"I don't! It's just... he is my brother. He will look down and see him in the future. How can I raise my head in front of him?" Wen Jin couldn't say that he was not angry. How could he tell others about the private matters in the bedroom? And she told her brother that she was speechless and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in!

"I need to lend you the carriage to you and chase after me. First, I explain to him that you did not dislike his small size. It was forced to help me get Xiao. Second, I let him, who was wet by the rain, come up to the carriage to hide from the rain and give him warmth." Fu Jingheng said, his face gradually became cold, and a hint of mocking appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My carriage is very spacious. After you have let go of your past grudges, you can make a last time in the carriage and reminisce about the past."

Wen Jin looked at Fu Jingheng for a long time with his eyes staring at Fu Jingheng's Junyan, and was so angry that she felt so painful that she was so angry that she laughed. In an impulse, she stopped accepting it and said slowly: "Where is your carriage?"

"You!" Fu Jingheng's arms trembled. He thought she would lower her eyebrows and be pleasing to the eye. He explained that Qixiu was so... shameless, "Wen Jin!"

Wen Jin leaned his body halfway and looked outside the inn. He saw the carriage on the inn and the horse was eating grass under the inn shed.

"I'll go." After seeing the carriage clearly, Wen Jin turned his toes and took a step towards the stairs leading downstairs.

As soon as his wrists were tightened, Fu Jingheng grabbed her, "Where are you going in the middle of the night!"

"Go to chase Jiang Huaizhou and tell him that I have never said I would like to say that he is small and help you get that... Xiao... was forced. I will let him get on the carriage and shelter from the rain. Then, after resolving his past grudges with him, I will have the last time in your carriage with him."

Who can't say bad words?

She would even say.

I just kept feeling sorry for Fu Jingheng. I knew that he had a headache when he was angry, so I couldn't bear to say harsh words to him.

But tonight, Fu really made her angry.

"Wen..." Fu Jingheng really didn't expect that Wen Jin, who had always been gentle to him, would resist him. He suddenly felt a sudden grip in his heart, unable to accept her inappropriateness!

The palms are gone.

"I have to hurry, otherwise I will not be able to catch up if he goes away!" Wen Jin took advantage of his loss of consciousness and broke free from his restraints, and his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Fu Jingheng looked at her gradually distant back, and his figure suddenly shook, and he was as anxious as if he was back in the cold palace when he was young, with his nose and eyes being beaten, and his body was swelling under the cold wall.

【Your mother doesn’t want you anymore, you are a bastard who no one wants!!】

[Your father is a foolish monarch, he deserves to die! Bah!]

[No one wants to be friends with you. We think you are disgusting and have lost your identity!]

The words of those who bullied him echoed in Fu Jingheng's ears.

At that time, under the bleak moonlight in winter, a shadow covered his body. He thought that the bully was back, so he hugged his head and shrank, but what fell was not fists, but a steamed bun handed to his face.

He raised his head and saw Wen Jin blushing under the moonlight for the first time. She stuffed the steamed bun into his hand, who was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen eyes, and said to him: Brother Heng is not a wild breed that no one wants. Jin'er and Brother Heng are good friends...

The past was circling in his mind, and Fu Jingwang's head suddenly stinged, and a roar broke out in his throat. He trembled his arms and stepped back to the guest room in a panic.

Wen...she is gone.

I went to chase Jiang Huaizhou and abandoned him!

Wen has been cheating on my feelings!

She is a spy!

She betrayed me!

Severe mania and headache swept Fu Jingheng. He waved the tea set on the table with his hand, his palm was cut by debris and bleeding. He leaned on the table, as if he was murmured, "Wen...she doesn't want me anymore..."

Wen Jin went down the stairs, borrowed an umbrella to the shopkeeper's office, and carried it to the edge of the stable. There was a glass brooch on the ground, which was on the cloak given to her by Jiang Huaizhou. It was probably because Jiang Qianma left.

Wen Jin bent down and held the glass brooch in his hand, thinking that he would return the maid to Jiang Huaizhou again if he returned to the palace tomorrow.

Wen Jin walked to Junshang's carriage, lifted up the curtain, took off a thin blanket from the carriage, then carefully held it in his arms, and then walked quickly towards the inn with an umbrella.

He returned the umbrella to the shopkeeper's office, then stepped up the stairs and went upstairs to the guest room of the king. He gently pushed the door and saw debris on the ground, and the tea sets and cups were smashed by Fu Jingheng.

Fu Jingheng leaned on the table and whispered violently.

Wen Jin's heart tightened, and an unbearable feeling suddenly rose.

Wen Jin understood what she said to Fu Jingheng just now. Her words made Fu Jingheng furious and suffered severe bipolar and headache. Although he looked cold on the outside, he was actually afraid of loneliness and being alone. She knew his pain very well, so she stabbed him with her own hands.

Hearing the footsteps, Fu Jingheng landed his scarlet eyes on Wen Jin. His eyes suddenly moved. When he saw her, he looked a little surprised. Then he saw her holding the brooch on the cloak given by Jiang Huaizhou, and his whole body was wrapped in turmoil.

Fu Jingheng suddenly approached Wen Jin.

Wen Jin shrank, and he was angrily bullying her. She quickly stepped back until her back was against the wall and could not retreat. "You... don't come here..."

Fu Jingheng walked closer, suddenly pulled up her wrist, snatched the glass brooch from her with his blood-stained fingers, and pinched it angrily under her hands.

His narrow eyes were staring at her like blood.

It is undeniable that this is the first time Wen Jin has seen his violent temper. She was so scared that she was shocked, her eyes turned a little red, and he could easily tear her apart.

However, even though he was angry, he did not hit her. His hand was cut by the glass brooch. He angrily threw the glass brooch to the ground, and the glass splashed everywhere.

Wen Jin shrank and held her breath and shouted: "Fu..."

Fu Jingheng said sternly: "I just don't let you wear the clothes he bought, I just don't let you wear the brooch he gave me! I threw the brooch, are you feeling uncomfortable? I cry to show me!"

Wen Jin was so angry that she had disobeyed his intentions for the first time. Now she didn't know how to deal with this result, and her body couldn't help but tremble violently, "Fu... calm down... I'm afraid you're like this..."

"Didn't you go to find him? Are you going to do it with him on my carriage? Go! Get out! What are you doing when you come back!"

Fu Jingheng's clenched fist suddenly fell on the wall next to Wen Jin's face, making a thud.

The palm wind gently floated Wen Jin's hair. She was afraid. She didn't know what to do. When she realized it, she threw herself into his cold arms and stretched out her thin arms to tightly hold his tight waist.

Fu Jingheng stood coldly, not hugging her. His heavy breathing dropped a little coldness on the top of her neck.

"I won't get out...I won't go anywhere. I won't get out..." Wen Jin hugged his waist tightly.
Chapter completed!