Wang Jin stared at the red and swollen half of her face, his eyes suddenly deepened, and the next moment the corners of his mouth hung with ridicule, and he said jokingly: "I heard that you were beaten, and you came to admire the beauty crying," he paused, as if he was really asking her, "Am I here early or late?" ”

Jiang Yushui was in no mood to joke with him, so he didn't squeak with a wooden face, pushed him back with one hand, and pulled the window through the window with the other to close it again.

"Is that a big temper?" Wang Jin was not annoyed, stopped her movement with a smile, jumped into the house, and closed the window for her.

Seeing him, Jiang Yushui's temper did not decrease but increased, and his hand fell on him, and he was detained by him lightly.

Struggling to no avail, Jiang Yushui was very annoyed, and glared at him through gritted teeth, "Are you idle?!" ”

"Well, it's not very idle." Wang Jin answered, let go of her hand, and instead pressed her shoulder to let her sit on the chair, took out the medicine bottle from his arms, poured the semi-fluid ointment on the other hand, and rubbed it on Jiang Qiushui's face.

He had a thin callus on his fingertips, dipped in ointment and smeared on her delicate skin, causing a slight tremble, Jiang Wei subconsciously curled his fingers, turned his head and wanted to dodge, but he crashed into his arms, and he happened to be shackled by his head, unable to move.

Although intellectually knew that he was rubbing her with an ointment to heal injuries, in order to hide the ripples in his heart, he said unforgivingly: "What the hell are you smearing on me?!" ”

"Poison, rotten face, are you afraid?"

I'm afraid of you!

Jiang Qiushui glared at him fiercely, but found that no matter how terrible her eyes were, this guy always looked at her with a gentle smile.

Got the wrong medicine?

The ointment was cold on the face, not irritating at all, very comfortable, and the bipolar depression in Jiang Yushui's heart was strangely eliminated, I don't know if it was because of this ointment or because of the person who applied the ointment to her.

The anger subsided, Jiang Wushui calmed down a lot, recalling what he had just said, obviously knowing who hit Jiang Wushui's face with the injury on his face.

She couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know everything?" ”

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, "Because I have eight hundred pairs of eyes, I can see wherever I want, envy?" ”

Pull!

Following his words, imagining the appearance of eight hundred pairs of eyes on his body, Jiang Yushui snorted and laughed, pinched his tone and said, "I'm so envious~"

She felt that this person was really strange today, and suddenly appeared in front of her, as if a few words made her feel a lot better.

Only then did Jiang Yushui notice that he didn't come with an umbrella, and it was raining outside, but he wasn't wet at all.

How is this done?

Jiang Qiushui asked.

"Want to know?"

She nodded.

"Shout Master, and I'll tell you."

Cut.

Jiang Qiushui is a person with backbone, so she won't let this guy take advantage of her, she tilted her head, "A woman doesn't recognize the second teacher, if you don't say it, forget it." ”

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, but he really didn't say any more.

"Beaten, are you angry?"

He asked suddenly.

Jiang Wushui was stunned, narrowed his eyes, and whispered: "Angry, but this is what I deserve." ”

How can you say this so aggrieved?

I always feel unwilling.

There was a violent shudder on his head, Jiang Wei subconsciously covered his head, glared at him angrily, and there was some grievance in his eyes.

Wang Jin saw it clearly.

That look seemed to say, why did you hit me too?!

Wang Jin didn't have any idea of apologizing, and asked, "Why should you accept it?"

Jiang Qiushui felt that he was asking inexplicably, it was obviously her who was beaten, why did he look more angry than her?

"He's my uncle!"

Wang Jin sneered, "Uncle can slap you?" ”

That is not the case.

"He knows that I am calculating Jiang Suying and Jiang Yunyi......" Jiang Qiushui suddenly fell silent, realizing that he had missed his mouth.

raised his eyes to observe Wang Jin's expression, but found that he was not surprised at all, very calm.

Jiang Wushui's eyebrows jumped.

"Do you know who told him?"

Who is it?

Jiang Wushui hadn't had time to think about this question yet.

"It's Xia Hao."

Boom Boom –

The sound of thunder exploded in his ears, and Jiang Qiushui couldn't tell for a while whether this was his illusion or the sound outside the window.

Wang Jin didn't think she was shocked enough, and said, "Actually, there is something I didn't tell you before. ”

The uneasiness in Jiang Yushui's heart turned into substance at this moment, eroding his eyes, and he felt that he was in a trance back to the time when he was blind in his previous life, and there was darkness in front of him.

"Your cousin poisoned the old lady, and your uncle knew about it."

What does that mean?

Does he know what he's talking about?

How could an uncle allow his cousin to poison his own mother?

That's impossible!

There seemed to be a villain screaming and arguing for Jiang Ling in his heart, but Jiang Qiushui subconsciously understood that Wang Jin was not lying.

Why?

Jiang Qiushui suddenly felt very dazed, she opened her eyes, looked at Wang Jin's ordinary face under the faint candlelight, and the eyes that did not match her facial features, and suddenly shed tears without warning.

She heard the sound of something in a corner of her heart collapsing.

Her tears were something he hadn't expected.

Wang Jin panicked at a certain moment, reflecting on whether he shouldn't have told her about it, and the next sentence "Do you still think you should be beaten now" choked in his throat and didn't say it.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, and placed it on her hand.

The handkerchief is a monotonous white color, without any patterns, but the material is not ordinary to the touch.

Jiang Qiushui didn't hesitate at all, threw the handkerchief back with his backhand, and smashed it on Wang Jin's face.

Wang Jin pulled down the handkerchief, hesitated for a moment, got closer to her, leaned over slightly to reach the level with her, but he was too tall, even if he bent down, he was still taller than her sitting on the chair, so he sighed silently, squatted down, and raised his hand to gently wipe away her tears.

She didn't push him away, she cried silently, tears falling like petals swept by the wind through a flower garden, and tears hung on her thick and upturned eyelashes, like butterflies stained with water, slowly waving their wings.

Although he didn't cry, his shoulders twitched, and he looked very pitiful.

The person in front of him cried with pear blossoms and rain, not ugly at all, which not only made people want to hug her into their arms and care, but also made people can't help but appreciate her when she cried.

It's a lot of contradictions.

Wang Jin was wiping tears for her while thinking absentmindedly.

His movements froze suddenly, because of Jiang Yushui's next action-

She hugged him, her hands around his neck, and her chin resting on his shoulder.

The hair swept across his cheeks, itchy, and people couldn't help but want to raise their hands to brush it away, but they were a little reluctant. Leaning so close, he could smell a faint floral fragrance in her hair, which was clearly not a strong smell, but at this moment, it seemed to smoke him, and he subconsciously held his breath, not allowing the fragrance on her body to have a chance to penetrate deeper.