Love him deep into bone marrow Jian Hanfeng Chengyou

Cheng Wen listened to Jian Qing's words, nodded, turned around and took a step back, and couldn't help but look back at him, and found that he was staring deeply at him.

That look is always sad.

"...Have you had dinner yet?" Cheng Wen asked.

Just as Jian Qing was about to answer, a deep and deep voice suddenly came from the villa, and then Cheng Wei opened the door and walked down the steps.

"Xiao Wen, who are you talking to?"

Cheng Wen knew that his father always hated Jian Qing, and when he found out that he sneaked out to see Jian Qing, he was a little at a loss for a while, shook the lunch box in his hand, turned his head to look at Cheng Wei, and said in a low voice, "Dad... yes, It was Ah Qing who came to find me."

"He's not a bad guy... He even gave me wontons."

Standing in front of Cheng Wen, Cheng Wei sighed softly, his eyes fell on the sky blue lunch box in his hand, and he gently reached out and snatched it from his hand.

"Little Wen, you go in first, Dad has something to say to him alone."

Cheng Wen didn't understand why his father wanted to take away the wontons that Ah Qing gave him, but the serious and tense atmosphere made him nod obediently, looked at Jian Qing carefully, and turned slowly into the room.

Jian Qing and Cheng Wei were the only ones left in the quiet manor.

In fact, Cheng Wei's status and wealth are irrelevant to Jian Qing, but he is Cheng Wen's father, everything is different.

On the one hand, he thanked Cheng Wei for making up for Cheng Wen's lack of fatherly love for many years. On the other hand, as a junior, he had blatantly done something wrong to his son, so he inevitably felt awkward in front of Cheng Wei. They are all inferior.

There is no doubt that he owes Cheng Wen.

He should have used the remaining half of his life to repay, but the other party was unwilling to give him a chance.

"Uncle Cheng..." Jian Qing hoarsely called the middle-aged man in front of him.

From the moment Cheng Wen entered, Cheng Wei lost the warmth on his face, his majestic face was tense, he remained silent, his eyes fixed on Jian Qing, he unscrewed the heat preservation box in his hand, and poured all the wontons on the ground.

The white and fat pasta was smashed, revealing the stuffing inside, rolling on the dusty green brick floor.

"Your mind is like this bowl of wontons, cheap and worthless."

"Do you think this will make up for it?"

"Even if you take your life to pay back the injuries that Xiaowen has suffered, it will not be enough!" Cheng Wei's tone suddenly became serious, and anger burst out in his eyes.

Jane cleared her throat sorely, and replied in a low voice, "...I know."

"I know I did something wrong."

"I also know that regret is useless..."

"I know you, why don't you hurry up and get out." Cheng Wei interrupted him with a cold face.

"I think so too, I tried it, but as long as I think that I won't have Cheng Wen in my future life, I find it hard to accept... I can't do it." Jian Qing stared at the messy body on the ground Wonton, muttered.

A long time ago, he also threw Cheng Wen's heart on the ground and trampled on it like this, turning a blind eye to the red-eyed look of the little fool.

...Actually, it wasn't that long ago, it was just last year.

It's just that people's forgetfulness is too great, and they don't hurt themselves. As the days pass, it is easy to forget bit by bit.

Changed the development track of the matter, and almost thought that the previous harm never existed.

At that time, how could Jian Qing think that these pains would be tasted on her body in turn.

"If you can't do it, I can do it and hand over my son to you for you to ruin." Cheng Wei sneered.

"You should die. Cheng Wen will marry his fiancé soon. You can't find someone like you. Why bother with my son?"

"That's different..." Jian Qing shook his head, and retorted in a low voice, "Xiao Wen is the father of my child, my lover, and the person I decide to spend my whole life with."

"Even if you don't want to admit it, he loves me. No one can change this."

"If one day he regains his memory and finds out that his father lied to him, separated his lover, and separated him from his child, aren't you afraid that he will hate you?..." Jian Qing looked into Cheng Wei's eyes and said.

"..." Cheng Wei frowned, obviously not without thinking about it.

"I just hope that you can give me a chance for your granddaughter's sake." Jian Qing said hoarsely, and her voice almost changed after speaking.

"Her name is Mo Mo. She is a very cute little girl. She is more than three months old. When Xiao Wen gave birth to her, she had dystocia, bleeding heavily, and lay in the intensive care unit for ten whole days before she was out of danger. He loves his daughter very much, obviously My health was very bad, and I insisted on going to the baby ward downstairs to see the child every day, and when I left for a little longer, I couldn’t think about it, and grabbed my hand and muttered about my daughter, crying in my arms.”

"...She is still so young, she can't lose her father."

"I beg you."

Jian Qing's tall and tall figure stood there, what an arrogant and self-willed person he should be, but at this moment he showed unconcealable fragility.

Cheng Wei stared at him quietly, with no emotion on his face, before he spoke after a while, "You really must Cheng Wen?"

"Yes." Jian Qing's eyes showed determination, "It must be him."

"Okay." Cheng Wei smiled suddenly, his eyes were cold.

"Then let me see how sincere you are."

Jian Qing's heart moved, thinking that he was finally willing to give herself a chance, and was about to speak, when Cheng Wei turned and looked outside the manor.

"See that tree?"

"If you can kneel under that tree for three days without eating or drinking, I will give you a chance to get close to Cheng Wen."

Jian Qing followed his gaze and looked over.

It was a tall sycamore tree, which should have beautiful maple leaves, but became bare and monotonous because of the cold season.

Jian Qing was no stranger to the location under the tree, he had often stood there waiting, waiting to see his little fool.

Jian Qing knew that Cheng Wei deliberately humiliated him, or wanted to scare him away with such harsh conditions, and felt that a young master would not throw away his self-esteem because of a lover who had never looked down upon him.

If it was Jian Qing from before, he would have scoffed at this, turned around and left without hesitation.

But to Jian Qing now, compared to Cheng Wen, his cheap dignity is nothing.

The daughter is still waiting for her father to go back and hug her.

After a brief silence, Jane Qing said.

"……it is good."

"I promise you."

"I hope you can do what you say."

Cheng Wei frowned, surprised that he actually agreed. "certainly."

Jian Qing smiled, turned around, walked to the sycamore tree under the gaze of the other party, and knelt down slowly, keeping her back straight all the time.

He lowered his head and stared at the ground, his pale face didn't look so real in the dim light, and he didn't raise it again.

Cheng Wei's eyebrows furrowed a little deeper, and he suddenly began to wonder if his opinion of this playboy was biased because he had too much prejudice at the beginning.

But soon he was relieved, and turned back into the house expressionlessly.

It's not clever to do tricks like this. I'm afraid it's just a show. Whether he can persist until tomorrow morning is a question.

There was no one in the middle of the night, kneel down as soon as he knelt down, no one saw his jokes.

But it's different during the daytime. The gazes of passers-by and neighbors will definitely make this son feel ashamed. When he doesn't need to speak, the other party will naturally roll away quickly.

At the dinner table, Cheng Wen was chatting with Dai Shengding, and Dai Shengding was the one talking most of the time, Cheng Wen listened quietly, he had something on his mind, so he acted a little absent-minded.

Seeing that Cheng Wei finally came back, he came back to his senses and whispered, "Dad... why did it take you so long to come back?"

The maid pulled the host's chair away, Cheng Wei sat down slowly, and replied patiently, "There are some important things, let's talk for a while."

Cheng Wen's eyes fell on his father's hand that was about to take the knife and fork, and he couldn't help but ask, "Ah, where is the wonton that Ah Qing gave me?..."

Cheng Wei paused, "Oh, I returned it to him."

"If you want to eat Chinese food, I can ask the servants at home to prepare it."

"Didn't Dad tell you not to take other people's things casually?"

Cheng Wen lowered his head, recalled Jian Qing's sad expression, and said in frustration, "But...but, Ah Qing is also my friend..."

"He treats me well... that's why he gave me delicious food..."

Cheng Wei couldn't help sighing, put down the knife and fork, and reached out to hold Cheng Wen's tender hand, "Xiao Wen, have you forgotten what Dad told you before?"

"He's not a nice guy and he'll hurt you."

"Some people are far more than they seem."

Cheng Wen raised his head in a daze, with hesitation and embarrassment in his eyes, and finally followed Cheng Wei's intention, "Well... I see."

Cheng Wei patted the back of his hand, and there were gentle lines in the corners of his eyes, "Hey, eat quickly."

When Jian Qing came out, she was in a disturbed mood, thinking that Cheng Wen would not want to stay with him for too long, and would go back after delivering wontons to him, without a coat.

The cold can keep him awake and prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

If, like last time, I couldn't hold back and hugged Cheng Wen forcefully, it would be bad to scare him.

He didn't expect that he would have the chance to get close to Cheng Wen again.

Although this condition is very harsh.

But Jian Qing was very happy.

He was only wearing a black sweater, and the cold wind penetrated into his body through the gaps in the sweater, making his skin ache.

He took a light breath, and what came out was white mist. He gently pressed the wound on his abdomen, and after kneeling for a short time, the blood on his handsome face disappeared.

Jian Qing made wontons all afternoon, and hadn't really eaten since noon. Assistant Chen took advantage of his time to go out and started preparing dinner. It would be more than half an hour after the three dishes and one soup were ready. When he didn't come back, he finally realized something was wrong.

After putting the food on the table, he hurried out to look for it. When he saw the figure kneeling upright under the tree, he gasped, and hurried over to pull Jian Qing's arm. He could feel the coldness of his body through his clothes.

"Master, what are you doing, get up quickly and go back to have dinner."

Jian Qing shook her head, pulled her arm back stubbornly, looked up at the light shining from the villa in front, "I can't go back..."

He didn't know what to think of, he suddenly laughed silly.

"When I kneel here for three days, Xiao Wen's father won't stop me from seeing him."

"When he is willing to go back with me... we will get married."