Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8387 Every move is a soldier (8)

Yan Jia sat on the bed in the bedroom, her eyes were blank and blank, and she turned to look at the position of the pillow.

As long as he doesn't move and sits quietly, the figure of the woman will appear at the head of the bed again. She habitually reads a book with her head down, quiet and taciturn, like a delicate Begonia flower.

But when facing him, she would turn into a rose with thorns, and those thorns turned into sharp swords, stabbing into his heart one by one.

Every look she looked at him, every word she said to him.

Yan Jia closed his eyes, curled his hands, and held them slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the person at the head of the bed became Zhouzhou.

Zhouzhou sat on the bed and played with building blocks, painted, and painted patterns on the sheets with watercolors.

"Second uncle, second uncle..." The child saw him, raised his head and called him, waving the watercolor pen in his hand, smiled at him, "Draw together."

Yan Jia raised his hand to pick up the watercolor pen in his hand. His fingertips were about to touch the tip of the pen. Suddenly, the watercolor pen disappeared.

Yan Jia's face changed, leaning forward, trying to grab Zhouzhou.

However, Zhouzhou also disappeared in front of him.

"Zhouzhou!" he shouted.

No one answered, and Yan Jia realized that just now... it was just an illusion of nothingness.

There was only one bed and two pillows in front of him, the same as before the accident, nothing changed.

That woman and Zhouzhou had already left him.

Yan Jia closed his eyes, and a knife cut a long wound in his heart, dripping with blood, and the pain was unbearable.

All afternoon, Yan Jia locked himself in the bedroom, sitting quietly without eating or drinking.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered like a puppet.

The scorching sun gradually moved from the middle of the sky to the west.

In the evening, the wind was blowing in Jiangshan Garden, the wind blew the bamboo leaves, and the silk and bamboo were in chaos.

The light was not turned on in the bedroom, but Yan Jia could not tell the difference between day and night. He sat quietly in the dark, motionless.

Until, Ji Changmu knocked on the bedroom door.

"Yan Jia."

At first, Yan Jia did not respond.

Ji Changmu knocked a few more times before Yan Jia raised his head, there was a dim light in his dark eyes, and his figure was shrouded in the night.

The window curtains fluttered, and the whole bedroom was filled with a cool and chilling atmosphere.

Ji Changmu opened the door, and it was dark in front of him.

"Crack," he flipped the switch on the wall, and the light came on.

"Yan Jia, go downstairs for dinner, it's getting late."

Yan Jia put down his folded hands, he slowly straightened his waist, and finally raised those dim eyes.

Ji Changmu saw disappointment, depression, despair, and many complex emotions in his eyes.

However, Yan Jia finally stood up, walked very slowly, and his body had not recovered: "Let's go, Lao Ji."

The kitchen had already prepared the dinner party, and Ji Changmu specially asked them to boil some sparerib soup.

Seeing that there was no wine on the table, Yan Jia asked, "Lao Ji, let me get you a bottle of wine."

"No, just have a meal. Besides, Mu Yuan doesn't let me drink very much. If she finds out about it, she won't bother me for days."

"Why won't you drink it? Are you going to have a baby?"

"Where are you going?" Ji Changmu said with a smile, "She is still studying, and she doesn't want to have a baby at this time."

"Get one sooner, Lao Ji, how old are you." Only when Yan Jia was joking with Ji Changmu would there be a trace of different emotions on his face, no longer depression.

"I can't be the master, I have to listen to Mu Yuan."

(End of this chapter)