Soon.

Berwyn came over, and he also injected Yu Qianshu with a tranquilizer very professionally, but this time, Yu Qianshu did not fall asleep, she stared at the ceiling above her head with her eyes open, and she did not allow them to turn on the light, and it was very silent.

"It's the second time today." Berwyn shook his head: "Mr. Yu just walked on his front foot, and this kind of thing happened." ”

It is impossible for Yu Qian to stay here all the time, I thought that Yu Qianshu had calmed down and left without any problems, but now, it has only been long since he left.

Jiang Ruan looked at the bed.

Hmmm: "You get busy first." I'll stay with her for a while. ”

Berwyn shrugged, didn't say much, gathered his tools, turned away, and closed the door softly.

Berwyn leaves.

The girl's face was pale, without the slightest trace of blood, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in the darkness.

"I ...... I'm sorry. ”

After a long time, she spoke in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were cold and dull.

Of course, Jiang Ruan understood what she meant, she lowered her head and glanced at her arm, the scratches on it had disappeared, and she basically couldn't see anything wrong, her own recovery ability was already very strong.

"It's okay." She simply sat down on the chair next to her with her legs crossed: "Do you want to drink water?" ”

She looked sideways at the water dispenser next to her.

Yu Qianshu shook her head and stopped talking.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting more urgent.

Jiang Ruan didn't know how to close the distance between herself and people, and she didn't know how to comfort her, after all, she was quite nervous.

Silence for a moment.

She thought of the key words that Yu Qianshu had just said, blood, and death.

But after thinking about it, she still didn't ask, it must be her scar, and she will tell Fu Chi later, as a doctor, he may be able to prescribe the right medicine if he knows these things.

And Yu Qianshu - what secret is hidden?

Jiang Ruan stood up and tucked the quilt for the girl slightly awkwardly: "If something calls me, if you are afraid, I can stay." ”

Yu Qianshu's eyes flashed.

In the end, there was silence.

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows, and if he didn't respond, he didn't need it.

She poured a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table, and then turned around.

"Fu, Jiajia."

Then he suddenly said a word.

The voice is stiff, like a child who has just learned to speak, and his words are slurred.

Jiang Ruan's steps paused slightly.

She tilted her head, her eyes dark.

"Good. Thank you. ”

Close the door.

She went downstairs.

The thing that Yu Qianshu wanted to say last time was Fu Jiajia.

Race track, her brake pads failed problems.

Later, Yuan Mingyan attracted TBI people through her car accident but was intact, and now, you don't have to think about it to know what the result of her aunt will be.

I was too anxious to pull her into the abyss, and I neglected those things that people had no conscience for.

Let's be honest.

These people are too low-level, and she doesn't even bother to deal with them.

Fu Jiajia is eager for revenge, but she is still immature, now that she thinks about it, she is roughly inextricably linked with Yuan Mingyan, thinking about exposing things that make her body different from ordinary people, the direction is right, the method is not good, the fault is that she understands her too shallowly.

Downstairs.

Jiang Ruan planned to go to the kitchen to find Fu Chi.

It's just that I've just walked to the door.

I saw a man coming from the rain outside, dressed in black, with a black hat, mixed with a little moisture, and the damp coldness on his face.

Jiang Ruan tilted his head: "Why are you here?" ”

The man took off his hat: "Boring." Have some fun. ”

……

The rain in early spring is dripping, and everything is recovering one by one, and the cold is also vibrant.

In an apartment building in a high-end community.

The kitchen was hot, and the man was shirtless, with a broad and muscular back, staring at the porridge in the pot.

in the room.

The person on the bed moved, tugging at the back of his head, only to feel a splitting headache.

I couldn't help but "hiss".

Subconsciously scolded.

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