Chapter 257: I have suffered a loss. Doesn’t Mr. Ji know it very well?
The moment the shattering sound sounded, the person lying on the bed sat up in shock.
No sleepiness at all.
He stared at the door like a frightened bird, not daring to move.
The only sound left in the quiet bedroom was the heavy breathing of the two of them.
Ji Mingzong stood at the door, looking at the broken vase on the ground, his heart trembling uncontrollably. Where did the vase fall on the ground? It was clearly smashed into his heart, causing his broken heart to be torn into pieces by five horses, and blood flowed from the cuts.
Is she so guarded against him?
How ridiculous.
The former lover has now become a stranger with many precautions. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
The pain he had been waiting for for five years was not as intense as Ji Lan's vase.
Avoid him, guard against him, as if he is some heinous sinner who will sneak into the room at midnight and kill her.
How cruel is Ji Lan?
How cruel!
The corridor lamp was dim, and the man standing at the door with his back to the faint light was staring at Ji Lan like a ghost in the dark night, glowing with a fierce and green light.
I wish I could rush in and strangle her and kill her in the next second.
As for Ji Lan, who was on the bed, her back was tense and her hands holding the quilt had distinct joints. If the bedroom hadn't been too dark, you would have seen the veins popping up on the back of her hands.
She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe quickly.
She was afraid that she would inadvertently anger him and let him rush in and tear her to pieces.
After a long time, there was a slight sarcasm from the flat bottom, and the man moved his toes slightly and kicked the broken vase.
The shattering sound of restraint seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul, telling his grievances and unwillingness: "Killing can only be done with a nod of the head."
"And you, Ji Lan, can bear to cut me to pieces silently."
"I, Ji Mingzong, think that I am not a kind person in this life. I am rebellious and disown my relatives. But for you, I hold a sincere heart in my hand and send it to you, but you abandon it like a piece of shit. You just don't want it, and you throw it away. Trampled on the ground! ”
"Jilan!" The angry shout spread from the door of the guest bedroom, alerting the servants who were keeping watch downstairs.
The person sitting on the porch to rest suddenly raised his head and looked upstairs.
I held my breath and just wanted to hear the details.
A child's cry came from the direction of the master bedroom.
At the door of the guest bedroom, both of them heard it.
Ji Mingzong stared at Ji Lan silently, hoping that she would get up and take care of the little guy in the master bedroom even if she didn't come to say anything to him.
But he is delusional! What a delusion!
Ji Lan was still sitting on the bed motionless. Under the shadow, she didn't even move to lift the quilt.
So heartless!
So indifferent.
She turned a blind eye to her son's cries, just like a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Within a moment, the guest bedroom door was slammed shut.
Almost instantly, Ji Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense back leaned against the head of the bed like a deflated rubber ball.
After three to five minutes of silence, I turned on the light on the bedside table, lifted the quilt, and tidied up for a while before getting out of bed in the kitchen.
At the door of the master bedroom, the little guy's voice came sobbing and calling for daddy.
Ji Mingzong suppressed his emotions and responded to him.
The coaxing vocabulary is unfamiliar and stiff.
When Ji Lan pushed the door open and walked in, the little guy called out "Mama". Ji Mingzong paused slightly while holding the little guy's hand. He glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of Ji Lan coming towards them out of the corner of his eye.
I feel very unhappy in my heart.
She doesn't care, he feels uncomfortable!
She doesn't care, and he feels uncomfortable too!
Comparing the former with the latter, no matter where the answer is, it shows that he is not important enough.
"What's wrong?" Ji Lan responded softly, tying up her hair with the elastic band between her wrists.
Take the little guy from Ji Mingzong.
The little guy was crying with snot and tears. Ji Lan silently pulled two tissues over his face in disgust and wiped it clean first.
"I miss my grandpa and grandma."
"I had a very sad dream. When I woke up, my father was not here, and I was scared!" "Dreams are the opposite," Ji Lan reached out to throw away the tissue.
After looking around, she realized that this was not Nanyang. In the house where she had stayed with her children for a long time, all the decorations were done by her. But this was not Nanyang.
Just as Ji Lan was about to hold the tissue in his hand, a big hand stretched out in front of him.
Ji Mingzong stared at her silently.
After a moment, she placed the balled up tissue in his palm.
"Thank you!"
"You're so polite!" Ji Mingzong's mood was hard to describe that night.
Ji Lan was so angry that she had to act in front of her children.
"Really?" the little guy asked twitchingly.
"Really!"
"I want to call my grandparents."
"It's too late. We'll talk about it tomorrow," Ji Lan coaxed him: "How about you get some sleep before playing? Grandpa and grandma need to rest too! They are old and will die if they stay up late!"
The little guy was stunned. When he heard the word "die", he opened his mouth and cried out.
Mr. Ji: "Are you so good at coaxing children?"
"Cry! As you cry, dawn will come," Ji Lan didn't bother to talk to him and told the little guy seriously what was about to happen.
The little guy choked up and looked at Ji Lan with watery eyes: "Then I want to sleep with mom."
"No."
"Why?"
"I deserved it for more than four years. It's your dad's turn to deserve it."
Ji Lan lifted up the gray quilt and patted the bed, letting the little guy lie down in it.
Force him to sleep!
Less than two minutes after being put to sleep, light snoring sounded from the bedroom.
The battle of wits and courage between mother and son a second ago was turned into ashes at this moment.
But a few days ago, he asked Zhang Ying, was it easy to take care of the children when they were young?
How did Zhang Ying respond?
He thought for a moment before saying: "Whoever takes the lead in his turn will get retribution."
"It can't make you die immediately, but it can definitely make you live for a short time."
He elaborated on the situation of his youngest son. All the kind words and advice from his father and grandparents were not worth a slap from his own mother.
Have a good day's work.
Only after I became a father did I realize that scientific child rearing was either nonsense or could not be applied to boys.
And obviously, Ji Lan also has his own way of treating the little guy.
After a moment, Ji Lan stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing Ji Mingzong standing still, he calmed down.
His steps were a little faster when he turned around.
The person who left the bedroom and walked to the living room just breathed a sigh of relief.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Ji Mingzong dragged her wrist into the guest room.
The pace was so fast that she staggered slightly.
"Ji Mingzong! Slow down."
At midnight, there was a young son at home. When Ji Lan spoke, his tone was deliberately lowered, so that his words did not sound the least bit intimidating.
"Why?" Beside the guest bedroom door, Ji Mingzong pressed her wrist against the wall, his tone was dark and terrifying: "Why?"
Ji Lan didn't get stubborn, but sighed softly: "Are you used to it?"
"What are you used to? Are you used to being on guard against others?"
Ji Lan raised his eyes and looked at him. His calm gaze was in sharp contrast to Mr. Ji's coldness: "It is essential to be on guard against others. I have suffered losses before. Doesn't Mr. Ji know that very well?"