"Don't go!" Ruan Qianya grabbed Jing Yihong, who was about to go with the police officer, her eyes were red in distress, and her voice was trembling: "Are you stupid?" Why save me? In case you don't catch his dagger, you'll die, do you know? ”

Her tone was full of reproach, and there was distress hidden in the reproach, which made Jing Yihong's throat seem to be choked, and she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

The warm liquid dripped on his palm, Jing Yihong looked at her in shock, and when he saw her crying, his heart couldn't help but soften, and he said jokingly: "Are you going to use your tears to clean my wounds?" ”

Ruan Qianya stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and urged, "I'll take you to treat the wound." ”

Walking through the crowd of onlookers, Jing Yihong's footsteps suddenly stopped, he looked at Ruan Qianya, and suddenly asked, "The name you just shouted 'Jing Yihong' is calling me?" ”

Ruan Qianya's heart went up and down, and there was hesitation in her clear eyes.

"No matter what I say, will you believe me?"

"I don't know." Jing Yihong said frankly, and his words were straightforward.

His mind is very messy now, and there are too many doubts trapped in his heart, making it difficult for him to sort out his mind in such a short time, so how can he believe it?

He steadied himself and let out a heavy breath, "But I'd like to hear your answer." ”

I don't know why, between believing in Nangong Yu and believing in Ruan Qianya, Jing Yihong wants to choose the latter.

Since he wanted to hear it, Ruan Qianya made up her mind, no matter what the result was, she was willing to gamble, even if Jing Yihong only had a little trust in her.

"Actually......"

Ruan Qianya had just spoken, when she was interrupted by Jing Yihong's sudden ringing of the bell.

Jing Yihong's frowning brows showed his impatience, and he took out his mobile phone, seeing that it was the phone inside the villa, he didn't want to connect it.

"Hello? What's up? He spoke with urge.

The voice that responded to him was full of panic: "Uncle, come back quickly, the little master has been crying for some reason, Miss and I are out of line, you see ......"

"I'll go back now."

Everything related to children, he puts it first.

Seeing that Jing Yihong was calm and there was a rare panic in his eyes, Ruan Qianya asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"The babysitter said that the child suddenly cried and couldn't stop crying." Jing Yihong frowned a little unwillingly, and said, "Today's incident happened suddenly, and I will ask you again for clarification." ”

Seeing that Jing Yihong was leaving, Ruan Qianya hurriedly grabbed him, and when his gaze fell on his hand, he realized that something was wrong and immediately let go.

She didn't forget to remind: "You better deal with the wound on your hand before you go back." ”

She is also worried about the child, but if Jing Yihong's wound is not treated well, it is easy to become inflamed and infected.

Jing Yihong looked down at his palm, the wound was still bleeding, and if he went back like this, he would only scare the child.

Accompanied by Ruan Qianya, Jing Yihong thought that it was enough to simply disinfect and bandage, but after the doctor examined him, he said that his wound was a little deep and needed to be stitched, which made Ruan Qianya's heart lift again.

In the small operating room of the outpatient clinic, the doctor gave him anesthetic, and the wound on his palm was stitched with four stitches and wrapped in a thick layer of gauze.

Seeing Jing Yihong's hand, Ruan Qianya's eyes were sour again, and she blamed herself and said, "I'm sorry, it's all to save me that you became like this, I always cause you trouble." "77 e-books

"It's all small injuries, it's the doctor who made too much of a fuss." Jing Yihong was worried about the child, and the anesthetic in his hand had not yet passed, so he was in a hurry to go back, so he had to call his subordinates and ask him to pick him up.

"The child is still waiting for me at home, I'll go first, and I'll look for you again tomorrow."

Seeing Jing Yihong striding away from front of her, Ruan Qianya's heart was also uneasy.

In the villa, the nanny reported truthfully to Nangong Yu: "Miss, my uncle said that he will come back now." ”

"I see." Nangong Yu held the child, the child did not cry or make trouble in his arms, he was a little tired of hugging, so he simply put the child on the bed and let him sit and play by himself.

This little guy is very well-behaved, he can study for a long time with a small box in his hand, and his black eyes are smart and bright, like Jing Yihong.

Nangong Yu carefully looked at the child in front of her, and she had been raising her for more than half a year, it was impossible to say that she had no feelings for this child at all, after all, she was not a cold-blooded person.

It's just that if it's for Jing Yihong, then she can only sacrifice this child.

She knew that Jing Yihong attached great importance to this child, so when she heard her say that Jing Yihong went to the hospital to see Ruan Qianya, she had to make this decision to let him come back.

Jing Yihong has become more and more strange recently, sometimes he will ask her some questions suddenly, even if he tries his best to hide it between words, she can still feel his suspicion of herself.

She was afraid that Ruan Qianya would say something to him, so she had to prevent them from meeting.

The door of the villa was opened by the attendant at the door, and when Jing Yihong walked in, the servant deliberately shouted: "Uncle, you are back!" ”

Jing Yihong's displeased frowning, and his sharp gaze carried a warning, which made the servant immediately shrink his neck and dare not say anything more.

But thanks to the maid's voice, she reminded Nangong Yu in the room, and she immediately picked up the child and pinched the child's inner thigh.

The cry suddenly started, Nangong Yu pretended to coax, but his eyes kept glancing at the door.

Jing Yihong strode upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw the child's face flushed crying in Nangong Yu's arms, and his heart suddenly hurt.

"Why are you crying like this?" He walked over to the bedside and wanted to pick up the baby.

Nangong Yu was about to send the child to Jing Yihong's arms, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jing Yihong's injured hand and immediately grabbed his wrist.

"How did you get this?"

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched it." Jing Yihong understated it, hugged the crying child, only to find that the child's pants were wet.

"The child's pants are all wet, so it's no wonder that the child is crying." Jing Yihong's hands were inconvenient, so he called a nanny after speaking.

Seeing the nanny take off the child's pants, Jing Yihong suddenly stopped her next move.

"Wait!" He pushed the nanny away, and when he saw the scar on the child's inner thigh, he was immediately furious: "What's going on?" ”

Nangong Yu's face changed slightly, and in order not to let Jing Yihong doubt himself, he immediately threw the pot to the nanny.

"It must be that the nanny's movements are not light or heavy."

As soon as Nangong Yu's words fell, the nanny was so frightened that she knelt down and defended herself in a panic: "I have always taken care of the little young master, and I will never dare to move a finger against him!" ”

"And how do you explain the scars on his legs?" Jing Yihong's voice was as cold as winter ice, making the nanny feel a chill.