"I want to move out."

The voice did not fall, and even the housekeeper was shocked.

I can’t believe that sweetness is going to say this to him.

The thoughts in Ji Jingchen's heart suddenly sank, and his face suddenly changed.

He looked up and looked at the sweetness.

“Say it again.”

Sweetie was determined.

"I asked the school, Le Shang can board, I applied for a dormitory, in two days should pass."

His eyes were heavy, and he stared at the sweetness.

"Housekeeper, come down."

The housekeeper was surprised and rushed forward.

He knew that the more calm Ji Jingchen's performance, the more angry he was.

He was worried about sweetness.

“Sir . . .

“I’ll let you down!”Then he rebuffed again.

The butler frowned, looked at the sweetness, and finally bowed his head.

“Yes, sir.”

The door was closed from the outside, and the living room was so quiet that the air was condensing.

Ji Jingchen slowly spit out a breath and pressed his anger, but with little effect.

“Why?Give me a reason.”

He said, "I want to live in school."

“Impossible!”Ji Jingchen sharply refused.

"Didn't you do everything you could to get into this door of the Ji family?"“Now that you’re in, you want to go?”

He grabbed her, and suddenly in his mind came to mind the picture of the square sitting with the man.

He had investigated that the man was the hottest star now.

Is it because someone better is going to dump him?

Dreaming!

The pupil of the stud suddenly shrank, bursting with an angry flame.

He squeezed her wrist as if he could hold her tightly.

“Do you think this is the place where you want to go in and walk?”

Sweet and sweet frowned, I don't know what Ji Jingchen is clinging to.

"I stay here, it is also superfluous, since I look at the two tired, why do you still live together?"

He leaned closer, gritted his teeth, and spoke a word.

“Even if I’m tired, I’ll look at you and make you under my nose!”

Warm sweet sweet was startled by the fierce light in his eyes, and looked at her in horror.

Ji Jingchen laughed coldly, deliberately lowering the voice with a thick threat.

“Do you want to move to school and live with someone else?”

“Then I tell you, it’s impossible!Your application will not be approved!Never will!Not for a lifetime!Because I am the only ruler of Leshan, and if I let you go east, you will never be able to go west.”

His broad palms were on his sweet face, soft in his movements, but in a tone.

"I want you to live in my hands all my life."

He shook his head and grabbed his hand, trying to push him away.

“Don’t you have a linguist?Why not let me go?”

A little frowned.

“The language of God?Just because of her?”

He loosened the warmth and sweetness, and looked condescendingly at the man who had fallen on the sofa.

“If it’s because of that, I’ll let her move tomorrow.”But even if you die, you must die in front of my eyes.”

Then he turned away.

She sat on the couch and lowered her head.

She just didn’t want to hurt herself anymore.

The next day, Wen Sweet and Sweet together, I saw the housekeeper take people to move out of Jiang Wentian's things.

"Mr. Jiang's injury is good, let her move out today."

He said, looking curiously at the sweetness.

What happened last night, why did it not last time, but became a Jiang language?

Warm sweet and sweet look at the stream of things that are constantly moving out of the room, the mood is complex.

“Where is the language of God?”

"Miss Jiang seems not very happy, go out."

Speaking of this, the butler frowned and was somewhat dissatisfied.

This morning, he told his husband what he meant to Jiang, but Jiang Tian refused to go, and even became angry.

A lot of things in the room were smashed by her, and to die or to live was not to go.

But he made up his mind that he would let her go.

Jiang language for half an hour, finally stopped, but ran out.

But since Mr. Dare to go Jiang, does it mean that he sees the sweetness?

Thinking of this, the butler smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, when you have moved something, you can prepare breakfast."

Sweet dessert nodded and turned downstairs.

Even the kitchen helped, and there was no one.

On the board are the small dishes that have been cut, and the rice is also put.

The time is actually not too early, but from those things in the Jiangyutian room, it should take more than an hour to finish.

Go over sweetly and put the porridge on your hands.

The food that was prepared before is also packed.

By the time the cook came in, the porridge was already cooked softly, and she was putting the cut fish in it and boiling it for two or three minutes.

“Oh, Miss Jiang, how can you cook in person?”

The cook ran over and took the shovel in her hand.

"It's okay, I see you're busy, so it's not difficult."

The cook looked at the fish porridge in the pot and was slightly surprised: “Fish porridge?”

"What's the matter?"I saw that there were fish in the fridge.

The cook smiled and said, "Those fishes are sent by others, and sirs do not eat fish."

Not eating fish?

Sweet and sweet look at the dishes in her hand.

“Hasn’t he gone to the company yet?”Let's do one again."

“Hmm.”

The cook smiled and lowered her voice, "But sir, I rarely eat breakfast, and maybe I won't eat it today."

After eating a bowl of fish porridge, the butler just walked in at this time, telling her to rearrange the room of Jiang Yutian in a later period, which may be a little noisy.

Wen Sweet shook her head, not caring: "No, I will go to Zhang's old home later."

The blue and white porcelain bowl was almost repaired, and today there is no need to go to class, just to be sent back.

She had just gone upstairs, and Ji Jingchen came to the restaurant.

The cook did not expect that he would suddenly have breakfast today, and hurriedly said, "Sir, breakfast is not ready."

He glanced at the table and saw that there were still dishes on the table.

“What is this?”

The cook said, "That's Miss Jiang's own fish porridge."

His eyes were on the bowl, uncharacteristic.

“Come with a bowl.”

The cook was slightly surprised, this is the first time that Mr. Ji wants to eat something related to fish.

The butler pushed her, and the cook quickly responded and turned into the kitchen.

Warm sweet and sweet put the restored blue and white porcelain bowl back in the box, carefully holding it down from the upper floor.

Passing the restaurant, but seeing that Ji Jingchen was eating a bowl of fish porridge with a bowl of fish.

She did not react for a while, waiting out the door, only to remember, Ji Jingchen did not eat fish?