Although Qiao An didn't want to be with Mu Jingxi, her words still made her unhappy. Follow? Dream?. lā

What is destined?

With such certainty, where does her confidence come from?

"You're confident." Joan hooked her lips and smiled, unspeakably contemptuous, tactfully between her tone.

Lin Shuangshuang straightened up and went straight into the kitchen.

After a while, Mu Jingxi came down from upstairs.

His steps, unhurried, grim, and his gaze were sharp.

"Let's go."

He came to Joan's side, pulled her to her feet, and walked out.

In the air, there seemed to be a smell of blood.

Joan frowned, "You bleed?" ”

Her sensitivity to breath is not low, especially when the two of them are close to each other, and she quickly discovers the clue.

The black shirt, already slimy on his back, clings to his back.

The hand that clenched her wrist suddenly tightened, and Mu Jingxi strode away with her.

Along the way, Joan's mind was full of doubts.

How could he get hurt?

Did his father beat him?

Why hit him?

Back in the west wing, Mu Jingxi let go of her and walked indoors.

Standing behind him, Qiao An stopped him, "Mu Jingxi." ”

"Huh?"

"I'm going to go out."

"Reason."

"Go and see Ji Tilt."

The man walked on with his long legs, and it was clear that this reason was not enough to justify her going out.

Does he disagree?

Qiao An was in a hurry, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of him, "I have to go out, you let them go." ”

"Nope." Bypassing her, Mu Jingxi stepped indoors.

Qiao An followed closely behind him and grabbed his arm, "Mu Jingxi, don't go!" ”

The man broke her hand and told the servant, "Bring the medicine kit." ”

"Sanshao, are you injured?" The maid looked shocked, "Is it serious?" I'll call your family doctor! ”

"No, the medicine kit will be delivered to my bedroom."

Dropping the words, Mu Jingxi went upstairs.

Qiao An hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward to follow, and in the bedroom, Mu Jingxi raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.

Slowly took off the black shirt.

On his back, a blur of flesh and blood.

As soon as Joan stepped into the bedroom, she saw the scene, her shirt almost clinging to the wound.

As he took off his clothes, he could almost hear the sound of clothes and flesh peeling, and Qiao Anxin didn't come with a tight convulse.

Not surprised is fake.

Not being scared is also fake.

Such a serious injury looks shocking, what did he do to be beaten like this?

The little maid ran up panting with the medicine box in her hand, "Miss Qiao, please let me go." ”

"I'll do it." Jo Ann took the medicine kit from the maid and went into the bedroom.

The servant nodded dumbfoundedly, "Okay." ”

Immediately, the door was closed for them.

Mu Jingxi tilted his head slightly, and when he saw her, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and a touch of displeasure crossed from the depths of his eyes, "Why are you here?" ”

"What, are you still afraid of me seeing?"

Qiao An gave him an angry look, "Sit down, I'll give you medicine." ”..

Mu Jingxi stood still and did not move.

Boom!

The medicine box was put on the coffee table by Qiao An, her hands were on her hips, and she said angrily, "Mu Jingxi, you are injured." The patient should have the appearance of a patient, and if you continue to fight with me, you will be the one who suffers! ”

"Let the servant come in and you go out."

Mu Jingxi ordered coldly.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't do what I say honestly, I'll ......"