With a somewhat indifferent tone, he asked, "What was the relationship between you and Chen Liang before, couple?" ”

I glanced at him cautiously, and I always felt that I had to say too much and explain too much, and he would think that I had some impure thoughts about him, so I replied directly, "No." ”

Sneered, Zhang Jingchi said with some meaning: "Hehe, I can't see that you are quite marketable." ”

Even a deaf person can hear this sarcasm, not to mention that I am not deaf.

The rest of the road was silent.

After going to the hospital, Zhang Jingchi led me up to the 8th floor with a blank face, and after walking for a while, he pushed the door and entered a ward.

Feng Wenke was half-leaning and half-lying on the bed, he was reading a book.

Seeing us push the door in, he closed the book, he put his eyes on me, and stared at me directly, and then he said slowly: "Didn't the disc that can put your brother in it back to you, what are you doing here, come and see if I'm dead?" I guess I'm going to disappoint you, I'm living a good life. ”

I don't know what Zhang Jingchi meant by taking me to see Feng Wenke.

But I don't want to understand it either.

Anyway, I pursed my lips and thought for a while, I lowered my head slightly and said, "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you." ”

Feng Wenke sneered, he reached out and stroked the scar on his forehead, and said lukewarmly: "Miss Li, aren't you an act of self-defense, you were released anyway, this proves that you didn't do anything wrong, why do you apologize to me?" Oh, by the way, I'm the last person who doesn't like to forgive some women who don't know what to do, anyway, I like to have revenge and revenge. Miss Li will go out in the future, remember to pay attention to safety. Otherwise, if something happens to someone in the prime of life, it will be too miserable. ”

I understood that he was threatening me, and my face turned pale.

I stood there wringing my fingers for a while, but I didn't want to let him knead them like a steaming bun anymore.

So I forced myself to be calm and calm, and I calmly said, "Thank you Mr. Feng for reminding me, I will pay attention." ”

Feng Wenke's face moved slightly, his tone suddenly became cold, he stared at me and said, "Can't you sincerely beg me once?" ”

I was about to answer, Zhang Jingchi had already stepped forward, he stared at Feng Wenke, and said slowly: "I brought her over today just to tell you that Li Cheng is the chief designer of a new project of Bolian, which is worth 960,000 yuan." If this project is done well, there will be countless 960,000 or even more behind. I hope that Mr. Feng will give me this face, and not let the cooked duck that I can see fly away, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't do something very extreme. ”

After Zhang Jingchi finished speaking, he reached over and pressed Feng Wenke's injured forehead, he seemed to use a lot of strength, Feng Wenke's face showed a particularly painful look, he wanted to take Zhang Jingchi's hand off with a black face, but in vain.

I was afraid that something bad would happen again, and I was about to stop it, but Zhang Jingchi had already let go of his hand and patted it, and then said lightly: "For example, I like to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds." ”

As if nothing had happened, Zhang Jingchi completely ignored Feng Wenke's increasingly gloomy gaze, he glanced at me lightly, and said in a casual tone: "Do you want to go with me now, or stay here and catch up with Mr. Feng?" ”