Chapter 652 Repeated use of an excuse is to cover up
It was messed up, my mind was all messed up, and I looked at him blankly, how could this happen?
"You're crazy, you..."
Zhuo Jing's expression was much calmer at this moment. He exhaled softly and wiped the tears on my face: "Ma Jiaolong, in the past, I couldn't give you a sense of security, so when you saw me, you
Are you afraid?"
I shook my head, but was speechless. I was not afraid of him, nor was it because he could not give me a sense of security. It was just that I was afraid that the tragedy two years ago would happen again. Because I am intersex, I was accused by many people and almost died.
Infamy for thousands of years...
At this moment, I finally understood why I would feel a sense of fear when I was close to Zhuo Jing. This fear was that I was afraid that one day he would repeat the same mistakes again, and he and I would have to face the same dilemma as before, especially Zhuo Jing.
I really don’t dare to think about the pressure that I had to bear just to be with me.
"Speak, tell me what you are thinking. I want to hear your real thoughts."
I lowered my eyes: "It's not suitable, we are not suitable..."
Zhuo Jing's patience seemed to be exhausted by me. He took a deep breath and looked at me with forbearance: "Can you communicate with me normally? I originally planned to wait for all the storms to pass, or in other words, I will wait a little longer.
But I just can’t calm down when I see you, and I’m too lazy to think about what I was like with you before. That’s not important. What’s important is that I know how I feel about you now. I just want to see you every day, and I just want to be with you.
Together! Do you understand?"
I stretched out my hand to push him and raised my feet to leave: "Don't do this. I'm afraid if you do this. Let's calm down and wait for this period of time..."
"Then tell me clearly what you are afraid of!"
The wrist tightened and he pulled him back to the original position. Zhuo Jing finally exploded again. I could even clearly see the raised veins on his exposed arm: "If you don't tell me clearly today, don't even think about walking out."
This door!"
"Let go first!!"
Zhuo Jing's blood was obviously aroused by me, and he was so strong that he was about to crush my wrist in minutes.
"pain!!"
With a sound of 'Bang!', Zhuo Jing let go and punched the wall on the side of my face. I shivered at the sound, and the tears in my eyes kept my vision unclear.
Looking at him with pursed lips: "What are you doing? You are scaring me!!"
Zhuo Jing's face drooped deeply, and his fist was still against the wall, but his voice was no longer as powerful as before: "Ma Jiaolong, you really have the ability to make me see myself in embarrassment..."
I stood still and just sniffed hard, "Do you know why we broke up?"
"Why."
"Because I can't announce to the public that I am intersex. If I announce it, it means we can't be together. Now..."
"But I said I don't care."
"I care!!"
I stiffened my neck and looked at his raised eyes again: "I care very much!! What do everyone think! Why should a hermaphrodite get married!!!"
Zhuo Yuncheng's words are still in my ears. His only request is that I don't want to reveal that I am intersex. But now everyone knows it. If I insist on being with Zhuo Jing, let alone Yuxiang.
Lengjia Danfeng and Aunt Xuehua are not only facing the spotlight from the media, but also Zhuo Yuncheng, Jiang Meiyuan and other Zhuo Jing family members!
Master said that I uphold my true intention and make up my mind to kill people and kill Buddhas if they stand in their way. But if that happens, who will bear the responsibility?!
"Hermaphrodite?"
Zhuo Jing finally moved his fist from the wall, looked at me and nodded: "Can't you just use the damn hermaphrodite as an excuse? I ask you, apart from this, do you have a fresher excuse?
?!"
"You can't say you don't care just because you are impulsive! But this is the truth!! Do you know that in the future you...ah! What are you doing!!!"
Zhuo Jing looked at me and suddenly lowered his shoulders and picked me up, "Do the work first, and then talk about it after it's done!!!"
"What are you doing! You're crazy! Put it down!!!"
My forehead was full of blood, my legs were kicking wildly, and who could feel better than being carried head-down by someone, I instinctively hit his back with my hands: "Put it down!! Are you sick?"
!!”
Zhuo Jing was too lazy to talk to me, and strode open the door of the study. Aunt Wang, who was standing outside the door, trembled obviously when she saw this situation: "Zhuo, Mr. Zhuo, you..."
"Go downstairs, it's none of your business."
Zhuo Jing responded lightly and walked towards his bedroom. He didn't feel at all that he was carrying a lively person on his shoulders. I almost went crazy and said, "Put it down!!!"
Why has his brain circuit completely changed!!
Aunt Wang looked a little frightened and stood there with her mouth half-covered, looking at me, which gave me a feeling that she could only sympathize with me mentally.
When the door slammed, I felt myself being pushed forward by him, and my body was bounced by the mattress to absorb the shock. At the same time, there were all kinds of black stars in front of my eyes. When I reacted, I rolled and climbed up.
He found Zhuo Jing standing in front of the door, unbuttoning his shirt without changing his expression.
I shook my head to stay awake. Seeing him instinctively kicking his legs and moving inside: "What are you going to do? I haven't had the surgery yet!"
He was already wearing thin clothes, but when he took off his thin layer, a strong male hormone filled the bedroom.
"I'll let you see if what I said was impulsive..."
He said expressionlessly, threw down his coat, looked at me, and walked directly to the bed with a cold face, "You do it yourself, or I do it."
What am I doing on my own? I, in this situation, I am 100% sure of the shadow! Let’s fight with sticks!
I moved further to the side of the bed and tried my best to stay calm, "Um, Zhuo Jing, we have more important things to do now, so you and I can calm down for a while, and we'll finish dealing with Yuxiang... ugh
!!”
He reached forward with his arm, pulled my ankle directly down, and at the same time pressed his body upward, looking directly at me with his lowered eyes: "If you cooperate a little, I think this process will be pleasurable for both parties."
What the hell!
I pushed his shoulders, making me really out of breath, "Zhuo Jing, let me tell you, don't do this, okay? There are still many things that have not been dealt with, I..."
He really showed me what simple detoxification means. The smell of blood was still thick. I hit him hard and bent my legs hard to get him down. Maybe I struggled too hard. Zhuo Jing gasped heavily.
Angrily, he raised his face and looked at me, and pressed my two hands hard on the top of my head, forcing me to assume a surrender posture, saying: "Ma Jiaolong, I have enough patience with you.
limited."
After saying that, he pulled his hand to the side. Before I could see what he was holding, I felt that he was using that thing to tie my wrists hard. I lay there, looking at his red eyes, and kept resisting.
My arm was weak at that time. If he really wanted to do it by force or voluntarily, according to his fighting ability, I certainly had no part in resisting.
"Do you really want this..."
Zhuo Jing made a sudden move and pulled off the thing that tied my hands. Only then did I vaguely see that it was a tie.
After looking at me for a while, he stretched out his hand, pulled me up from the bed like a puddle of mud, hugged me tightly, and said, "...I'm sorry."
I felt like I was clinging to a hot stove. I closed my eyes, but felt my tears fall silently, "Zhuo Jing, I'm really scared..."
"It's my fault, I won't force you anymore."
I couldn't help crying and didn't dare to reach out, "Do you know that the result of your insistence on being with me will only make you suffer..."
"So, it's not that you don't accept me, you're just afraid of what I might face, right?"
"I……"
"No need to say too much, just tell me that you love me, eh?"
I shook my head. All my strength in this life was devoted to loving him. I felt him hugging me tighter and tighter, but I didn't dare to respond to him.
‘Dong dong dong~~’
The knock on the door came just when he insisted on hearing these three words from me. Then, with Zhuo Jing's displeased expression, Aunt Wang's voice sounded cautiously outside the door: "Mr. Zhuo, here comes Miss Rong."
Yes, I’m waiting for you downstairs.”
I looked at Zhuo Jing's tense expression, but I let out a sigh of relief, "You go and do your business first, our business, and then we can talk about it after everything is done, okay?"
Zhuo Jing did not respond immediately. He stood up with a frown, pulled the clothes he had thrown aside and put them on. When the clothes were all put on, his face regained his composure: "Within ten days, I will
I will give you the Rong family, but you must be mine."
"but I……"
"A repeated excuse is a cover-up. I already know your answer."
He said nothing and walked out directly. A female voice came from outside the door: "Miss Rong, you can't go upstairs. Mr. Zhuo told you..."
"How long have I been waiting? He should have finished taking a shower. I still don't believe it. I came up to see what he can do. Could it be that there is a woman hiding in his house?"
It was Rong Danfeng's voice. I wiped away my tears and adjusted my mood slightly. Listening to the familiar yet unfamiliar female voice's slightly wild voice, I must have seen Zhuo Jing, and immediately dropped a few points:
"Zhuo Jing, I, I came up because I was in a hurry...Why does your face seem a little swollen?"
I sighed softly and looked at my clothes. They were okay. They were not scrapped by me this time. I could still wear them. I rubbed my forehead vigorously. What the hell is this?
‘Boom!’
Suddenly there was a dull sound in the cabinet. I followed the sound and felt that the sound was coming from Zhuo Jing's bedside table. I moved my butt over there. After thinking about it, I reached out and opened the drawer. Everything was in order.
It was placed neatly inside, and there was nothing unusual about it. Just as I was about to close it, a photo frame placed in the drawer caught my attention. Inside was a color photo from some time ago. Zhuo Jing looked at it at that time
He looked about six or seven years old, wearing a pair of overalls, and sat obediently in the arms of a smiling man...
I looked straight at the man holding Zhuo Jing, especially the white hair that clearly did not match his young face, and opened my mouth slightly: "Master..." (To be continued)