Jing Lei never went to see Ning Huan again. He only heard that Ning Huan committed suicide using a medicine specially prepared by the Spanish government forces. He did not leave any words behind, whether it was a sophistry or an admission.
The woman he had loved for two years suddenly died without warning. She suddenly appeared in his world, but now she suddenly left, just like her usual personality, paranoid and stubborn.
However, he didn't understand that Ning Huan didn't leave any words to Jue Mo, not a word. He often sat in Ning Huan's room, and what he saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows was the huge lawn in the distance. Occasionally, there were people in the room.
Have fun over there.
When he passed Ning Huan's room in the past, he would see her standing there smiling. He had always been curious about what she saw. Now, he understood. What Ning Huan wanted was a simple happiness, just for her.
However, it is the most difficult to obtain.
"Jing Lei." Zixuan walked past Ning Huan's room and walked in.
"How is your injury?" Jing Lei nodded slightly, with a respectful attitude. He was actually very grateful to Zixuan for taking action last time. If he hadn't responded in time, things would have gotten out of hand.
"It's okay, Jue Mo is making such a fuss." Zixuan shook his head with a look of helplessness. In fact, his injuries were not serious and did not require special care at all. He just suffered from the recurrence of new injuries and some old injuries.
It only burned for two days.
"Master is also worried about you." Jingyu walked over expressionlessly, stood in front of Zixuan, and gave a sharp half-bow, "Thank you."
This is his gratitude for his dereliction of duty and his gratitude to Zixuan.
Zixuan shrugged and replied calmly, "Jue Mo is my friend. I'm just helping my friend." In one sentence, he easily took credit for his own achievements.
Jing Lei has always felt that he knows how to read people. He is used to seeing all kinds of people around Jue Mo. People in the underworld are always the best at hiding their feelings, but Jing Lei can always detect something. But for Zixuan
, but he could never see through it. This cold and unfeeling noble prince could always hide his true emotions, making them unpredictable.
"Jing Lei, have you ever thought about why you stay with Jue Mo?" Zixuan suddenly walked to the bookshelf and asked casually.
"Huh?" Jing Lei didn't seem to expect to be asked such a question. In fact, he had never thought about the reason. By the time he thought about this problem, he had already become Jue Mo's right-hand man.
"With the abilities and skills of you and Jing Yu, even without Jue Mo, they would not be inferior to others." Zixuan's voice was cold and his eyes were as bright as a torch, as if he wanted to see through Jing Lei's eyes.
Jing Lei was shocked and took a step back involuntarily. Zixuan's deep gaze made him slightly stunned, almost being sucked into his deep dark brown pupils.
"I will not betray the master." Jing Lei clenched his fists, straightened his back, and said with full force. For him, the most important person is the master. It was the master who gave him a second life. The master not only
Is he a Bole or a benefactor?
The low laughter echoed in Ning Huan's room, making Jing Lei even have the illusion for a moment that Ning Huan was also laughing at him and laughing at his foolish loyalty.
"I don't quite understand, what do you mean by that?" Jing Lei took a step forward and looked at Zixuan at eye level, his eyes shining with determination and persistence.
"It's nothing interesting, just a little curious. Between Ning Huan and Jue Mo, you chose Jue Mo. So if Ning Huan was replaced by Jing Yu, what would you choose?" Zixuan finished speaking, without waiting for Jing Lei's answer.
Then he turned around and left, leaving only an indifferent figure behind him.
Jing Lei, on the other hand, was shocked to the spot by Zixuan's question. He had really never considered this issue.
The two brothers have been dependent on each other since they were born. Jingyu has been in poor health since he was a child, so he started working for Jingyu at a very young age. Jingyu always raised his head and looked at Jinglei with big bright eyes.
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Later, their brothers were selected by their master and stayed with him. Jing Lei suddenly couldn't remember whether Jing Yu had objected to staying with his master. Although they gained a lot, they lost their freedom because their lives were no longer
What belongs to them is their master's. Even though the master treats them as brothers, they still abide by the distinction between master and servant and dare not break the rules easily.
"Brother?" Jingyu passed by and saw Jinglei standing alone in Ning Huan's room in a daze, and frowned slightly. He rarely saw Jinglei looking so thoughtful.
"Jing Yu." Jing Lei walked to the door and stared at Jing Yu intently, "Have you ever regretted coming to the mafia with me?"
This is a conversation they have never had between brothers. They have not even talked about things other than work for a long time. The most they talk about is gangs and turf wars. Because they live together, they rarely even interfere.
The other person’s diet and daily life, or maybe this is the way men get along with each other.
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Jingyu smiled, shook her head and looked like a fool, "Get down quickly, the boss is looking for you."
"Yeah, okay." Jing Lei nodded, closed the door to Ning Huan's room with his backhand, and hurried downstairs.
Because of this, he didn't see Jing Yu's gloomy and unpredictable expression. He snorted coldly and walked upstairs.
It wasn't until there was no sound of their footsteps that a figure came out from the corner. Zixuan frowned and looked in the direction where Jingyu left, thinking for a long time.