Ling Zihan looked at Jiang Jiu's indifferent expression, and gradually stopped talking, he looked at her obsessively for a while, then walked over, sat on the sofa, and said softly: "Mr. Jiang, you can eat, I won't say it." ”

Ginger sat on the bed and didn't move.

Ling Zihan looked at her, sighed softly, walked to the door, and said softly: "I'm in the office, if there's something, ring the bell, and I'll come in." ”

Ginger Liquor ignored him.

Ling Zihan finally took a deep look at her, as if he remembered her appearance, opened the door, and walked out slowly.

As soon as Ling Zihan left, Jiang Jiu slowly sat up from the bed.

She was weak, although her fractured right calf was reluctantly reduced by Ling Zihan, but she had not undergone systematic treatment by the doctor, and the broken bone had not been closed until now.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, endured the waves of continuous pain, and then picked up the chopsticks and ate dinner.

After making trouble with Ling Zihan, the food that was opened was also cold, and it didn't taste good.

She frowned, ate slowly, and ate a little, until the pain was so unbearable that she put down her chopsticks and fell on the bed gasping slightly.

She had been locked up in this room by Ling Zihan for a few days.

Because there were no windows, she couldn't estimate the time, she only remembered that she was in a coma after the car accident that day, and when she opened her eyes again, she fell into Ling Zihan's hands.

At first, she didn't even react, and thanked Ling Zihan, until the other party looked at her with a smile, and her confused brain that was hit turned around-

She was kidnapped by Ling Zihan.

It is even possible that the car accident was planned by Ling Zihan.

This was really a bit bizarre to be unbelievable, and it wasn't until Ling Zihan confessed to her affectionately that she realized how distorted the man in front of her was.

Perhaps, it can no longer be described as distorted, but crazy.

Jiang Jiu frowned and closed his eyes a little annoyed.

She had never encountered such an unreasonable thing, not to mention that Ling Zihan was already married to Jiang Yingyue.

I don't know how long it took, but the closed door was gently opened.

The man walked in slowly, and when he saw the food on the table without a few chopsticks, he sighed leisurely, he walked to the bed, lowered his head, and looked at the woman lying on the bed.

She seemed to be asleep, breathing steadily, but her slender eyebrows were furrowed, probably because her legs had not healed, and her face was pale.

In the past few days, she has suffered.

Ling Zihan thought in her heart, couldn't help the pity in her heart, lowered her head, and tried to kiss her bloodless and dry lips.

The moment his lips were about to touch hers, Jiang Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, her arm hooked his neck, and a hand reached out from the quilt, stabbing something sharp into his neck-

She even has a chopstick?!

This thought flashed in his mind like lightning and thunder for less than half a second, Ling Zihan ripped open the arm wrapped around his body, and the spikes on Jiang Jiu's hand grazed his cheek, and a deep blood mark crossed his fair side face.

Beads of blood, almost splashed out, spilled diagonally on the futon, leaving a reddish wet mark.

In the air, for a moment, only the rapid gasps of two people remained.