January 15, Gongye Hospital.

After getting used to one-centimeter-high heels, Ji Yiru cut her shoulder-length hair by the way and made an inner button. She began to apply makeup under the guidance of a professional makeup artist to look more radiant.

"This is a data analysis report for 90 companies. As for those books, I have only studied seven, but the general framework of knowledge is already understood. ”

Collins lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "It's only 29 days." ”

"I understand, I'll do my best."

"If you want to join my project team just by relying on this, I'm afraid you can only be an ordinary employee, and you don't have any future at all."

"It's okay, I'll take my time."

"No way," Collins said, extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, and walked up to her, "There are only about 34,000 vampires, and eighty percent of them are successful in medicine and have been trying to get the greater good for themselves. If you lose at the beginning, you'll never be able to keep up with everyone else. So give me a perfect project plan in three days, and I'll let you win at the starting point. ”

He leaned his face closer, his gaze taking his eyes off the throbbing arteries in her neck. Once you have the first delicacy, there will be a second, a third...... But he stopped, took her by the hand, went to the parking lot, and got into the car.

"Where?" Ji asked him.

"Gong Fei's mourning party."

The first time she saw him, he hadn't called another car to escort him, perhaps because he had been too cautious in the past. In fact, she couldn't see any danger around her at all, until she crossed a street corner and there was a dense burst of gunfire like rain.

"Get down!" He commanded loudly.

Holding her head in her hands, she cowered in the narrow clearing, only to hear bullets keep piercing the windows, one of which successfully hit him in the chest. He turned upside down and threw himself in front of her, photographing her face.

"Are you alright?" She asked awkwardly.

He didn't answer, but he could tell he was in pain. She felt his hand looking for something behind her back, and finally his hand stopped there, and then successfully recognized the fingerprint. Some kind of force was causing the car to vibrate, she guessed it was the bulletproof system on it.

The car was still driving, and she could see the new branches popping up outside the window. She didn't know where the car would go automatically, or maybe it was the destination he had set. In short, the gunfire finally stopped.

The car was parked on a beach. He covered the wound with his hands and staggered to the water. She followed, feeling as if he was badly injured.

"Give me the pen."

She used to keep her pen in her pocket so that she didn't run out of pen when she needed to remember something. As she handed it over, she saw a large area of blood-stained red on his chest.

"Turn your back or leave."

She chose to turn her back because he might need her help, and she could hear him undress, gritting his teeth in pain, and he must be gasping for air with his mouth. She really wanted to do something for him, because he had saved her. He was washing his wound with seawater, and it must have hurt.

"Stop! You will make yourself more miserable by doing so. She turned around and saw that his white shirt was soaking wet.

"I don't want to see myself bleeding."

"But it will make you bleed more," she instinctively thought of bandaging him. So, she took off her coat neatly, took off the cotton clothes she was wearing and handed it to him, "Tie it with this." ”

The clothes had her temperature, and he looked at her haggardly, then looked at the clothes in his hands, tore them, first wiped the wound with one part, and bandaged the rest.

"I'll help you." When she got closer, she noticed several scars on his back, but she didn't bother, just helping him tie the knot.

He buttoned up his shirt, stood up, and asked her to help him walk back, and get him into the back seat of the car as he wished.

"Come in and sit next to me."

She did as he was told.

"I turned on the heating, so it shouldn't be cold, so take off my coat."

She didn't say a word and did so.

He laughed, looked at the mark on her neck, then into her eyes, and said, "It's just you, willingly rather than willingly, forced rather than forced." I hate women like you the most, they don't take the initiative to attract men, and they don't stimulate the desires of bad men more and more because of desperate resistance. You're like a robot, always obedient and boring. ”

"But you'll need my blood." She was a little sad, and other women would be sad to listen to this man's evaluation.

When a person is cold, the secretion of adrenal and thyroid hormones increases, so that her blood is full of temptation. He turned his gaze to her bite mark once more, leaning closer to her neck, and could smell the rush of blood. In this way, he could not control his agitation, bared a pair of fangs, began to suck on her delicacy, and then put her to sleep. But once again, he regretted it, what disease did he suffer?