"Xiao Ci!"
Jing Rong arrived a step slower than Jing Yan. He walked towards Dong Ci in a hurry and hugged her.
"sorry."
Somehow, Dong Ci felt that his hands were shaking. He kept repeating these three words in her ears, and the hand around her waist kept tightening, as if he was going to squeeze her into her bones.
"I'm fine." This was the first time Dong Ci saw such a panic look on this arrogant man. She gently held his hand, only to find it was cold.
"Sometimes, I really hate you." This is what Jing Rong said when he pulled her and passed by Jing Yan.
Jingyan smiled lightly, as if he couldn't see the indifference on Jingrong's face. He glanced at Dong Ci leisurely, and his thin lips curved into a soft smile.
For some reason, Dong Ci only felt numb in his back.
“…”
In the evening, Jing Rong did not go to the study for the first time to do some work. After taking a shower, he sat on the window sill, his long legs slightly bent, his chin propped up and he didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were smoky, dark and empty.
He is so silent and quiet. If you can ignore the loneliness around him, it is indeed very pleasing to the eye.
"Ah Rong—"
Dong Ci walked to his side and gently put her hand on his shoulder. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but her intuition told her that he was not happy at this time.
Jing Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing her voice. He slowly looked sideways at Dong Ci, then took her hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
His embrace was not as warm as before, and was even a little cold.
"Does it still hurt here?"
Jing Rong used his fingertips to push back the hair on the side of her neck. There was a small trace of blood left there, which was left by Mike the second he was shot in the head by Jing Yan.
Dong Ci shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Medicine had just been applied there, and a bit of cool air penetrated along the gap in the wound, making it itchy and numb.
In fact, it was a lie to say that it didn't hurt. Dong Ci just didn't want to make him so sad anymore.
Such an arrogant and wanton man is really not suitable to appear in such a low-profile way.
Dong Ci didn't know how to comfort him, or what she said was right at the moment, so she turned around and hugged him, burying her face in his neck.
She breathed in the faint sandalwood fragrance on his body and spoke very softly. "Arong, don't be sad, okay?"
"I'm not sad."
Jing Rong's back was a little stiff, he put his chin on the top of her head and said in a hoarse voice. "I'm just scared."
Because, he almost lost her.
He was still thinking about what happened at noon today, when he witnessed the bullet piercing Dong Ci's face and heading towards Mike in the car. The blood splattered at that moment almost made his heart stop beating.
When Jing Rong was in the United States, he was always accompanied by a bodyguard. That bodyguard protected him for a long time, grew up with him, and taught him kung fu. But later, the bodyguard was kidnapped and used as a hostage.
Jing Rong has a weak temperament, which leads to his ruthlessness. He was careless and calm in everything he did. No matter how dangerous the environment he faced when he went on a mission, he always remained like this and never panicked.
Until he held a wooden warehouse and pointed at the robber behind him through the bodyguard's figure. At that moment, he had to admit that he was a little panicked.
Why are you panicking? Because I care and don't want him to die.
Just because he cared, he lost his composure and decisiveness. He could not point his wooden mouth at the robber indifferently, and began to hesitate about what kind of situation he should take to avoid accidentally injuring the bodyguard, so... he missed .
The bodyguard died, the robber died, and Jing Rong's last trace of emotion also disappeared.
It is said that those who are hard-hearted will win the world, and those who are gentle will win God.
Jingyan once told him that if he wanted to become strong, he must become ruthless. Only those who are strong without desire will not be threatened by anyone.
"Without desires and needs, don't you feel lonely?"
At that time, Jingyan smiled and said. "Not just loneliness, but despair."
"Are you lonely then?"
"I have Jojo."
"Then I don't need to be lonely, I also want a 'Jojo'."
"But you can't have anything now, because you can only have her when you are strong enough."
“…”
At the time, these words sounded a little contradictory to Jing Rong, but she understood them later when she met Dong Ci.
He should be grateful 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 a weakness, and he could no longer be as indifferent as he once was.
Just like what happened today.
If the first person to arrive was not Jingyan but him, then he would never have dared to blow Dong Ci's head off so decisively in front of him. He would still be in the same situation as when he faced the bodyguard, even more panicked, and in the end he could only be controlled by Mike.
It was precisely because Jingyan thought of this that he tripped him up and came first.
He seems gentle, but in fact he is cold-hearted. He has no affection for Dong Ci and does not care about her life or death. That is why he opened the wooden warehouse so decisively and did not allow the slightest threat to appear.
Life and death are only in an instant. If there is the slightest deviation in that wooden warehouse, or if Mike reacts in time and uses Dong Ci to block the wooden warehouse, or if Dong Ci suddenly resists and unfortunately hits the wooden warehouse, then tonight, facing Jing Rong It will just be a cold corpse.
No one knew how quiet his world was at that moment. He almost thought that he... was about to lose her, just like the bodyguard who died in his hands due to negligence.
Jing Rong would not tell Dong Ci that she almost became a dead soul under Jing Yan's wooden barn today. This would only make her more afraid of him and even leave a shadow.
He didn't want her Xiaoci to feel uncomfortable, so let him cover the dark sides for her that she couldn't bear!
"I promise you I won't put you in this kind of danger a second time."
In the past, he didn't have much feelings for the Jing family, but now he hates the surname on his head.
It's just that he can't destroy the darkness left by his family, so he can only try to change it. He may not be afraid of the darkness, but he cannot let her kindness be contaminated.
Jing Rong moved the finger with the word 'kindness' tattooed on it and smiled silently.
He suddenly discovered that the word 'compassion' not only represented his small kindness, but also reminded him of the need for mercy.
It's just that his compassion is only for Dong Ci.
…
This year Jingzhai’s Chinese New Year was very lively, both Qiao Qiao and Jing Yan were there. The only pity is that my loving mother will never appear again.
Dong Ci is not a good cook, and Qiao Qiao is not very good at cooking, let alone Jing Rong and Jing Yan. If the master chef in the kitchen hadn't left, they really don't know how to solve their meal today.
From time to time, brilliant fireworks shot up in the sky outside the window, and from time to time there was the sound of firecrackers. The little wolf was so scared that he shrank into a ball and kept moving closer to Jingyan.
In order to make it more festive, Dong Ci and Qiao Qiao discussed it and decided to make dumplings by themselves.
Although the dumplings made by Dong Ci were not pretty, she would help her mother press the dumplings every New Year. Over time, she would always press the dumplings quickly and roundly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
There were firecrackers not far away again. The sound was obviously not loud, but the little wolf still whimpered and rubbed Jingyan's calf. At that time, Jingyan was sitting next to Qiaoqiao watching her making dumplings. He lowered his eyes slightly after hearing the sound. Picked up the husky on the ground.
"It seems to like you very much."
During this period of contact, Dong Ci was no longer as afraid of Jingyan as he was at the beginning. Especially every time she saw him holding the little wolf in his arms to comfort her, she felt that he was a particularly gentle person.
"Maybe." Jingyan's slender fingertips stroked the little wolf's shiny hair, and his thin lips were slightly curved, very softly.
Tonight was destined to be a lively night, because after the reunion dinner, Su Tang called and invited them to her home. In addition to them, she also invited many other friends.
"Sister Xiaoci, I made a lot of cookies and delicious drinks. They are all acquaintances. You must come."
Su Tang had a wide circle of friends. By the time Jing Rong and Dong Ci arrived, there were already many people in the hall. They were said to be acquaintances, but Dong Ci really didn't know many of them.
This place is not smaller than Jingzhai, but the decoration is very warm, especially today. Su Tang has hung balloons and lanterns in the hall. Dong Ci was not paying attention and tripped over the piles of small balloons underneath.
"ah-"
Following an exclamation not far away, there was the sound of balloons being stepped on and bursting in the hall. But this sound was quickly covered up by the sound of music and crowds in the hall, but Dong Ci still heard a complaint.
Dong Ci heard the news and went to find Yan Ningshuang holding An Chengfeng in a weird posture. She also quickly spotted Dong Ci, waved to her, and dragged An Chengfeng beside her towards the two of them.
"I didn't expect you guys to come too."
There was something wrong with Yan Ningshuang's walking posture. When An Chengfeng saw a seat next to her, he pulled her and motioned for her to sit down.
"I won't sit down, I'll let you hold me up!" Yan Ningshuang didn't even look at the seat, and even got closer to him, smiling proudly and provocatively.
"What's wrong with you?"
We haven’t seen each other for a while, have they developed so quickly? Dong Ci suppressed the curiosity in his heart and didn't ask. He took a plate of snacks next to him and stuffed a piece into Jing Rong's mouth.
"That little bastard Su Tang threw too many balloons on the ground. I tripped over a balloon when I entered the door just now. Just now, I tripped over another balloon and twisted my foot."
"Who asked you to wear such high shoes?" An Chengfeng stiffly let her carry it on her shoulder, and glanced at the shoes she was wearing with some disgust.
Indeed, tripping over a balloon is not a big problem. The most serious thing is to burst the balloon, but the heels of the shoes she wears are extremely high. If she is not careful, she can get her ankles broken.
The atmosphere between the two was no longer as tense as before. Yan Ningshuang had resumed her previous entanglement with An Chengfeng, but An Chengfeng no longer looked at her with so much disgust.
It just looked like he still didn't accept her.
“…”