She shook her head, tears falling.

“No, no...”

Ji Jingchen looked at the tears on her face, and the hand behind her slowly became fists.

Even if you know the woman in front of him lied to him.

But seeing the tears on her face, he couldn't help her wipe it off and hold her in his arms.

Ji Jingchen laughed bitterly.

He never knew he was so bad!

Even if he is deceived, even if his heart is trampled under his feet to love, he can't help but approach...

He took a step back, as if only in this way could he restrain the impulse in his heart.

"I won't let you succeed."

Ji Jingchen said a word, jerked her up on the ground, pulled the sweetness on the ground, and threw her upstairs, and threw her into the room.

Sweet and sweet on the carpet.

A few days ago, they were still in this bedroom.

But now there is no love in the eyes of Ji Jingchen.

He stood in the doorway, unable to see the expression on his face, and his body looked particularly tall.

“I won’t kill you, I won’t let you die so easily.”

He finished, turning back and ready to leave.

I just took a step and stopped again.

Thank you for giving me a birthday present today.

Sweet eyes widened.

No!

This is not her gift to Kush!

It's not.

“Sweet sweet...” She whispered, “I want to tell you, my name is Sweet.”

How many times, when she heard Ji Jingchen call the name "Jang Nianyao", she was afraid.

How she hoped that one day, in the mouth of Ji Jingchen, she could hear her own name.

Kushritten footsteps.

"I'm not interested."

After that, he went straight to the door and turned away.

There was still a hum of doors on the doorframes in the closed room.

She sat on the floor and slowly curled up.

She took out the gift box prepared for Ji Jingchen and opened it, and the white box contained a delicate recording pen with a ribbon.

Press the play button, and the sweet and gentle voice came out of the inside.

“Jin Chen, I like you.I want to be there for you every day.I want your birthday, and I'll send my blessings."

"We want to be together for many years, and when you're old, I'll be with you."

"The flowers are blooming, maybe the people around you come and go, but I will stay with you."

“I love you, Ji Jingchen.Happy Birthday to you."

There was no light in the room.

The moonlight poured down from the window, the breeze blew, lifting white curtains, and slightly shaking.

Sweet and sweet sitting on the ground crying,

"I'm sorry."

“I’m sorry, Ji Jingchen...”

She said it over and over again.

But no one heard.

The door of the room was locked from the outside, and there was no chance of even going out.

She stood at the window, on the third floor, more than ten meters...

Jian Chen wants to put her to death here.

After a long day, the bedroom door was finally knocked.

She turned her head and ran to the back of the door.

“Jin Chen?”

It was quiet outside for a moment before the housekeeper’s voice came.

“Miss, it’s me.”

The sweet heart sank in an instant.

The butler continued outside the door, "Miss, I'll let the cook prepare something to eat, and I'll send it later."

Sweet and sweet lips.

She hadn’t eaten in a day, but she didn’t feel anything.

“Jin Chen Chen... What?Is he there?”

"Sir, he went to the company in the morning, and has not yet returned."

Wen Sweet and Sweet leaned over and said, “I want to see him, butler, can you let Ji Jingchen come?”

The butler standing outside the door was silent for a moment.

"Miss, you should not deceive, sir; the one he hates the most is cheating."

Sweet and sweet.

“I know... he said...”

Ji Jingchen said that he had no other requirements, the only thing was that he could not deceive.

But she lied to him.

From the first day they met.

The butler outside the door heard her words and sighed lightly.

“Do you know why you don’t like your birthday?”

He listened quietly, but his heart was a little uneasy.

The butler continued, “Mr. Mother was killed on her birthday.”

Warm and sweet, almost standing unsteady, leaning forward, leaning against the door.

"I followed my husband for twelve years, and for the first time, saw him smile on his birthday."

“I don’t know...”

Warm sweet and sweet leaned on the door, the heart was caught by a hand, so that she could not breathe.

No wonder the mood is not right today.

No wonder the whole castle was careful.

It is difficult for Ji Jingchen to get out of the haze of the past, it is difficult to let go...

It was destroyed by her own hands.

What did she do...

The butler listened to the bursts of sobs from the door and sighed.

"When the gentleman comes back, I will tell him if he wishes to see you."

“Thank you...”

The butler was silent for a moment, just left, and turned his head again.

"Miss, don't let the gentleman be sad again."

In the middle of the night, Ji Jingchen's car stopped in front of the castle.

The driver sat in fear, not squinting, and even dared not look at the Ji Jingchen sitting behind.

Since yesterday, he has been a changed person.

It was colder and more cruel than before.

Just a glance can scare people away.

Ji Jingchen's expression was cold and hard, and just got out of the car, the butler went to the front.

He carefully observed the face of the scene, a frost.

The housekeeper remembered the sobs coming out of the door and hardening his scalp.

“Sir, Miss...”

As soon as he spoke, Ji Jingchen's footsteps stopped, and he exuded a strong cold.

The butler looked at me and said, "She said she wanted to see you."

“I don’t want to see her.”

After that, Ji Jingchen soon walked in.

The housekeeper stood in the same place, sad.

It’s not that he doesn’t help, it really doesn’t help.

Sweet and sweet all the time, standing at the window, watching Ji Jingchen’s car come back, waiting for him to come to find himself.

She waited an hour, two hours...

But there was no movement at all.

“Don’t you want to see me?”

Sweet and sweet, he laughed and sat down.

The night is getting darker.

He sat in the library, and he didn’t even dare to rest.

Because when you close your eyes, the sweet look will appear in front of you.

The picture of the two of them turned into a great irony.

Even this library...

He looked up at him, looked around, and fell on the small desk next to him.

How many times, when he was at work, sweet and sweet sat there, just look up, you can see him.

Such a picture emerges involuntarily in his mind.