Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 390 Second Master, Do You Want to Hear My Story?
Although Wen Ruan's voice was calm, Ji Boyan could still hear a slight tremor, and felt that her hands were slowly tightening, her eyes were drooping, and a stormy sea was blowing in her pupils.

Is that so?
Ah.

He didn't think of going to trouble them, but instead, they came together reluctantly. It seemed that the time for retribution had come.

Ji Boyan let go of his gentle hands, then pulled her into his arms, buried her small face in his arms, put his right hand on the back of her head, and looked up at the couple.

Liu Huifang's face immediately changed when she heard Wen Ruan say this, pointing at Wen Ruan, she said confidently: "Why are you talking like that? Wen Ruan, we don't care if you eat or drink?"

Chen Tianyang was a bit honest and honest, seeing more and more people gathered around him, he couldn't hold back his face, held Liu Huifang's hand, and spoke in a soft tone, a little cowardly.

"Okay, let's go, don't be ashamed."

"Why go? I won't go, I just want to see how ungrateful this white-eyed wolf is today."

Hearing this, Ji Boyan's phoenix eyes filled with more murderous intent, his voice was light and lazy, with a bit of unconscious chill.

"Today, you are really unlucky."

The couple didn't realize what Ji Boyan meant, they looked at each other a few times, and then heard Ji Boyan's next words.

"Only those who live a kind life are worthy of living a good life, you are not worthy."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the comments of the people around him and the couple's reaction, and lowered his head to comfort Wen Ruan in a low voice: "Hey, leave it to me, you hide in my arms."

Wen Ruan nodded, and hugged Ji Boyan's waist tightly.

Ji Boyan hugged him horizontally, his gentle face was always buried in his arms.

Ji Boyan walked steadily, holding the person in his arms, walked back from the glass path, and returned to their homestay.

Wen Ruan was silent all the way and didn't speak.

Ji Boyan carried her back to their room, put her on the bed, and looked down at Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan's eye circles were a little red, but he didn't cry, and the smile on his usual bright little face also disappeared.

Throat rolled, Ji Boyan's distress filled his whole heart, raised his hand to touch Wen Ruan's little face, pursed his lips, his voice was a little low, but it was not difficult to hear the gentleness.

"Baby, remember what you told me earlier?"

Wen Ruan didn't speak, but looked up at Ji Boyan, blinking, as if waiting for his next words.

Ji Boyan sat on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and softly coaxed her: "Didn't you say that the most important thing is to be happy, and you shouldn't be angry for people you don't care about?"

Wen Ruan hugged Ji Boyan's waist, nodded, her voice was soft, trembling: "Second Master, do you want to hear my story?"

"Ah."

Wen Ruan was silent for a few seconds before speaking, telling the story of meeting Ji Boyan.

"I was brought home by them when I was a teenager. At that time, I was very happy, thinking that I finally had a family, but I never thought that it was the beginning of a life in hell."

"The adoptive father is relatively weak and listens to the adoptive mother in everything. The adoptive mother is strong and greedy for money. Adopting me back is not out of kindness, but just wants to marry me off to get the gift money."

"At the beginning, I always thought, even though they didn't treat me well and didn't give me living expenses, they still let me go to high school and pay the tuition fees. That would be great."

(End of this chapter)