Doting On Wife Like It’s His Life, The President Is Determined Not To Divorce

Mu Xincheng felt that this person was really sick, and that he needed two bodyguards to guard him for just one break. Others thought it was a prison if they didn't know it. Besides, it was dark and they were wearing sunglasses. Can these people see clearly?

The lights in the yard were turned on and the lights were shining. Mu Xincheng also looked at it quickly. She knew that Jiang Jingzhi’s house was very big, and there was a swimming pool in the back garden, but the pool was already there. There is no more water.

She was a little disappointed. She squatted by the swimming pool and asked him, "Why don't you put water here? I built a swimming pool and didn't put water. Is this going to be used as a garbage dump?"

Something flashed in Jiang Jingzhi's phoenix eyes, his eyes lowered, "Do you want to swim?"

Mu Xincheng nodded seriously, "I think!"

When she was a child, her mother died early, and her father loved her very much. She always took her to the swimming pool every summer. At first, she was afraid of water, but after months of teaching her father, she fell in love with swimming.

In hot weather, she just wanted to soak in the water.

Jiang Jingzhi said, "I will have someone clean up tomorrow and put in the water."

Only then did Mu Xincheng raise the corners of her mouth with satisfaction. After waking up for so long, only this thing went well.

At this moment, she thought of her dad, and she was particularly concerned about her. After all, her dad was the person she knew best in her memory, and she was also the closest person to her. At this moment, she wanted to see him.

She stood up, looked at Jiang Jingzhi in front of her, and asked, "By the way, where is my dad? I want to see him, can you send me back tomorrow?"

Jiang Jingzhi was silent. When Mu Xincheng saw this, his mood also sank and opened his mouth. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Where's my dad? Jiang Jingzhi, why don't you speak? My dad?" Mu Xincheng walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and yelled at him with panic in his eyes.

This is more panic than when he wakes up to know that he has become his Jiang Jingzhi's wife, because that is her father, her only relative, even if he later married a stepmother and has a new son, that is still her favorite father.

Jiang Jingzhi gently pressed her into his arms, and a low voice rang in her ear, "Cheng'er, your father, he has been dead for six years."

Even though she had already had bad expectations, she was still stunned when she really heard this cruel fact. At that moment, her body froze, her head was blank, and she couldn't think of anything.

Jiang Jingzhi gently stroked her back, "Don't be sad, I'm here, I've always been."

Listening to his comforting words, tears always overflowed from his eyes, winding down his cheeks.

Mu Xincheng never thought that she would cry in front of this man a second time. She didn't want to be vulnerable, but her father had been dead for six years. This was really a big blow to her.

She is very strange to this world. She thought that there was still a dad, but now she doesn't even have a dad.

Mu Xincheng couldn't remember exactly how she was brought back to the room. She only remembered that she kept crying. No matter how Jiang Jingzhi coaxed, her tears could not stop.

When she calmed down, she sat on the bed, holding the quilt in a daze.

Jiang Jingzhi came in with a bowl of noodles in his hand, walked over, and said to her, "Get hungry, eat something first, and sleep well. Tomorrow, I will take you to see your father."

Mu Xincheng silently took the chopsticks and the bowl of noodles he handed over, took a few mouthfuls, and couldn't help but look up at him and asked, "Jiang Jingzhi, how did my dad die?"