Jian Bai worked until late at night before finally turning off the computer.

After stretching her waist, she felt the stiffness and soreness of her shoulders and neck.

With a long exhale, she drank the last sip of herbal tea from her cup, and she grabbed her bag and walked out of the office.

There were no stars tonight, perhaps because the smoke from the fire was obscuring the stars.

Taking the elevator to the underground parking lot, she lowered her head and rummaged through her bag for the car keys as she walked out.

"Simplified ......"

The complaining voice was like a ghost, so frightened that Jian Bai directly threw the car key he had just held in his hand towards the source of the sound.

Qi Yan raised his hand to catch it, continued to look at her, and continued to shout, "Jian Jian."

Jian Bai rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "Is there something wrong with Qi?"

Qi Yan nodded: "Well, something."

"Say."

Jane was succinct and stood on the steps looking down at him.

Qi Yan's eyes were a little red, he looked at Jian Bai, and his voice was a little weak: "In the afternoon, I just got the physical examination report, Jian Jian, I'm sick and can't be cured."

He said it very pitifully, and Jian Bai didn't believe it at all.

"Heh, is it lovesick again?" Jian Bai squinted at him, "Mr. Qi is not a child anymore, don't you feel bored playing this set all the time?"

"It's not." Qi Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's true this time."

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, looked at Jian Bai, and grinned: "Jian Jian, I won't bother you in the future, you take good care of yourself, so what...... If you meet a good person, you will marry."

Jian Bai was a little confused.

She has seen the stalker Qi Yan, and she has also seen Qi Yan running the train with his mouth full.

But she had never seen him like this.

Jian Bai descended the steps, frowned, and asked, "What is your illness?"

Qi Yan shook his head: "Don't say it, it's not good-looking...... Ahem, I just want to see you again, don't work so hard in the future, girls' families, it's not safe to go back late."

"How important is the body in the final exam? Girls' families are not safe to stay overnight in the library. Come, go home with my brother......

The words he had said in the past echoed in his ears again.

Jian Bai blinked his eyes, held back his tears and asked, "The doctor didn't say how to treat it?"

"Anyway, it's too troublesome, I'm too lazy to treat it." Qi Yan grinned, "I've lived enough anyway."

"There are so many girls around you, and none of them accompany you to see a doctor?"

"No, I'm dying, it's too late for them to dislike it...... Forget it, don't talk about it, Jian Jian, you take care of yourself, I'll go first."

He said, smiling miserably.

Look, it's kind of like going to suicide.

"Qi Yan! Are you sick?" Jian Bai furrowed his brows and shouted to stop him.

Qi Yan: "Yes, I'm sick."

Jane: "......"

Jian Bai took a deep breath, the sharp pain in her heart reminded her that one of her hearts was still attached to him.

She licked her lips and said with some difficulty, "Qi Yan, is it okay to go for treatment?" I'll accompany you, no matter how troublesome it is, I'll accompany you, others don't care about you, I'll take care of you."

Qi Yan raised his head, like a docile large dog, and looked at her with blank eyes: "Really? You didn't lie to me? Don't you dislike me?"

Jian Bai's heart beat a little fast, and she nodded: "Well, I don't lie to you, and I don't dislike you."

"Jane, it's good to have you." Qi Yan's eyes were full of emotion.

Jian Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt that his heart was extremely calm at the moment, and he was more comfortable than every day before.

She asked, "So, what is it?"

Qi Yan took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and said, "Keratosis pilaris on the legs."

The smile on the corner of Jian Bai's mouth fell: "Qi Yan, you are really sick."

She works in an entertainment company, and she has not heard too much of this "disease" of chicken skin.

Something that doesn't hurt or itch, this is called a terminal illness?

Oh, he didn't seem to say that he was terminally ill, only that he couldn't cure it.

"The doctor said that it was genetic, and it could only be relieved by applying that ointment every day, but it could not be cured." Qi Yan said seriously, "I didn't lie to you...... So Jianjian, let's go home, you can apply medicine to me."

"Fuck off!"

Jian Bai kicked the trash can beside him towards Qi Yan, this time it really left a scar on his leg.

"Whew-"

Taking advantage of Qi Yan's efforts to bend over and cover his legs, Jian Bai snatched his car keys from him and walked away.

What distress, what touching, all of them were thrown out of the clouds by her.

She swore that she would never say another word to this firecracker in her life!

In the early hours of the morning, Young.

"Okay, let's do it first, everyone has worked hard these days, especially colleagues who went on a business trip to Haicheng, and the overtime pay is three times." Yang Qian made a summary speech of the meeting, "I have only one request, there must be no more vicious accidents in the Jedi."

"Okay, Mr. Yang rest assured."

"Mr. Yang rest assured."

"Everyone has worked hard, let's dismiss."

Yang Qian said and stood up.

Her legs were sore, and her feet, which had been trapped in high heels for nearly twenty hours, were already painful and unconscious.

But as if she didn't feel the pain, she walked out of the conference room calmly.

It wasn't until she got back to the office that she couldn't wait to kick off her high heels and step barefoot on the soft white carpet.

Two bloody footprints were left behind.

"Tsk."

Yang Qian smacked his tongue, a little disgusted.

She frowned and moved to the couch and sat down, half-lying, not wanting to move.

She was so tired that she wanted to sleep when she closed her eyes.

There was a sudden knock on the office door, and before she could speak, the door was pushed open.

Zeng Qi came in with a medical kit and saw blood stains on the carpet at a glance.

He frowned, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Yang Qian: "Why are you here?"

"Seeing that you have a bit of a hard time walking, I guess you are injured." Zeng Qi walked to the sofa with the medicine box and sat down sideways, "I took the medicine."

"Well, leave it at that, I'll be on it later." Yang Qian said casually.

Zeng Qi ignored the rejection in her words, opened the medicine box by himself, took hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs, moved the trash can, and said, "I'll wash your wound."

"No, I don't." Yang Qian chose to refuse directly this time.

Zeng Qi frowned and looked at her, and said in a serious voice that she was very unfamiliar with, "If you don't move it yourself, I'll do it."

Yang Qian: "If you dare to touch me, I will dare to warn you about sex. Harassment."

Zeng Qi: "......?"

How did this plot go different from what he expected?

Said that the wounded women are all weak?

Say that good girls like domineering presidents?

Yang Qian, how can he be a little weak?

Zeng Qi had no doubt that if he really dared to get started, Yang Qian would definitely give him a kick first, and then beat him half to death, and then call the police at the end.

Zeng Qi silently put down the hydrogen peroxide and instructed her, "Then, you must take medicine, don't sleep like this if you want to sleep, you will catch a cold."

Yang Qian nodded casually, and then waved his hand to drive people away.

Zeng Qi turned around and walked away step by step, his back full of incomprehension of the world.

Yang Qian watched the office door close again, picked up the hydrogen peroxide on the coffee table, and rinsed off the blood stains on his feet.

The cool liquid cuts across the skin.

Yang Qian subconsciously shrank back.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

"Greasy fool."

She chuckled softly.