Rebirth of the Chief Witch

Chapter 870 Crippled Situ Ling (1)
Standing beside Ji Sufei, Rong Ao's voice sounded a little thick: "How have you been doing these years?"

Ji Sufei glanced at Rong Ao, "Very good!"

"Luci France is very powerful, Ji Sufei, you are indeed an excellent dictator!" Rong Ao said lightly.

"Dictator?" Ji Sufei thought of the adjective that is now used internationally for her ruler of the empire, dictator, "You think I'm dictator too?"

Rong Ao smiled, and didn't know what to say. He had been tempted by this woman for a moment, but it was only once. Now that he has a wife and a child, as a man, he cannot and will not allow himself Again and again, he is a responsible man, Situ You may not be a good wife, but at least he is a good mother.

In fact, sometimes, Rong Ao can also see that Situ You doesn't have the kind of feelings between a man and a woman towards him. From the beginning, he swore in his heart that he would treat her well, because that woman was his wife, the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, and Situ You always felt in his heart that he didn't love her, and even felt that he had no love for Ji Sufei. So just now, when Rong Ao accompanied Ji Sufei, she didn't say anything.

"I have a daughter!" Rong Ao said casually, "I rushed here after get off work today, but I couldn't bring her with you. Next time I have time, I will visit my house as a guest."

"Okay!" Ji Sufei nodded, looked into Rong Ao's eyes, smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand, "Rong Ao, bless you!"

"Thank you!" Rong Ao also extended his hand and shook Ji Sufei's hand in a friendly way. Those past feelings are just fleeting, and no one can stick to others for a lifetime. Everyone has their own independent emotions and their own choices. On the way, he, Rong Ao, has never been a stickler.

"What do you think about Situ Ling?"

"You want to ask if I will help him?"

Rong Ao really meant that, but he wouldn't say it clearly, help, how to help?Ji Sufei can help solve the things that Situ's family can't face so far?In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that without Rong Ao's explanation, Zuo was just a habit in the officialdom to avoid misfortune from the mouth, and it was just a side-ball.

Rong Ao took Ji Sufei to the door of Situ Ling's room, "He's inside, you go in! I won't go in, I think, he definitely doesn't want me to disturb your conversation."

Ji Sufei glanced at Rong Ao, nodded, and raised her hand to open the door, Rong Ao's voice came again: "Ji Sufei!"

Ji Sufei looked back, waiting for Rong Ao's next words, Rong Ao's deep pupils flickered a few times, "Without that deal, would you help Situ Ling? Or do you really think that Situ Qing must die?"

The corner of Ji Sufei's mouth raised a strange arc: "Actually, it's just a psychological game, just a joke, maybe it's very cold."

Rong Ao didn't speak, but looked at Ji Sufei with complicated eyes. They all changed, especially Ji Sufei, who had a strong aura of vicissitudes and killing.

"Rong Ao, I remember I said in the past that I may be cold-blooded, but I'm not cold-blooded!" Ji Sufei's eyes were indifferent, and she stated calmly.

Rong Ao paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc. Ji Sufei stopped talking, opened the door and went in. Rong Ao watched the door close, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette to digest the loneliness.

When Situ Ling heard the sound of the door, the movement of his fingers stopped for a moment. After a few seconds, he continued to do his own thing. A masterpiece, the footsteps made no sound at all.

Holding a small knife in his right hand, Situ Ling kept carving on a piece of wood. Even though the piece of wood carving was not a very successful work, he still persisted in carving, making each cut deeply and vigorously.

His breathing was no longer uniform, and the movements of his fingers became more and more accelerated. Finally, with one stab, the wood carving was destroyed, and at the same time, his fingers were cut. Blood gushed out, but Situ Ling seemed to be unconscious, just staring at the blood on his fingers. daze.

"Why don't you speak?" Situ Ling raised his eyes and stared at Ji Sufei, complaining with a bit of resentment.

Compared with Situ Ling in ten years, the man in front of him feels much older. He is only 28 years old, but he looks like 35 or [-] years old, with sunken eyeballs, thick dark circles, and slovenly appearance His skin is weakly pale and unhealthy dark yellow, and his hair is messy and fluffy. He is not at all the "little bully" who moved the city of Yanjing back then.

As expected, time can change many things. Birth does not necessarily determine the happiness of life. There is a saying that there are unpredictable things in the sky, which is probably used to describe Situ Ling's frame.

Ji Sufei never thinks that she is unique. In fact, everyone is unique to herself or to those who care about him, so Ji Sufei does not think that the people around her will be able to live a satisfactory life. Going on, she is not the one who specifically brings happiness, nor is she the one who specifically brings disasters. It can only be said that everyone has his own destiny.

Ji Sufei faded away from her usual indifference, walked to the window, raised her hand and opened the curtains, opened the window, and the cool breeze was blowing. Looking at the night sky from this angle, one or two stars could still be seen, which were not very bright.

"Ahem..." Situ Ling lowered his head and coughed twice, then shouted loudly, "Close the window!"

Ji Sufei ignored Situ Ling's scolding, but picked up a wood carving on the ground and looked at it, "I haven't seen you in ten years, you have learned a new skill!"

"Ji Sufei, what do you mean by coming back now? To humiliate me or to pity me?" Situ Ling asked through gritted teeth.

"Ten years later, you still haven't grown up, you are still like a child." Ji Sufei said casually.

"What exactly do you want to say?" This time, Situ Ling obviously calmed down a lot, "What about me doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?" Situ Ling moved the wheelchair under him, facing Ji Sufei, venting his anger Lifting off the covering blanket, revealing the empty trouser legs, "If you were worried about that incident ten years ago, now, seeing me like this, you should be very happy, right?"

"Why should I feel happy?" Ji Sufei turned her head and looked at Situ Ling indifferently, "If I was worried about what happened ten years ago, I could have killed you ten years ago."

Situ Ling tightly grasped his trouser legs with both fists, but heard Ji Sufei speak again: "Situ Ling, I came to you to have a good talk."

Situ Ling was in a struggle, let's have a good talk...Can he and her still have a good talk?What did he use to talk to her?

(End of this chapter)