Jin Ting slowly took out the crumpled paper from his hand, looked at the sentences on the poem, and shouted in his heart: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, brother, I'm sorry for you! I'm really sorry for you..."
My brother wants this woman to disappear from the world, and wants her to pay with blood...
But, I don’t know why, but I can’t always do it...
What should my brother do? What should he do?
Will you blame your brother? Will you? Will you???"
At this moment, he felt as if he was no longer the powerful CEO, but back to a helpless child.
He curled up into a small ball and hugged his legs with his arms, as if he could disappear from this world...
But he knew that was impossible.
When he was a child, before his illness was cured, he would hug himself like this, as if he could disappear like this, unable to see his crazy mother or the woman beside his father.
But he never disappeared, until he watched the people around him leave one after another, his father, Xiao Feng, he still could not disappear...
Soon, he heard the sound of Chu Xue walking in. Her steps were very light, as if she was a little maid who was used to him, and she said calmly: "Mr. Jin, I made another bowl of porridge, this time I didn't put coriander in it."
, please use it."
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It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun shone on her body through the pink floral curtains. Her black hair was plated with a golden edge, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were also plated. She was wearing
The pajamas fit her perfectly, and the blue floral apron made her look like a large doll.
The steaming porridge in your hand looks very tempting. Although the pattern on the small blue and white porcelain bowl is very simple, it has a unique flavor.
Jin Ting's heart suddenly hurt unexpectedly.
Once upon a time, this was the scene he was most looking forward to.
A beautiful, gentle and virtuous woman with a sunny smile cooked a meal for him.
This meal may not be very delicious, but with her taste and her smiling face, he will feel like a spring breeze.
Ever since he was a child, his mother had never cooked, except for the state banquet-standard meals served by the waiters, which were private dishes specially cooked for him by the old maid Wang Ma who loved him the most.
Sometimes he asked Wang Ma: "Why do other mothers cook for their children, but my mother never does?"
Mother Wang would stroke Jin Ting's hair with her big rough hands: "Madam is a noble lady, so naturally she won't get her hands dirty when cooking. Master, hurry up and eat!"
Of course he also knew that his mother was a delicate eldest lady before she came out of the government. She needed a maid to give her hand care every day, and she didn't even touch cold water. But he was her son, why did she even give her a bowl of porridge?
Don't cook it for him? Those literary works describe the taste of mother, which is said to be better than any delicacies. What is it?
And the women who followed him rarely took the initiative to cook for him. They all looked at him eagerly and expectantly, waiting for him to take them to various noble and enviable restaurants to dine.
There once was a female star who often came to his office with fragrant side dishes, soups and stew pots, saying that she made them herself, which made him look at her in a different light for a long time.
But one time when this woman stayed overnight at his house, he suddenly asked her to make a late-night snack. Only when he got to the kitchen did he realize that she couldn't even tell the difference between sugar and salt.
It was filled with oil splashes.
He immediately asked the woman to get out.
No matter how much she cried and begged for his forgiveness, he just kicked her hard in the back: "I can tolerate a woman who doesn't know how to cook, but I will never tolerate a woman who cheats.
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But now, he seems to see that this long-held dream is about to come true...
In such a small room, it is small but full of warmth.
There are curtains, soft pillows, puppets in the corner, and green plants blooming with fresh leaves.
A woman with a ponytail and a floral sarong brought preserved egg and lean meat porridge to him.
The glutinous rice, the crystal clear preserved eggs, and the warm aroma of meat.
Indeed, her porridge was cooked so well that even Mother Wang couldn't fault it.
But he couldn't eat it. If this woman were anyone else in the world, there would be no problem. He would drink this bowl of porridge with a little gratitude.
However, she is the person he hates the most!
Jin Ting curled his lips and smiled coldly: "Really? Didn't you put the coriander? Let me try it. If you taste a little coriander, go to the kitchen and make it again!"
"I haven't let go, don't worry, Mr. Jin."
Chuxue still looked at him quietly, as if she was just a waitress in a restaurant, and said very politely: "Please have a taste."
Jin Ting picked up the small spoon next to her. It was very small and had a cartoon hello-kitty on it. It was a bit old and should be what she usually uses.
He imagined how she usually used this little spoon to drink porridge.
Her mouth is also very small, maybe it fits...
Then, he took a spoonful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and put it into his mouth. It tasted really good, even better than he imagined.
He couldn't help but be surprised that she had such skill.
He suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was sucking the little spoon she usually sucked on. Was that an indirect kiss?
Of course, even if it was a direct kiss or even something more intimate, the two of them had done it more than once, but now just thinking about the spoon she had licked made him tremble.
However, at that moment, another layer of ice appeared on his expression.
He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands slightly, and the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge hit the ground again.
Chuxue didn't seem surprised.
He said indifferently: "Mr. Jin, is there anything else that dissatisfies you?"
"It's too hot, do you want to burn me to death!?"
Jin Ting looked at Chu Xue's trembling body with a cruel smile.
In fact, he knew that he didn't want to laugh at all.
Not only did I not want to laugh, but I also felt very desperate.
It's like a double-edged sword, piercing into the opponent's body, watching the blood flow out of the opponent's body, but also cutting yourself black and blue!
Torturing her was actually torturing himself!
But even if he knew this was the case, he couldn't stop!
Because if it stops, it will be a betrayal of Xiaofeng!
It's a betrayal of Xiaofeng's healthy bone marrow living in his body!
Looking at the broken porcelain pieces blooming again on the ground, like sad flowers, Chuxue still didn't lose his temper. He just bent down quietly, picked up the dustpan and broom to clean up everything, and then turned around and walked into the kitchen.
inside.
She seemed to be completely used to all this and his rage, and as long as he didn't kill her, she could continue to do so.
But her eyes were blank, as if she didn't even bother to mock him.