Ji Rufeng's whole body trembled and a little cold sweat burst out from his forehead.

Zhao Jian is only 26 years old now. Ten years ago, he should have been a delicate little girl. How could he be...

"No!" After a moment of shock, Ji Rufeng said firmly: "She will never do such a thing for no reason! I believe her!"

Mo Bai's mouth twitched, "You are a professional short-term care provider."

"No!" Ji Rufeng said seriously: "It has nothing to do with protecting her, I know her."

“…”

This time Mo Bai didn't even know what to say.

"You check this matter carefully, anyway... A Jian will never despise human life or kill it."

Mo Bai couldn't help but want to remind her, "She was not yet an adult at that time. Are you sure she has established her values?"

Ji Rufeng thought of the wise old man in Edinburgh, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm sure."

Mo Bai was speechless and could only say, "Then I'll send you some of the things I found first."

"Um."

"By the way, if you want to know, why don't you ask her directly?"

"Your wife ran away with someone. I ask your wife why she ran away with someone every day. Do you think you are very happy?"

"Depend on!"

Ji Rufeng hung up the phone before she could say anything. He pressed his painful eyebrows and lit a cigarette again.

Ten years ago, what happened to Zhao Jian in the Zhao family?

Zhao Jian woke up and said that Ji Rufeng was not on the bed. She was rarely clean and wrapped in a white nightgown. The soft cotton nightgown was embroidered with complex patterns, which was very beautiful. I don’t know how the man was in the mood to wear it on himself.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and saw Ji Rufeng sitting at the door of the balcony in the morning, facing her, holding a picture album in her hand, holding a pencil, quickly depicting it on it.

His eyes were very dark, and Zhao Jian came over and sat with him on the balcony, "Have you not sleep well?"

The man tilted his head and smiled, his eyes kept looking down along the collar of her round neck. Zhao Jian glared at him angrily, "Can you be more serious?"

"It's enough to be well-dressed outside all day, but you have to be serious when you get home?"

The man smiled and took a bite on her lips.

Zhao Jian covered his lips and glared at him, then glanced at his notebook. At first glance, her face turned a little red.

She is undoubtedly the person in the album, but she is no longer the sleeping sleeping on the bed, but the way she looked when she just got up.

"You're too fast, right?" She got up for less than five minutes, and the painting was almost over.

"No, I've started painting since you got up."

"..." Zhao Jian didn't quite believe it, "How did you know that I was like this when I woke up?"

"I know you." The man raised his eyebrows at her, "so you should learn more about me in the future."

She couldn't help but glared at him, like the kind of communication I had last night, so I'd better lose it in the future.

However, Zhao Jian was still surprised. When she thought about it carefully, the posture of the person in the album was really similar to when she just woke up.

"How is it? Do you think I really know you?"

“…” Can she say that she doesn’t like to understand the word very much now?

"I want to wash up."

"I can……"

"Stop!" Zhao Jian refused seriously, "I can do it myself!"

"Are you sure?"

"certainly!"

The man's face instantly moved, "I really don't need my help?"

"No need!" Resolutely resist!
Chapter completed!