Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Knife Mouth
From a certain point of view, Weng Tingjun is indeed a 'murderer'.
Regardless of whether the troll incident will happen or not, the Black Sea in this life is indeed planned by him.
Looking at Jessica's flickering eyes, Weng Tingjun's heart warmed.
What a lovely woman. It seems that the entertainment industry has been messing around all these years, and has not taken away the truth of these girls.
Jessica really cares about Park So-yeon, and she worries about herself as well.
It's just that her worries are a bit different.
"It's all at this point, and the nurse hasn't brought food yet, so it looks like she's going to complain about them." Weng Tingjun muttered quietly, which made his stomach grunt with hunger.
Jessica snorted coldly, feeling a little lost and a little happy.
What is sad is that Weng Tingjun did not 'reveal his true form', and he is glad that Weng Tingjun may not really be a fraudster or blackmailer.
Can you guess a woman's mind? Can't guess.
The first time I met, Weng Tingjun blackmailed her, and then Weng Tingjun almost blackmailed Sunny again, maybe this time Weng Tingjun changed his tone and just received the great benefit of CCM? Or maybe Weng Tingjun was the murderer in the first place, after all, Tiara was in an eventful time at this time, and most of the things reported in the news were slander and slander.
Weng Ting didn't refute, Jessica looked at his clean eyes, and put a big stone in her heart.
"Where's the trash can?"
Weng Tingjun was puzzled.
"I didn't find the trash can when I passed by...... Jessica explained seriously as she pulled out a thermal box.
Weng Tingjun wanted to laugh.
Jessica's pretty face under her sunglasses drooped and she stood up on her own, looking for the trash can.
"Don't waste it, I've been relying on infusions to replenish energy for the past few days, and I'm starving to death."
The corners of Jessica's mouth hooked when she turned her back to Weng Tingjun, "Found it." ”
"Hmm...... But it's a bit of a waste, for the sake of you being a sick number, it's good for you. ”
"It's not for you."
"I know." Weng Tingjun couldn't help laughing.
Opening the dining rack of the hospital bed, Weng Tingjun moved his buttocks and fiddled with the thermos box with his right hand.
The pink insulated box was pasted with some cute cartoons and animations, and he opened the insulated box with great effort with his right hand, even if a smell that stimulated his taste buds came to his face, Weng Tingjun couldn't help but gasp, and looked at Jessica pitifully, "The nurse is not here, I can't eat." ”
"I'll call you a nurse." Jessica sneered.
“……”
The price of calling a nurse is that most of the food in the insulated box is not enjoyed.
Weng Tingjun was almost not angry and cried.
"Thank you." After wiping his mouth, Weng Tingjun looked at her softly.
After a few contacts, he also knew that Jessica was a thin-skinned woman, and she was also a cold-hearted, hot-mouthed, knife-mouthed, tofu-hearted woman.
Jessica gladly accepted Weng Tingjun's thanks, her face was as usual, but there was a bright red on her snow-white neck
As everyone knows, this is also a disguised admission of her concern for him.
"I'm leaving."
"Hmmm! Did you come by car? ”
Jessica nodded, now many reporters are guarding the gate of the hospital, and they are too excited, which will put pressure on Sister Soyan.
"Stay safe and drive slower when you go back."
Jessica whispered, then packed up her things and walked out of the room.
Weng Tingjun looked at her graceful back and couldn't help but say, "Will you still come?" ”
Jessica paused, why did I come, and subconsciously blurted out, and then remembered Weng Tingjun's seriously injured appearance.
"I don't know."
Weng Tingjun laughed again.
The room was quiet again, except for the smell of a woman's perfume.
Weng Tingjun leaned comfortably on the pillow and tilted his head to look at the scenery outside the window, "The weather is really good today." ”
It was raining lightly outside.
And at this time, he suddenly thought of Akagi Gangxian in his mind, his face became gloomy, his right fists were clenched together, his finger joints were slightly blue, and even the smile in his eyes disappeared.
……
Sitting in the white BMW, Jessica had taken off her sunglasses, and her face was distressingly pale.
Sister Su Yan's appearance is not much better than that of Weng Tingjun.
The phone vibrated and Jessica slowed down.
"Sister, where are you?"
"I'm shopping." Jessica hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, "Xiujing, is Victoria coming back from Huaxia with a gift?" ”
Zheng Xiujing on the other end of the phone was puzzled, strange thing, did my sister take the wrong medicine today? Why is the tone so gentle?
"Yikes! I'll talk to you. ”
Holding the phone away from her ears, Zheng Xiujing breathed a sigh of relief, scared me to death, this is my sister.
"Mom told us to go home for dinner in the evening."
"Oh, got it."
……
Ten days later, Weng Tingjun's condition has improved by half, and he can already sit in a wheelchair and walk out of the ward to bask in the sun.
In the past ten days, Park Ji-yeon has occasionally prepared some special intentions to thank him, but Jessica is nowhere to be seen.
Weng Tingjun felt a little lost in his heart, as if he felt his feelings, and the leaves withered in the wind outside the window were also depressed.
The wound on his face had been scarred and the bandage had been removed, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Weng Tingjun asked Luo Yuhao to help him change a ward. Lying on the new hospital bed, Weng Tingjun looked at the Central Daily, thoughtful.
As he expected, psy's "Gang#Nam Style" swept South Korea, no, it gradually began to sweep the world.
The whole of South Korea was instantly #trendy, when a Rain made a movie in a Hollywood studio, Koreans thought that the next Oscar winner would be Rain.
It's ridiculous and cute, and psy's popularity has indirectly reduced the pressure on Tiara.
"Well, today only Quan Baolan is taking care of Park So-yeon, and everyone else has gone back to the hotel to rest."
Weng Tingjun nodded.
"Big brother, are you going to see Park So-yeon?"
Weng Tingjun did have this idea in his heart, in fact, in fact, the most innocent person in the entire car accident was Park Suyan. Completely suffering from the disaster of innocence, and this is the most difficult period for Tiara, the pressure can be imagined.
Weng Tingjun sighed silently, "I'll take a look." ”
Luo Yuhao was very discerning and took out the fruit basket that had been prepared.
"Big brother......" Luo Yuhao seems to have something unspeakable.
Weng Ting, who was thinking about what he needed to say after meeting Park Suyan, didn't notice Luo Yuhao's expression.
"Then I'll go first."
Luo Yuhao wanted to speak and stopped, and finally looked at Weng Tingjun's legs, and his heart tightened, "Okay." ”
……
Wearing a hat and casually smearing red potion on his face, Weng Tingjun with a fruit basket asked the nurse to push him into Park So-yeon's hospital room.
There was no elementary school student in the ward, and as soon as Weng Tingjun entered it, he heard a faint sobbing sound.
Weng Tingjun's mind sank, "I'm sorry for you." ”
"You're welcome, sir." The nurse placed the basket on a nearby table and quietly retreated.
Hearing the movement, the woman lying on the hospital bed stuck her head out of the quilt with great difficulty.
A rather delicate and pretty face was covered with undried tears at this time, and her eyes were red, which made people feel distressed when they looked at it.
"Hello, what do you want to do?" Hearing this, Weng Tingjun's heart hurt even more.