"Tell him, is this still called absconding?" Jing Jiaren threw all the clothes out of the closet and began to tie them.
SUN was not idle either, helping from the sidelines.
SUN was not strong enough, so Jing Jiaren asked him to tie the knot, while she was responsible for pulling the knot firmly.
Ximen Fenglie seemed to have lost his soul, his face was dull and dull.
[I know that you were also very distressed when you kicked those two children away. 】
[No man is willing to kick the child out of the belly of his most beloved woman...it must be more painful than killing yourself, right?]
With a sweeping sweep of his big hand, all the documents and books in front of him fell to pieces.
Ximen Fenglie stood up and pushed the lamp and teacup to the ground one by one.
Vic was shocked that only Mr. Ximen in his youth could be so impulsive and vent his anger in such a reckless way.
Later, Miss JANE said she didn't like it...so he changed it.
Ximen Fenglie stumbled a few steps, and everything he saw was smashed to pieces by him.
He walked to the oil painting and stared at the woman smiling calmly in the painting.
His fists hit the wall one after another.
There are hard reliefs on the rock wall. If you hit it with your fist, you will be immediately covered with blood.
Ximen Fenglie started banging his head against the wall. This scene shocked Vic.
Many years ago, after the owner kicked off the child, he also tortured himself like this...
But even if he really kills himself alive, his child will never come back.
"Master, stop!" Vic stepped forward and pulled him regardless of the distinction between master and servant.
Ximen Fenglie seemed to be stuck in the memories of the past and couldn't extricate himself.
The bone-eroding pain coursed through his blood, the pain he had suppressed for so many years...
…
Jing Jiaren opened the window and put down the rope made of clothes.
There are countless clothes in the cabinet, so the rope made is long enough...
"My dear," SUN glanced at it and clicked his tongue, "This is the fourth floor, and there are thorns below."
There are rose bushes all down there...
"Don't worry, there's someone below to help you." Jing Jiaren reassured, "Mom won't let you be in danger."
"SUN is not worried about himself. What SUN is worried about is..." SUN pointed at Jing Jiaren's belly.
"Mom has a way."
Jing Jiaren found a bucket and wrapped it tightly with clothes to prevent it from becoming weak.
"SUN, sit in the bucket and try..."
…
Vic hugged Ximen Fenglie tightly from behind: "Master, if Miss Jane sees you like this, she will definitely be sad."
[If she is still alive, she definitely doesn’t want you to live in hatred and be so unhappy.]
Ximen Fenglie's back was arched, his forehead was still pressed against the wall, and his whole body was leaning slumped.
His right hand was dripping with blood, and the ground was a mess.
He took two sharp breaths, and his eyes became sullen and silent.
SUN was sitting in the bucket, leaning on the edge of the bucket with both hands and sticking his head out, but Jing Jiaren pushed his little head back: "Don't move!"
"Queen, I won't let you hurt yourself!"
"Okay, just supervise me for dad... Once you get down there, untie the knot and stay in the bucket and don't run around."
Wrap one end of the clothes around the desk leg by the window and slowly lower the SUN down.
The fog was so thick at night that SUN and the rickety bucket disappeared into the fog.
The fog in this castle can prevent enemies from sneak attacks, but it also becomes an excellent barrier for them to escape.