"I didn't! It's just...he is my brother. From now on, I will lower my head without looking up. How can I hold my head up in front of him?" Wen Jin couldn't say that he wasn't angry. How could such private matters in the bedroom be disclosed to others?
She said it, and she said it to her brother. She was so speechless that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!
"I need to lend you the carriage and catch up with him. Firstly, I can explain to him that you don't mind his small size and you are forced to help me with it. Secondly, let him who is soaked by the rain get up in the carriage to take shelter from the rain and give him
Warmth." Fu Jingheng said, his face gradually turned cold, and there was a trace of ridicule in the corner of his mouth, "My carriage is very spacious. After you have settled your differences, you can have a good time in the carriage and reminisce about the past."
Wen Jin opened her eyes wide and stared at Fu Jingheng's handsome face for a long time. He was so angry that her stomach hurt. Finally, she laughed out of anger. On impulse, she no longer accepted the advice and said slowly: "Where is your carriage?
"
"You!" Fu Jingheng's arms trembled. He thought she would explain in a submissive manner, but he didn't expect her to be so... shameless, "Wen Jin!"
Wen Jin leaned half-way and looked outside the inn. He saw the king's carriage parked under the inn shed, and the horse was grazing.
"I'll go there." After Wen Jin saw the position of the carriage clearly, he turned his toes and walked towards the stairs leading downstairs.
Fu Jingheng tightened his wrist and held her, "Where are you going in the middle of the night!"
"Go after Jiang Huaizhou and tell him that I never said I disliked his small size. I'll help you get that... Xiao... was forced. I'll let him get on the carriage to take shelter from the rain. Then, after settling the old feud with him, I'll talk to him
Have a good time in your carriage."
Who wouldn't say unpleasant things?
She's even better at talking.
I just always felt sorry for Fu Jingheng and 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 actually resist him. His heart suddenly tightened, and he could not accept her undocility!
The palms of my hands were empty.
"I have to hurry up, otherwise he will go too far and I won't be able to catch up!" Wen Jin took advantage of his absence to break free from his restraints and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Fu Jingheng looked at her retreating back, and his figure suddenly swayed, as if he had gone back to the scene in the cold palace when he was a child, where he was beaten with a black nose and swollen eyes, hugging his body and huddled under the cold wall.
【Your mother doesn’t want you anymore, you are a bastard that no one wants!!】
[Your father is a foolish king and deserves to die! Bah!]
【No one wants to be friends with you, we think you are disgusting and disrespectful to your identity!】
The words of those who bullied him echoed in Fu Jingheng's ears.
At that time, under the dim moonlight in winter, a thin shadow covered his body. He thought that the person who bullied him was back, so he hugged his head and shrank. However, what fell was not fists and feet, but a hand that was handed to his face.
Steamed bun.
He raised his head and saw Wen Jin, who was blushing under the moonlight for the first time. She stuffed the steamed bun into his hand, which was bruised and bruised, and said to him: Brother Heng is not a bastard that no one wants.
Jin'er and Brother Heng are good friends...
The past events swirled in his mind, and Fu Jingheng's brain stabbed violently, and a roar broke out in his throat. He trembled with his arms and walked back to the guest room in a panic.
Wen...she's gone.
He went after Jiang Huaizhou and abandoned him!
Wen has been deceiving my feelings!
She is a spy!
She betrayed me!
Severe mania and headache swept Fu Jingheng. He dropped the tea set on the table with his hand. His palm was cut by the debris and bled. He leaned on the table as if whispering, "Wen...she doesn't want me anymore..."
Wen Jin went down the stairs, borrowed an umbrella from the shopkeeper, and held it up to the stable. There was a glass brooch on the ground, which was from the cloak given to her by Jiang Huaizhou. It must have been left behind when Jiang led the horse away.
Wen Jin bent down and held the glazed brooch in his hand, thinking that when he returned to the palace tomorrow, he would just ask the maid to return it to Jiang Huaizhou.
Wen Jin walked to Jun Shang's carriage, lifted the curtain, took out a thin blanket from the carriage, then carefully held it in his arms, held up the umbrella and walked quickly to the inn.
After returning the umbrella to the shopkeeper, he quickly walked up the stairs to Junshang's guest room. He gently pushed the door open and entered. He saw debris on the floor and the tea set and cups were smashed to pieces by Fu Jingheng.
Fu Jingheng leaned on the table and groaned violently.
Wen Jin's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt unbearable.
Wen Jin understood what she had just said to Fu Jingheng. Her words made Fu Jingheng furious and suffered from severe bipolar disorder and headaches. Although he looked cold on the outside, he was actually afraid of loneliness and being alone in his heart. She knew his pain well.
I just pricked him where it hurt with my own hands.
Hearing the footsteps, Fu Jingheng cast his scarlet eyes on Wen Jin. His eyes suddenly moved, and he was a little surprised when he saw her. Then he saw in her hand that she was holding the lace of the cloak given by Jiang Huaizhou.
Brooch, the whole person was wrapped in overwhelming anger.
Fu Jingheng quickly approached Wen Jin.
Wen Jin shrank, and he angrily bullied her. She quickly backed away until her back hit the wall, unable to retreat any further, "You...don't come here..."
Fu Jingheng walked closer, quickly pulled her wrist, snatched the glass brooch from her hand with blood-stained fingers, and squeezed it angrily.
He stared at her with narrow eyes that looked like blood.
It was undeniable that this was the first time Wen Jin had seen his violent temper. She was so frightened that her eyes turned red. He could easily tear her into pieces.
However, even though he was furious, he did not hit her. His hand was cut by the glass brooch, and he dropped the glass brooch to the ground in anger, causing the glass to splash everywhere.
Wen Jin held his breath in fear and shouted: "Fu..."
I just heard Fu Jingheng say sternly: "I just won't let you wear the clothes he bought, and I won't let you wear the brooch he gave me! I dropped the brooch. Do you feel uncomfortable? Cry for me!"
Wen Jin was so angry just now that she had disobeyed his wishes 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'll be like this.
..”
"Didn't you go find him? Didn't you want to have sex with him on my carriage? Go! Get out! What are you doing back here!"
Fu Jingheng's clenched fist suddenly landed on the wall beside Wen Jin's face, making a crashing sound.
The wind in her palm gently floated Wen Jin's hair. She was scared and didn't know what to do. When she realized it, she threw herself into his cold arms and stretched out her thin arms to hug him tightly.
Holding his tight narrow waist.
Fu Jingheng stood coldly, not hugging her, and his heavy breathing dropped a little chill on her neck.
"I'm not going away... I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going away..." Wen Jin hugged his waist tightly.
Fu Jingheng tensed up, feeling her warm and soft body, and something in his heart began to melt. After a long time, he said coldly: "Let me go. I think you are disgusting."