Chapter 61 This is the last side left by your Ajaan
Chapter 61 This is the last face of your Ajaan left for you
"Surprise, your eldest grandson has come to Border City!"
It wasn't until Ling Dan approached the hotel that the alarm suddenly sounded in Wen Jiang's head.
Wen Jiang was silent for a few moments. In fact, she didn't need Lingdan to alert her. She was already sensitively aware that someone's eyes were locked on her.
She looked up and saw Song Yingchen's side face from the corner of the car window on the street.
He also knew how to wear a mask to slightly cover his face, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Jiang. He probably hadn't seen her for a long time, and it seemed that he wanted to see enough now.
Wen Jiang thought for a while and said to An Fuxue: "You go back to the hotel first, and I'll go take care of something."
An Fuxue still knew how to be sensible. Hearing this, he didn't ask Jiang what he was doing. He just said obediently: "Okay, I'll go back first and make a date for dinner later."
Wen Jiang smiled and nodded.
Then when he turned his head, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he was clearly impatient.
He even strode towards Song Yingchen.
"She's coming, she's coming!!"
For some reason, Meng Qi was more nervous than Song Yingchen. He always felt that the face of the girl who came over was filled with murderous intent, which made his little heart skip a beat.
Obviously he is also an A-level spirit card master.
Song Yingchen was still calm, if you ignore his clenched wrists and deliberately lowered eyes.
Wen Jiang came to the car window and asked straight to the point: "What exactly do you want to do? Is it because my previous performance was not clear enough?"
Meng Qi poked his head out of the driver's seat in a friendly manner and asked with a playful smile: "Ask Miss, why don't you get in the car and chat with the young master?"
Wen Jiang glanced at Meng Qi. Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat and he immediately retracted his head.
Song Yingchen's bones were so clenched that they turned white. She raised her head and asked stubbornly: "Do you want to break up with me?"
"Hey, break up?" Wen Jiang heard this and almost laughed out loud: "Oh my God, it turns out that you, the old man, thought that the two of us were in love before? Are you okay? Who is in love?
It's like you, acting like a shameless mouse."
She lowered her head and spoke word by word, her voice cold and piercing: "I want someone by my side but can't let go of my dignity. I'm both responsible and established, so it's you. Master Song, look at this scar on my face."
In fact, the scar was no longer visible. Wen Jiang pointed at his face. Song Yingchen looked at it intently, as if he could see the scar that originally existed. His heart suddenly felt as if someone had cut it with a knife, and there was an unspeakable wave of pain.
Guilt.
"It's not all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, that stinky idiot Wu Fanjia wouldn't bother your father and me." Wen Jiang said with a poisonous tone: "You can't even protect the Song family when you return. You have no ability.
I mean you are a loser. How can a person like you be worthy of falling in love? Find a time to become a monk and save yourself."
Anyway, the original owner is dead, so Qian Jiang can scold him as much as he wants.
When people die, they come to mourn their graves. Why haven't they cared so much about it before?
He is indeed a bitch.
Meng Qi felt like his soul was leaving his body when he heard it.
He couldn't believe that such vicious words would come out of Wen Jiang's mouth, and looked at Song Yingchen tremblingly.
Song Yingchen's blood turned pale after being scolded.
For a moment, his eye circles turned red, and there was a moist light in his eyes. He looked a little aggrieved, and even his voice became choked: "You are not A Jiang, A Jiang would not scold me like this."
"Yes, of course I am not A Jiang." Wen Jiang pointed out what he said. She stood up and turned to Song Yingchen condescendingly: "A Jiang is dead. Please listen clearly. The A Jiang who liked you,
She is already dead, killed by your own hands. If it weren't for you, she would not have come to the Imperial City, would not have entered that school, and would not have been killed by others."
"She's dead, don't come crying in front of me, it will only annoy me."
Song Yingchen only felt the pain in his heart as if it was being torn apart. He looked at Wen Jiang's face and felt that it was so strange. Song Yingchen couldn't believe that the mean words she said could come from Wen Jiang's mouth.
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The palm of his hand was tightly pinched, and he stared at Wen Jiang with red eyes, looking a little aggrieved, but Wen Jiang was not touched at all.
Ling Dan was even more frantic and encouraged: "The mood is almost here, hurry up, curse a few more words, curse a few more words!!"
"Don't pretend to be so pitiful. What were you doing when Ajaan was beaten? What were you doing when Ajaan was lying in the hospital dying? This scar on my face was bleeding when I arrived at the hospital.
What were you doing at that time?"
These words finally hit Song Yingchen's heart and lungs. He no longer dared to look directly into Wen Jiang's eyes and lowered his head.
Of course he knew, of course he knew what happened to Jiang Jiang.
At that time, he only felt that the matter could not get too big, and it would be better if Jiang Jiang could endure it. Although Wu Fanjia was not liked by him, the Wu family still had some effect, and he could use this to make Wu Fanjia obey his words.
At that time, he just thought it would be good to ask Jiang Renren, because he was planning for their future.
For what Wu Fanjia did to Wen Jiang, he would definitely make Wu Fanjia pay a hundred times the price.
However, before things reached that point, Wen Jiang suddenly changed.
Maybe it was because he didn't go to the hospital to see him in time. He knew he shouldn't make excuses, but he still subconsciously wanted to explain that he was trapped in the Song family by Mrs. Song at that time, and there were guests at home. If he left, the Song family would be even worse in the future.
It was difficult to move even an inch, and even Meng Qi was under surveillance by the other party.
He knew that Mrs. Song was trying to intimidate him, and she also knew that about asking Jiang, she was forcing Song Yingchen to make his own choice.
She always looked down on them and didn't think the life of a slum girl was important.
But this explanation flashed through his mind one by one, and he could no longer say it out loud.
Just like now, he was only angry that their relationship for many years had suddenly changed. Wen Jiang had ignored him and even stopped forgiving him. This was hard for him to accept.
Because his Ajaan would not say these words to him, she was so strange, obviously in another strange form, but she really had the face of Ajaan.
"ah."
Wen Jiang suddenly clapped her hands, as if remembering something, she touched her pocket and took out a photo.
Meng Qi, who was sitting in the front row, followed her movements and watched the next scene that he would never forget.
Wen Jiang took out the photo, placed it on the car window as if nothing had happened, and then threw the photo into the car.
Both Meng Qi and Song Yingshen saw the photo, the despair and helplessness of the girl in the photo, and the humiliation she felt at that time.
But the client just said something with a smile, which made Meng Qi's hair stand on end.
Because Song Yingshen lived in endless pain for a long time after that.
she says.
"This is the last time Wu Fanjia asked your Ajaan to leave you."
