Ji Xinglian looked at the source of the sound, and Jiang Jing walked slowly. His bangs are very long, covering his eyes, and the whole person exudes a gloomy temperament, and a dense stubble appears on his chin, lingering a little decadent.

Ji Xinglian was very calm, without a trace of panic, she even smiled: "Why did you tie me here?" ”

Her appearance obviously annoyed Jiang Jing, he squatted down and pinched her chin tightly, gritting his teeth: "Your female cousin actually found the wild man so quickly, and climbed into his bed, didn't she pretend to be innocent when she was with me?" ”

He hated Ji Xinglian looking at him without warmth in his eyes, what about the love and humility in the past? The thought of her sleeping with other wild men makes me sway. He was full of flames when he looked like a woman.

When Ji Xinglian heard this, she instantly laughed, she laughed a few times, as crisp as a silver bell: "So what?" Aren't the two of us half a pound or a tael? ”

Jiang Jing's hands were even harder, eager to crush Ji Xinglian's bones. In the middle of the sound, he let go of his hand fiercely, and said fiercely: "You just stab me on purpose, you are about to die anyway." ”

When he said the word "death", he was suddenly happy, and exhaled triumphantly in Ji Xinglian's ear: "You probably don't know, right? I made a deal with Rong Manxue, and I can live happily for the rest of my life, and you, just die! ”

Ji Xinglian twisted her eyebrows, she never thought that this guy actually had bad breath, and it was not small, did she want to smoke her to death?

Before she had time to think about it, she was pushed by Jiang Jing violently, her body kept rolling, and the pain was extremely high all over her body, and the only thought that Ji Xinglian had before she lost consciousness was that she would definitely create a space and kill Jiang Jing in 100 different ways!

Fu Bolin held Ji Xinglian's hand tightly, he stared at her motionlessly, and his eyes were gray. He hadn't closed his eyes all night, but now he was in good spirits, and he had been waiting for Ji Xinglian to wake up.

Suddenly, the hand in the palm of his hand moved, and a wave of surprise burst out in Fu Bolin's eyes.

Ji Xing tilted her head, and when she opened her eyes, she closed her eyes and waited for them to get used to it. Her eyes were extremely sour, and she looked at Fu Bolin.

The man obviously didn't look well-rested, his eyes were bloodshot, Ji Xinglian could feel his full concern, and his heart warmed.

She raised a weak smile, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse: "Am I alive?" ”

Fu Bolin's heart ached, he arrived late last night, and when he saw her dying, he was almost suffocated, as if his neck was choked by someone.

Fu Bolin closed his eyes and opened them again, with a serious expression: "Don't say such things." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

Ji Xinglian's throat was uncomfortable, but she still wanted to speak: "It's none of your business, you don't have to blame yourself." ”

Fu Bolin was about to lose control of the emotions in his heart, he couldn't help but accidentally pinched Ji Xinglian, and when he let go of his hand, there was indeed a red and swollen part of her wrist.

Fu Bolin made a move, and quickly withdrew his hand, how could he not blame himself, he was about to hate himself to death.

But when she just woke up, it was when she was weak, and she couldn't talk too much and use her brain.

"I'll go to the doctor first."

As soon as he closed the door to the ward, Fu Bolin looked back and saw that the doctor was approaching, getting closer and closer, and the doctor looked nervous.