"What's going on in your head? I'm not that kinky. As if seeing through Chu Jiaojiao's thoughts, Jiang Ci had some helplessness in his eyes.

"What about you...... What is this for? Chu Jiaojiao blinked, knowing that her thoughts had not escaped his eyes at all, and suddenly felt that she was so cranky!

"I just want to carry you to sleep, don't worry, I won't touch you." Jiang Ci promised, and then really just carried her to the bed.

Covering her with the quilt, Jiang Ci patted it lightly, and said in a soft voice, "Sleep!" ”

"Okay." Chu Jiaojiao obediently closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep under his patting.

Jiang Ci stared at her sleeping face for a moment, then let go of her hand and calmly withdrew her gaze.

He got out of bed, picked up his phone and left the room.

The door was shut, and he stood in the hallway and dialed a phone.

His thin voice rang out in the night when he heard the voice coming from the other side, mixing with the lights of the hallway, and there was always a feeling of being too dark.

"Send someone to check on Zou Mosi." The man's face was calm and unpredictable, and his straight figure was extremely indifferent.

There seemed to be some suppressed anger in his heart, which gradually spread out at this moment, he put one hand in his pocket and continued to command, "Also, let people keep an eye on the side of the prosperous dynasty, I don't want any more accidents." ”

"Then Shen Mufeng's ......" asked with some hesitation on the other side, as if he didn't know how to deal with this matter.

"Protect him, I'll still be of some use to him." With a smile tugging at his thin lips, he leaned against the wall, took a lighter from his pocket, and lit it directly.

The faint blue firelight reflected the man's face, and a layer of haze and anger had already floated on the eyebrows under his eyes.

After a while, he released the button of the lighter, and Fang narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, please rest assured, sir." Donglin promised, and told Jiang Ci about some recent things before hanging up the phone.

Jiang Ci then went to the study again, and probably used the computer to deal with things for a while before walking back to the bedroom.

A night light was lit on the bedside table, and he was just about to go to bed when he caught a glimpse of the woman's sweaty forehead and a look of pain.

"Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Ci pushed her, afraid that she would fall into a dream again, so he wanted to wake her up.

Chu Jiaojiao bit her lip, her lip flap was already like a flower damaged by rain, her expression was a trace of pain and discomfort, and her voice was very soft, "Jiang Ci, my stomach hurts." ”

"What's wrong Jiaojiao?" As soon as he heard her words, Jiang Ci suddenly panicked, and immediately wanted to pick her up, "Jiaojiao, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"No need Jiang Ci." Chu Jiaojiao shook her head weakly, remembering that she had been standing on the balcony for a long time at night, and replied, "It should be that the wind blew at night and it was cold." ”

"Does it hurt?" Knowing what she meant, Jiang Ci was silent for a while before asking.

He looked at her with dark inky eyes, and his expression was even more tangled than that of a person with a stomachache.

Chu Jiaojiao nodded, she couldn't describe this kind of aunt's pain, she only felt like she was going to die again.

"Jiaojiao, I'll take you to the hospital." Jiang Ci really couldn't bear to see her hurt so much, and proposed, bending down to pick her up again.

"I don't want to go." Chu Jiaojiao continued to shake her head, her teeth biting her lips whiter, which seemed to add some pitiful meaning.

"So what can I do so that you don't feel so bad?".

Jiang Ci said, reached out and put it in the quilt, reached into her lower abdomen and asked softly, "Is it painful here?" ”