The heavy anger still remained in his body and did not dissipate, and new irritability and chagrin swept over him.

The complex emotions accumulated in his body, He Jichen couldn't adapt to the impact, he tensed his lips, stared at Ji Yi for a while, and then suddenly let go of her hand, vigorously opened the door on the side, and left with great steps.

The door slammed shut, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Ji Yi leaned against the wall and stood still for a while, before supporting the pain in his waist and slowly moving back to the side of the bed and sitting down.

Ji Yi didn't know how long she had been sitting like this, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, in short, her thoughts were a little chaotic, and when she finally calmed down, she got up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but the rest of her eyes touched the bag on the water bar.

It was brought by He Jichen......

Ji Yi stood beside the bed for a moment before he raised his foot and walked over.

When I opened the bag, I saw boxes of packed dinners.

There is also a small plastic bag next to it, in which there are several boxes of medicines, some to remove the fire, there are vitamins, and there are also scars to remove scars......

He Jichen ...... After he sent her back to the room, he got angry inexplicably, and after slamming the door and leaving, he didn't leave her alone, but went to help her buy dinner and medicine?

Here in the film and television city, there is no decent pharmacy at all, did he drive to the nearest city to buy it?

Ji Yi's heart, which finally calmed down, was like being smashed with a few big stones, stirring up thousands of waves.

If before this, she had not been sure what He Jichen thought of her in his heart, then at this moment, she looked at these things in the bag and had to believe in the fact that He Jichen, he, his heart actually cared about her and cared about her!

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Suite 1001 on the top floor of the hotel.

He Jichen held a cigarette on his mobile phone, turned his back to Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out the window with a cold expression.

Han Zhihui kept talking to him, he didn't listen carefully, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and the atmosphere in the room seemed a little cold.

I don't know how long later, there was a knock on the door of the suite, and with Han Zhihui's "enter", the door was pushed open, and He Jichen's personal secretary walked in with Cheng Weiwan.

When the secretary passed by Han Zhihui's side, he first greeted Han Zhihui, and then walked to He Jichen's side and said in a low voice: "Mr. He, Miss Cheng is here, please ask her to help you deal with the wound on your hand." ”

He Jichen seemed to be thinking about something, and he was in a trance, staring out the window without blinking for a while, before slowly pulling back his gaze, glancing at the secretary, and then looking down and glancing at the palm of his hand holding a tissue.

It's been a long time, and there's still blood, spilling out.

In just two seconds, He Jichen retracted his gaze, he snuffed out the cigarette on his fingertips, threw the cigarette butt at the ashtray on the side, and then turned around and looked at Cheng Weiwan: "You go to room 2006 first to see if her wound has stopped bleeding?" ”

When the secretary heard this, he didn't wait for Cheng Weitai to respond, so he spoke up first: "Mr. He, your injured wound needs to be treated first, and the glass fragments inside haven't been taken out yet......"

Before the secretary's words were finished, He Jichen suddenly opened his mouth, and his tone was very light: "I said to go to 2006 first, so I will go to 2006 first." ”

His tone was not heavy, but it was enough to oppress the secretary, and he stopped.