Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Hearing this, Jing Wenbin paused for a moment, somewhat puzzled by Jing Yanxiu's sudden mention of this.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Mentioning his wife, Jing Wenbin's eyes softened a lot.

"Brother Jing's family is fine as long as he has a queen." He said lightly.

Jing Wenbin frowned, Yanxiu clearly meant that he did not want to marry a wife.

He opened his mouth, trying to persuade Jing Yanxiu.

But Jing Yanxiu put down his teacup, looked sideways at Jing Wenbin and said, "If sister-in-law's baby is a boy, when he grows up, if he is interested in military affairs, I will hand over the power to him."

Jing Wenbin stood up immediately.

He frowned and was very dissatisfied: "Yanxiu, Qingqing has already left, do you have to live with a dead body?! Also, my son does not inherit your real power, if you want someone to inherit you Those things that I have given birth to a son of my own!"

"..."

Jing Yanxiu looked away and remained silent.

Seeing this, Jing Wenbin was about to say something, but he heard the young man murmuring, "She's not dead."

Jing Wenbin didn't hear clearly, "Yanxiu, what did you say?"

Jing Yanxiu turned his head and looked at him with black eyes, "Brother, Qingqing is not dead, she will not die. She will come to me, and I will wait for her. Even if it is a lifetime, I am willing. I said sorry to her."

The young man's expression is indifferent, but it is so, the more it shows his determination.

Jing Wenbin sighed inwardly.

Regarding Jing Yanxiu's words that Shen Wanqing was not dead, Jing Wenbin only took it as a psychological hint he had given to himself because he missed Shen Wanqing too much these years.

Everyone was already lying in the coffin underground, and he was the one who watched the burial with his own eyes, so how could they not die.

However, it is probably because of this psychological hint that Yanxiu can survive these ten years.

If he forced Yanxiu to shatter the little expectation in his heart, maybe Yanxiu would lose control of his emotions, and no one would be able to control it.

"Hey, forget it, I won't talk to you about it. Just make up your own mind, and I won't force you to do anything, brother."

Jing Wenbin sighed, his tongue was a little dry, he picked up his teacup and took another sip of tea before continuing, "I have a second business for you. I heard that you are leaving for Suzhou in three days?"

Over there, the young man holding a pocket watch on his fingertips in front of the hanger looked indifferent. He lowered his eyes, put the pocket watch in his heart pocket, and said calmly: "Well, there is something to deal with over there."

"I'll go with you too." Jing Wenbin said: "Five years ago when I was transporting goods in Suzhou, I was ambushed by the enemy's family, injured and unconscious, and it was Master Shen from the Shen family in Gusu who rescued me. At that time, I left in a hurry, and I didn't show my identity to thank you. This time I will go to Suzhou with you, and I will bring some gifts to see Master Shen. Is that okay?"

Jing Yanxiu's expression was indifferent, with long snow-white fingers buttoning light gold buttons, and the thin pocket watch chain dangling slightly on his heart.

He pursed his lips lightly.

"No problem."

Hearing this, Jing Wenbin nodded, "Okay, I'll go clean up first."

Jing Wenbin left.

The bedroom returned to its previous silence.

The young man in front of the hanger had also tidied up his clothes. The western-style snow-white shirt was clean and flat, with slightly rippling light gold buttons. He was wearing a black windbreaker outside, with a pocket watch and a thin chain dangling from his heart.

His expression was indifferent.

Those black eyes were emotionless, even dull.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched something soft in his pocket.

He takes it out.

Snow-white fingertips gently stroked the twisted words embroidered on the light blue lucky bag.

His eyes suddenly softened.