After several times of torture, the black eyes at this moment have calmed down, and the whole person is like the sea level after being hit by a hurricane, exhausted, silent and breathless......

The phone in her pocket vibrates, and she glances at the caller ID and slides the answer button.

Still just a cold "um" sentence......

"Are you alright?" Xiao Han asked uneasily.

"Uh-huh......" she said casually.

"This time, the cards are all exposed, and you may need to re-plan!"

Xiao Han felt that those people couldn't give up easily, and if they weren't prepared, they wouldn't necessarily have such good luck next time.

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi's godless eyes were full of vicissitudes and tiredness......

Xiao Han also heard it, and said helplessly: "Then you can rest, and call me again if you have something!" ”

"Hmm......" she didn't want to say more like a nonsense, just squeezed the word out of her throat.

After hanging up, he closed his tired eyes.

In less than a minute, there was a knock on the door......

Abu pushed the door in, saw that she was closing her eyes and recuperating, did not dare to disturb, and was about to go out......

"What's the matter?" Jian Junxi's thin lips moved slightly, and his eyelids didn't move......

"That...... It's Nangong Jing who has arrived...... Grandpa Ji and Wen Hao are checking on him, and they asked me to tell you about it! Abu tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Got it......" Jian Junxi is like an elf with snowflakes, she has been sprinkled for too long, tired, tired......

"That'...... Where are you eating lunch? Or go downstairs? Abu's small eyes were full of puzzlement, and he didn't dare to ask more.

"Let's eat together when my parents wake up!" Jian Junxi replied calmly.

"Okay!" Abu slowly closed the door, and what made her wonder was, why did Jian Junxi have this attitude?

At that time, I knew that Nangong Jing had an accident, and I was obviously so anxious, but now, why didn't I care at all?

The sourness in Jian Junxi's heart is the loneliness of drinking alone, more like the ice and snow outside the window, and the soul is sad......

It's not that she doesn't care, she's just used to staying awake......

Nangong Jing is a rib that she pulled out of her abdomen, lost it, was reluctant, and put it back, and the process was too painful......

If you want to avoid it, you can't avoid it, and if you want to escape, you can't escape for the time being......

It's not so much that she's sad for Nangong Jing, it's better to say that she hates him, hates his sincerity, hates him for being too obsessed, and hates him for being reckless.

She would rather have a life and death with him than see this outcome......

"Buckle ......" Wen Hao pushed the door and entered, and shouted urgently: "Young master, it's not good, Nangong Jing has been poisoned again, someone should have put the poison in the anti-inflammatory water!" ”

Jian Junxi's eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light burst out of minus 50 degrees, causing the temperature in the room to cool down rapidly to freezing......

"How's it going?" Her cold voice was anxious, and she sat up on the sofa, picking up her bag and walking out the door.

"Master is brewing an antidote, let me ask you to take a look, he said maybe you have a ready-made antidote

Fortunately, you detoxified him the day before yesterday, and the residual medicinal properties should have played a certain role, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to survive now. ”

Wen Hao followed to her right, explaining as he walked outside.

Jian Junxi was cold, and he didn't speak again until he entered the infirmary.

When I saw Nangong Jing, who was pale, there was no trace of popularity in his body, his head was covered with gauze, and he was lying there like an ice corpse......

Her heart suddenly felt like it had been stabbed, and the needle hit the blood, and the pain was pinched.

Resisting the urge to cry, he took a deep breath and reached for the image of his right hand.

(End of chapter)