Jiang Jiu stepped forward and stood in front of Wen Xili, looking at the folds in his eyebrows.

I guess I'm worried, even now, my brows haven't relaxed.

Wen Xili looked at her, and after a second, he looked away faintly and snuffed out the cigarette butt.

He asked softly, "What are you doing here?" ”

The voice was calm and not even undulating.

Jiang Jiu looked at him and couldn't help but smile again.

The man is very tall, she is one meter six or eight, stepping on high heels, and she is half a head shorter than him.

When I looked up at him, I lost a lot of momentum.

Jiang Jiu wrapped his long hair around his chest and replied interestingly: "She is my sister after all." She learned his tone and smiled, "Let's see if she's dead." ”

The man's eyes were slightly deep, and he asked her, "Very proud?" ”

Jiang Jiu tilted his head: "Distressed?" ”

“……”

"What can I do now that I feel distressed?" She couldn't laugh, it was meaningful, "Then it won't make you feel distressed." ”

Wen Xili's eyes gradually enveloped the storm. The famous young master, who has been flattered since he was a child, has been pampered and pampered, and his life has been smooth, almost, he has not encountered any disobedience.

He couldn't have imagined that there would be a woman like Jiang Jiu in this world: cold-blooded, cold-blooded, selfish, and so mean.

"What to do," he slowly bowed his head, looking into her pretty eyes, and his voice was almost feminine, "I have only been married to you for less than four hours, and I regret it." ”

Jiang Jiu looked at the man's dark eyes for a moment, and she had an unchanged smile on her face: "Then, do you want your mother to kneel down and beg you again?" ”

The man's eyes contracted violently for a moment, as if he was stinged, and as if he was provoked, churning out a surging haze.

He pressed his index finger to the center of her brow, and the tip of his finger went down, slowly falling to her jaw, and squeezed hard.

"Ginger wine, you're disgusting."

The sound that fell on his ears was cold and disgusting, and ginger wine's eyelashes fluttered slowly, like a snowflake falling, and his eyes didn't tremble in the slightest.

She looked at Wen Xili, and didn't seem to be looking at him, her beautiful eyes didn't move, and through the man's face, she fell into the distant void, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, Jiang Jiu finally came back to her senses, she calmly waved away the man's hand, didn't look at him again, and went directly into the ward.

*

In the ward, He Chunbai and Mrs. Wen were not there, only a little nurse was at Jiang Caiwei's bedside, taking care of her.

Jiang Caiwei had woken up, just out of the operating room, a little face was pale and bloodless, lying on the hospital bed, the whole person was haggard like a fallen leaf, and she was pitiful.

When she saw ginger wine, her breath was slightly suffocated, and her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Sister......

She shouted at her hoarsely.

Ginger walked over and sat at the head of her bed, looking down at her.

There was a mocking chuckle on the corner of her lips, and she said mockingly: "Jiang Caiwei, look at your brain, you don't even have half of your mother's IQ, you can only come up with this kind of boring trick." ”

"If I were you, I would never choose to take sleeping pills."

"I'll jump down from the stairs, fall it halfway, and let Wen Xili take care of me for the rest of my life."

Outside the door, He Chunbai rushed in, pointed at her nose and scolded: "Ginger wine, don't deceive people too much!" ”

She was like a beast guarding a calf, her eyes were red, staring at Jiang Jiu's face, and the anger in her eyes wanted to break her to pieces on the spot.

Jiang Jiu Shi Shiran stood up from the side of the bed, raised his chin, and chuckled: "Aunt He, I praise you for being smart, why are you angry?" You have time to be angry at me, you might as well teach your baby daughter how to keep the heart of a married man. That's your forte, isn't it? ”