Ji Qingsang was sorting out the medicine box sideways, but was pulled over by a strong force.

Unable to make a sound in surprise, she had been pulled under the man.

The sound of a puffy heartbeat seemed to jump out of her throat, and there seemed to be a lot of affection in those tender eyes, but she couldn't see it and didn't want to be bewitched.

"Sangsang, what should I do with you?" Like an inquiry but more like talking to himself, he stopped a few centimeters above her.

"Mr. Ji, Dr. Jin is here,......" Secretary Shen shouted happily to the door, but when he saw the pair of figures on the sofa, he automatically turned his head and pulled Dr. Jin around.

"Secretary Shen, what's wrong?" Dr. Jin had been following Secretary Shen, so naturally he didn't see the two people in the living room.

And Secretary Shen also looked at Dr. Jin with a look of hatred, "Didn't you see that Mr. Ji was doing business?" ”

"Secretary Shen." Ji Hesheng shouted coldly, and Secretary Shen hurriedly turned around and found that the two of them had already sat down on the sofa.

It's over so soon? Secretary Shen said with a smile, "Mr. Ji, Dr. Jin has already rushed over. ”

"Mr. Ji, are you uncomfortable?" Dr. Jin asked with concern, he has always been Ji Hesheng's personal doctor.

"Not me." Ji Hesheng replied and turned his gaze to Ji Qingsang.

"What's wrong with this young lady?" Dr. Kim asked again.

Secretary Shen told him about Ji Qingsang, and Dr. Jin diagnosed Ji Qingsang.

After taking off the stethoscope, Dr. Jin said to Ji Hesheng, "Mr. Ji, this young lady is fine, although she rolled down the hillside yesterday, she didn't hurt her muscles and bones, just rest more." As for throat problems, it is a complication caused by fever, so it is recommended to hang a day and take a drip first. ”

"Hmm." Ji Hesheng nodded.

When Dr. Jin got Ji Hesheng's signal, he wanted to help Ji Qingsang hang a drip. Ji Qingsang retracted his hand and wrinkled his eyebrows.

"What? Don't want to hang on a drip? Ji Hesheng asked, his voice soft and magnetic.

Ji Qingsang took the paper in his hand again and wrote a few words, "I want to go back." ”

"You don't want to know Luo Rou's whereabouts?"

One sentence made Ji Qingsang dispel her thoughts, and she obediently handed her hand to Dr. Jin.

When he stuck the needle in, her little face wrinkled, and Ji Hesheng looked at her expression without saying anything.

Probably because the potion has a hypnotic effect, and after a while, Ji Qingsang fell asleep on the sofa groggily.

"Mr. Ji......" Secretary Shen shouted softly, and then pointed at Ji Qingsang.

Looking at her sleeping appearance, it is rare that there is no tension, and the whole person looks peaceful.

Ji Hesheng got up and hugged her, and motioned to Secretary Shen to pick up the hanging bottle.

Ji Qingsang, who was already drowsy, felt as if she had fallen into a piece of softness, she turned sideways comfortably, and a demure smile appeared on her face.

Probably afraid that she would be lying on her side like this and compressing the nerves, causing the blood circulation in her arms to be uncirculating, Ji Hesheng broke her whole body again, she pouted her lower lip flap dissatisfiedly, and then fell asleep again.

Ji Hesheng has been sitting at the table to deal with the company's affairs, and he has been looking at Ji Qingsang from time to time.

It wasn't until the sunset in the evening fell inch by inch from the windowsill that Ji Qingsang slowly woke up.

Looking at the hanging bottle above her head, she realized that she was hanging a drip in Ji Hesheng's villa, and she might have fallen asleep unconsciously.

His eyes moved to the man who was serious about his work, his head lowered slightly, but he could still see a solemn expression, and his eyes were cautiously staring at the computer.

A bright light shone on his handsome face and became more and more coldly dark, as if he felt the gaze of someone, and he immediately raised his eyes to look at it.

The light in his eyes has disappeared from the evil intent before, but is glowing with warmth. It is just mixed with the orange sunset, giving birth to a touch of warmth.

Ji Qingsang looked away and looked at the bedroom quietly.

Her brain went blank for a moment, her pupils changed slightly, and when complexity and coldness appeared in those eyes, she got up and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

This is Ji Hesheng and Song Yu's bedroom, not to mention that she can't stay for a second.

Seeing her movements, Ji Hesheng walked over, "Where are you going?" ”

Ji Qingsang looked up at him, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes, "Go back." ”

She was able to speak, and although her voice was still a little hoarse, she naturally didn't need to do silent confrontation anymore.

Ji Hesheng's eyes glanced at the drip bottle that was still dripping with water, pressed the anger in his heart, and looked at her deeply and intently, "Wait until the drip is finished before leaving, I'll ask Secretary Shen to send you." ”

The crimson lips were raised, and Ji Qingsang reached out and pulled the intravenous needle from the back of his hand, then got out of bed and walked out of the door.

Without saying a word, she directly told Ji Hesheng with her actions how much she resisted staying in this room and this bed.

"Ji Qingsang."

The three words that came from behind him, I don't know how much anger was suppressed, and it was gloomy.

His eyebrows were already quenched with ice slag, cold and biting.

But Ji Qingsang didn't know, even if she knew, she probably wouldn't have too heavy a change in expression, at most she would give him a more mocking look.

But her ignorance is even more unforgivable in Ji Hesheng's opinion.

He strode after her, taking her arm with one hand and slamming the door shut with the other.

Secretary Shen and Dr. Jin below shook at the same time, not understanding what was going on upstairs. Curious, they don't ask or pay attention.

The hand holding her arm swirled, and the two went head-to-head, but seeing that Ji Hesheng's eyebrows were frosted, Ji Qingsang not only rose and fell a little, but also looked at him with that kind of smiling gaze, "Mr. Ji, do you still want me to sleep with you?" It's not enough to have one Song Yu, and you want to add another Ji Qingsang? ”

"Song Yu?" Ji Hesheng twisted his eyebrows, squinted a pair of glass-like eyes, and smiled calmly, "Are you jealous?" ”

"Jealous?" Ji Qingsang took a step forward, pulled his lips again, and looked at him with a raised face.

It was so close that he could see a charming smile on her beautiful little face, which was bright and compelling for a moment.

It's not indifference, it's relief, it's mockery, she doesn't care about being jealous for him, even if she is obviously angry when she mentions Song Yu. She declared to him directly with her look that she didn't care about him at all.

That face really had the potential to drive him crazy, and more and more anger appeared on Ji Hesheng's handsome face, he accentuated his voice, and said word by word, "Stay here." ”

"Impossible."

After speaking, Ji Qingsang was about to leave again, but the hand holding her arm would not let go, and it became tighter.

Some kind of restraint suddenly collapsed, and the extremely angry voice invaded her heart and lungs little by little with a gloomy chill, "Impossible? So do you believe it or not, tomorrow you will be able to see the news of Luo Rou's corpse on the streets? If it's not enough, what about Chen Zan and Qiao Yanxi? ”

"Ji Hesheng, I don't believe you can cover the sky with one hand." Ji Qingsang fought back.

"If you don't believe it, just try." His dark eyes stared at her for a moment, during which his thin lips kept pursing, and he didn't give any affection.

I heard that men with thin lips are very affectionate, and she understood that Ji Hesheng was not just affectionate, he wanted to kill them all.

There was a cramp in his heart, and Ji Qingsang looked at him with wide eyes, in addition to more anger in disbelief.

However, she told herself that she couldn't fall, let alone admit defeat, "Let Luo Rou be dead on the street, will Liang Chennan agree?" ”

"Naturally, I have a way for him not to find out." Ji Hesheng raised his hand and stroked her cold-looking face, "Sangsang, you don't know me well enough, I think it's necessary for you to get to know me well." ”

Ji Qingsang tilted his head and dodged his hand.

What does Ji Hesheng mean by this? She froze for a moment, and by the time she could react, the man had already picked her up.

Her body was slightly cold, and it wasn't until she was rudely thrown by the man onto the soft big bed that she shouted hoarsely, "Ji Hesheng, I'm a patient, if you dare to do anything to me, I won't let you go." ”

"Do what?" He spoke lightly, and even his expression became happy, "Sangsang, what are you thinking about every day in your head, or do you wish I could touch you?" ”

Hearing his ridiculed words, Ji Qingsang half-bit his lip, and his lower lip was blue.

"Well, I won't be so hungry to attack a sick person, you just need to take care of your injuries, I won't touch you. On the other hand, you want to be with me at any time, but in a fit of rage I'm really not sure if I'm going to touch you first or tear you apart and wrap me in my belly first. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, and wanted to go down to ask Dr. Kim to treat her wound, but he caught a glimpse of tiny beads of blood on the back of her hand, and some red and swollen.

With a "bang-" sound, a pillow smashed straight into Ji Hesheng's back, and he looked back at the woman who was showing off her power beside the bed.

She smiled at him, and her lips moved silently and said two words, "You deserve it." ”

The man's face was gloomy and terrifying, the yin owl between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be about to pierce someone, and the air seemed to be frosty, but Ji Qingsang just looked at him defiantly.

It's good, don't take his words seriously, how sure is she that he won't take her?

The man who was about to leave turned around with slender steps, and his expression seemed to be cold without saying a word.

Seeing his movements, Ji Qingsang unexpectedly lifted the quilt and got in, even burying his head in the quilt, as if he had seen something terrible.

Indeed, the man's face is now gloomy and cold, and he can easily wear people cold.

Seeing her move of drilling the quilt, a trace of confusion appeared on Ji Hesheng's face, and then the cold in the air was covered by the sudden warmth.

Her long exposed hair spread out the entire white pillow, and at this moment, time froze, and a trace of softness slowly grew in his heart.

This is, his Sangsang.