to him.

He wanted to take off that man's hand, but if he did that, Ah Mian would definitely accuse him, scold him, remember to hate him more, and even take this opportunity to get rid of him.

He also wanted to ask her why she met another man, had dinner together, and allowed him to touch her!

Do you still have to repeat the same tricks to make him leave?

But he can't be impulsive, he can't hurt her, he is not sure if he will lose control and hurt her.

He thinks he won't, but he can't just think.

He didn't know what to do with her.

No one can mess with it.

No matter what you say or do, there is no room for rebuttal.

Very stubborn.

After more than twenty years, he still hasn't figured out how to deal with her.

He didn't know what else to do besides the old way of pestering her.

Before going to sleep, Ji Fengmian had something on her mind, and fell asleep for a while, but subconsciously was waiting for something.

Turning over in the middle of the night, with my elbows leaning towards the other half of the bed, it was empty and empty.

After two or three attempts, my heart was also empty, and finally I opened my eyes in a state of distraught.

Seeing that the other side of the bed was still empty, she frowned.

It was already dimly lit outside the window.

Turning over to sit up, he turned around to turn up the light, but saw a black shadow sitting under the bed.

She gasped, and a chilly numbness spread all over her body for a moment, heading straight to the top of her head.

Chu Boyang only planned to cover her with the quilt again after she turned over, but he didn't expect her to wake up.

It is now late autumn, approaching winter, and the sky outside the window looks like five or six o'clock. She usually wakes up around seven o'clock.

He stood up with some difficulty propping up on the edge of the bed, bent over to look at her, his voice was hoarse and low.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

Ji Fengmian could see his face clearly, her hands and feet were cold, she suddenly reached out and slapped him hard on the face.

The sound is extraordinarily crisp.

Chu Boyang paused, looked at Ji Fengmian's blue face, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, her body was also trembling faintly.

"Feel sorry……"

He held her in his arms, his arms tightened very tightly.

Ji Fengmian was frightened, and after a long while, she gradually felt the pain from his confinement.

"Are you trying to strangle me?!"

Ji Fengmian struggled a few times, her voice was hoarse as if she had just woken up, with obvious anger.

Chu Boyang loosened his strength in the next second.

Ji Fengmian pushed her away, tied up her messy hair, and looked at him coldly.

"You sat there all night?"

Chu Boyang shook his head, "No...one night."

"I went to bed after ten o'clock last night..." She paused, then turned her head to the side, "You're not here."

Ji Fengmian's voice sounded a bit awkward, but it shocked Chu Boyang's heart, and joy welled up like a fountain.

"You... have been waiting for me?"

Ji Fengmian was silent for a while, then turned to look at him, "I'm afraid you'll wake me up after I fall asleep first!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Chu Boyang's lips.

"It's my fault, I won't do it next time."

Ji Fengmian frowned, grabbed the quilt and lay down again.

"Get out if you don't sleep."