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    Hearing this, Jing Wenbin paused, a little confused that Jing Yanxiu mentioned this so suddenly.

    "Yeah, what's wrong?"

    When he mentioned his wife, Jing Wenbin's eyes suddenly softened a lot.

    "It will be fine as long as the eldest brother of the Jing family has a wife." He said lightly.

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

    He opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Jing Yanxiu.

    Jing Yanxiu put down the tea cup, looked at Jing Wenbin sideways and said, "If my sister-in-law has 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 left, do you have to live with a corpse?! Also, my son will not inherit your real power, you want someone to inherit you  Just give birth to a son with those things!"

    ""

    Jing Yanxiu looked away and remained silent.

    Seeing this, Jing Wenbin was about to say something when 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 takes a lifetime, I am willing to wait. As for grandma, you can do it for me.  I said sorry to her."

    The young man¡¯s expression was indifferent, but it was so, the more it showed his determination.

    Jing Wenbin sighed in his heart.

    Regarding Jing Yanxiu¡¯s words that Shen Wanqing was not dead, Jing Wenbin only regarded it as a psychological hint given to himself by his excessive thoughts about Shen Wanqing in recent years.

    Everyone was already lying in the coffin on the ground. He also watched the burial with his own eyes. How could he not be dead?

    But it was probably because of this psychological suggestion that Yanxiu was able to survive these ten years.

    If he forced Yanxiu to shatter the expectations in his heart, Yanxiu might just lose control of his emotions and think about it, and no one would be able to control it.

    "Hey, forget it, I won't talk to you about this anymore. Just have your own plans, and I won't force you to do anything, brother."

    Jing Wenbin sighed. His tongue was a little dry. He picked up the tea cup and took another sip of tea before continuing: "I have a second thing to ask you for. I heard that you will leave for Suzhou in three days?"

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

    "I'll go with you too." Jing Wenbin said: "Five years ago, when I went to Suzhou to transport goods, I was ambushed by the enemy. I was injured and fell into a coma. It was Mr. Shen of the Shen family in Gusu who saved me.  I left in a hurry and didn't show my identity to thank you. This time I will go to Suzhou with you and bring some gifts to see Mr. Shen. Okay?"

    Jing Yanxiu¡¯s expression was cold, his long snow-white fingers were clasping light golden buttons, and the thin pocket watch chain hanging from his heart was shaking slightly.

    He pursed his lips lightly.

    "It doesn't matter."

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

    Jing Wenbin left.

    The bedroom returned to its previous quietness.

    The young man in front of the clothes rack has also sorted out his clothes. His Western-style snow-white shirt is clean and flat, with light golden buttons slightly rippled. He is wearing a black windbreaker with a thin pocket watch chain hanging from his heart.

    The expression is indifferent and cold.

    Those black eyes were emotionless, even indifferent.

    Suddenly, his fingertips touched something soft in his pocket.

    He took it out.

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

    His eyes suddenly became gentle.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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