The servant took two steps back, dropped the towel in his hand, and scattered the ice cubes. He apologized hurriedly, "I'm sorry, miss, I... I didn't mean it!"
"You're clumsy!" Bai Qiuling glared at the servant, "You haven't even brought a new towel!"
The servant trotted away and brought a new towel after a while. Bai Qiuling took the towel with her own hands and helped Ji Jing apply it on her face. Ji Zichuan asked about the specific situation, and Ji Jing explained the matter briefly, crying and cursing.
Of course, if she doesn't know the truth, she just blames everything on Gu Yu.
"In the past, Zi Ming was very kind to me, but this bitch... If it weren't for her, how could Zi Ming hit me..." Her face hurt, and she couldn't help but curse out, "This bastard, he was too cruel..." It hurts me so much... Huh, what's so great about it, who cares! If I go to see him again, my surname will not be Ji!"
"Xiao Jing!" Ji Zichuan immediately comforted him, "When a man is not impulsive, if you lose your temper in public like this, he will definitely feel embarrassed. Men like Chen Ziming will of course value face more than anyone else. "Chong, you are really too impulsive this time!"
"Hmph!" Bai Qiuling suddenly looked unhappy, "What you are saying is, is it possible that when we see our man with another woman, we women don't have the right to lose our temper? Is it possible that we have to wait for the other person? Is there a bastard outside?"
"What are you talking about? I mean Zi Ming, why did you involve me?"
"Why don't you let people tell you if you've done something bad?"
"You... are unreasonable!"
"I'm unreasonable. You're flirting with women outside behind my back. Are you still reasonable?"
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Ji Jing failed to persuade her, so Bai Qiuling and Ji Zichuan started to quarrel.
"So annoying!"
Ji Jing frowned and stood up, turned around and ran upstairs.
Bai Qiuling looked at her daughter and glared at her husband angrily, "It's all your fault!"
"Obviously you are the one who insists on bringing the matter to me. I am helping you with the affairs but not the marriage!" Ji Zichuan snorted coldly and turned around to go upstairs.
"You... you... a bunch of white-eyed wolves!"
Bai Qiuling's chest heaved with anger, and she slammed the towel in her hand onto the ice bucket.
In the room upstairs, Mr. Ji listened to the quarrel downstairs, shook his head, let out a long sigh, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched the yellowed photo in his hand.
"Zilin, it's all dad's fault. Dad shouldn't have driven you away in the first place. Dad now... really misses you when you were at home."
In the photo, the young girl raised her lips and smiled brightly. She was Ning Xiaofei's mother, Ji Zilin, who died young.
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Lanting Apartment.
Ning Xiaofei came out of the bathroom and saw Mu Tianye playing with her glass bottle containing the paper crane.
"Don't touch my things!"
She immediately came over, took the bottle away from his hand, and held it in her arms.
The bottles are either the notes he left for her, or the poems in the text messages he sent her that she copied on the notes... One by one, they are all folded into paper cranes and put in the bottles. Now there are quite a few of them in various colors. The paper cranes are overlapped together and look very beautiful.
Pulling her to sit on his lap, Mu Tianye raised his palm to help her comb her hair back, bent down and buried his nose in her hair, sniffed gently, and then wrote a The note was delivered to her.
Ning Xiaofei unfolded the note and looked at it, then put the bottle aside and folded it carefully.