After becoming a mermaid, the group of friends exploded

Cheng Jing thought for a long time, and finally made a decision to leave with that shark.

If he loses this opportunity, he is afraid that it will be impossible for him to leave Yuzhou and Chongyang again. It is impossible for him to stay in this place for the rest of his life. With the appearance of the merman, he doesn't want to lose himself, and this appearance is not him at all, he can only trust the merman, and can only pin his hope on him.

As for the previous promise to be with Shen Chongyang... It's not good here in Yuzhou, he can ask his father to get him back, and he will try his best to dispel his father's knots with Shen Chongyang, even if he still wants to treat him Whatever Chongyang does, he can stop him.

Chong Yang may have had revenge on him at the beginning, but now, his undisguised emotions let Cheng Jing know that he probably has some sincerity towards him, except for bringing him all the way to Yu Except for the state imprisoning him, Chongyang didn't torture him in other places, and he was even considerate to him everywhere, and his attitude was as gentle as before. Cheng Jing couldn't see through him like this. He had a heavy feeling for Chongyang. A sense of guilt and a strong desire to make up for it. However, Shen Zhongyang's attitude towards him, except for the reason that he really likes himself, he can't think of other reasons. There's nothing wrong with this situation.

After deducing the conclusion that Chong Yang likes her, Cheng Jing knew that even after helping Chong Yang to go back, his mind would probably be difficult to change. Of course, it is possible to let go of this mind.

If you can satisfy Chongyang in other places and let him let go, maybe you don't have to fulfill the promise you made to him in a moment of passion.

Thinking of this, the gloomy emotions that had weighed heavily on his heart these days suddenly dissipated a lot, making him feel a lot more relaxed.

Now that he has made a decision, he can no longer hesitate. When the merman comes, he will tell him his own answer, and then he will be able to leave this place.

Cheng Jing thought, a relaxed smile appeared on his lips, his eyes fell on the pastry on the table, he stretched out his hand that was wiped clean, picked up the pastry on the table and ate it, and put the pastry on the table I ate up all the small plates of pastries, and I barely felt full.

At this time, it was already daylight, and there was a loud noise from outside. Someone tried to push the door in, but was reprimanded sharply.

After a while, someone knocked on the door and asked, "Young master, are you in?"

Cheng Jing was startled, and replied softly: "Yes, what's the matter?"

The people outside fell silent, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's nothing, it's the subordinate who was abrupt and disturbed the young master, please don't blame me."

After speaking, he left in a hurry.

Cheng Jing blinked inexplicably, slid off the chair, and crawled back towards the bed.

However, before touching the bed, Chongyang's voice came from outside the door.

It was Chong Yang who came back, Cheng Jing paused for a moment, then moved a little faster, and hid herself on the bed.

"Xiao Jing, it's me," Chong Yang said outside the door, instead of directly breaking in as before, "I'm coming in." He reminded.

Cheng Jing lifted the curtain and said towards the door: "Come in."

With Cheng Jing's approval, Chong Yang pushed the door and someone pushed him into the room.

There were some people behind him. These people lowered their heads and carried food boxes one after another in their hands. One person moved the table to the side of the bed, and the others put the food in the food boxes on the table one by one, and they all rushed to the table. stepped back.

After waving away the person who pushed him behind, Zhong Yang turned the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and said softly: "I'm back, are you hungry, come out and eat something."

Cheng Jing poked her head out, her eyes fell on Chongyang, and she saw the cut on his face all of a sudden, she couldn't help being a little surprised, "What's wrong with your face?"

There was a moment of indifference on Zhongyang's face, but he smiled as if nothing had happened, "I bumped into it by accident," he glanced at the delicious food on the table, and said to Cheng Jing with a smile: "Come here, You must be very hungry, the pastry has been left overnight, you will get sick if you eat it, and you actually ate all of it."

Cheng Jing lowered her eyes and responded without asking about the wound on that face.

He leaned out, Shen Chongyang moistened the soft cloth, grabbed his hands, wiped each of his fingers and the webs between them clean, and then handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Cheng Jing took the chopsticks, and his eyes fell on the food on the table, and found that they were all very light dishes. Not only was he a little disappointed, he wanted to eat meat dishes.

Zhongyang looked at his disappointed face and smiled slightly, "I have been eating greasy food for the past few days, and I also occasionally eat light food."

Cheng Jing responded and put down her chopsticks.

Chongyang also wiped his hands, took a pair of chopsticks, and began to eat.

Cheng Jing looked at Chongyang, and slowly stopped his chopsticks. He looked away, landed on the rice bowl in front of him, and said softly: "Is the injury on your face related to your mother's family?"

Chong Yang paused, glanced at him, and lowered his eyes, "Why do you ask that?"

Cheng Jing hesitated and said: "You are having such a bad time here, why don't you leave here?"

Shen Zhongyang was silent, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, Qingjun's face was expressionless, he calmly said: "Where else can I go? I am really struggling here, but at least the Lin family is my niece, no matter how bad it is to me, I will always miss you What kind of life do you think a useless person like me will live if I go to other places with some blood relationship?"

Cheng Jing was speechless, Shen Zhongyang stared at his dark red eyes that were as magnificent as rare gems, and continued: "I am in this state, and I am restricted everywhere. Apart from staying in Yuzhou, where else can I go? I can only stay here."

Cheng Jing was silent, he stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a chopsticks of vegetables and put them in the heavy bowl, "Let's not talk about this, let's eat."

Chongyang looked at him, pulled his lips, and outlined a smile, "I have already had someone dig the pond, and soon, someone will get through to this room, and then, you don't have to stay in this room every day inside."

Cheng Jing paused for a while, and he raised his eyes to look at Chongyang, and said "hmm".

Chongyang's eyes fell on his lowered eyes, sliding little by little, from the eyes to the nose to the lips to the face, and finally his eyes fell on the glass-like ears as if evading.

Cheng Jing's mermaid-like face can take away all his eyes, but such strange ears can't distract his mind. Looking at it alone now, it is also very beautiful, like a radiant glazed fan, the bone part of the tail The end was dyed with a touch of lavender, shyly extending like a fan, exuding an indescribable sense of beauty, Shen Zhongyang was fascinated by it for a while, he stretched out his hand, and squeezed it before Cheng Jing could react. The soft touch of his ears made him use some strength to rub them, but he didn't expect that the chopsticks in Cheng Jing's hand fell to the table in an instant, and a bright red shot from his neck to his face. The dark red eyes were filled with moist liquid in a short time, and they were astonishingly beautiful, "You..." He tremblingly wanted to say something, but a series of broken moans couldn't wait to overflow from his throat , he suddenly limp and lay down on the table, the rice bowl in front of him was knocked to the ground by him and smashed to pieces.

Chongyang's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his light-colored pupils, and he didn't let go for a moment. Cheng Jing raised his arm tremblingly, and held Chongyang's arm weakly with his fingers, which was soaked in water and looked very beautiful. Dark red eyes looked at Chongyang, and said weakly: "Let go..."

Shen Zhongyang suppressed the surprise, looked at Cheng Jing's flushed face darkly, and chuckled lightly, "Why did you react so strongly?" As he said, he pinched the soft ears again, which were similar to Liuli's. The usually crystal clear ears also had a layer of crimson, and even the lavender at the end was a little darker.

Cheng Jing's body trembled more violently with Shen Zhongyang's movements, and his strength became weaker. He let out a vague moan in his throat, and the dark red eyes became more moist, and a tiny pearl slipped from his cheek, falling When it reached the table, it rolled to the ground again, making a crisp crashing sound.

Zhongyang's eyes became darker and darker, he had a daunting smile, his hands kept moving, he kept kneading his ears, and the other hand stretched out, gently lifting Cheng Jing's chin He raised his face, looked at his emotionally moved face, and his heart was hot, "What's wrong with you, why is your face so red?" Shen Zhongyang approached Cheng Jing, and his hot breath sprayed on his face that had become so red. The crimson ears made him tremble even more, and his hand that was holding Shen Yang's arm slipped down.

"Why don't you speak?" Shen Zhongyang straightened up, his voice hoarse, "Is it because I touched your ear?"

Cheng Jing didn't answer him, in fact he couldn't speak, his consciousness seemed to be far away from him, his dark red eyes were distracted by Shen Zhongyang's movements, his lips parted slightly, and tremblingly spit out a series of words. There was another series of weak groans, and crystal liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Chong Yang's eyes had become very scary, and his hand that kneaded Cheng Jing's ear gradually stopped, "Xiao Jing?" He murmured.

Even though Chongyang's movements stopped, Cheng Jing still didn't respond to his words. Chongyang's hand fell behind his back, and he started to stroke gently. Under his hand was Cheng Jing's long hair, which was as smooth as black satin, and he touched it occasionally. On the white back, the cold skin became hot.