Chen Fanyin was really tired, and he couldn't hold his smile when he went upstairs.

She dragged back to the bedroom, changed into her nightgown and entered the bathroom.

She turned around and pulled away her shoulder strap to see her wounds.

The redness and swelling subsided a lot, and a thin scab was formed on the rubbing area.

But the bruises spread, half the size of hers, and the black and purple look particularly scary.

She moved her shoulders gently and walked out the door while tidying up her shoulder straps.

She had just stepped out of the bathroom door and before she could straighten her shoulder straps, the door suddenly opened and a figure flashed in quickly.

Chen Fanyin: "Brother, do you need to be a thief in your own home?"

She silently turned her shoulder strap back to its original place, with a very calm expression.

She firmly believed that as long as she was not embarrassed, she would not be embarrassed.

Jing Zeheng glanced at her delicate and fair collarbone, and her ears were a little hot.

He moved his eyes away, closed the door and asked straight to the point: "Do you want to go on a blind date?"

"What?" Chen Fanyin's voice changed, "Brother, are you telling ghost stories?"

"If you don't want to sleep in the bedroom, no one will ask you to stop." He said, "If you are hurt, they will not force you."

Chen Fanyin instantly understood what he meant: "Thank you brother! I can't repay my life-saving grace, why don't I..."

Jing Zeheng looked at her and four words appeared in his mind—

Give your body a promise.

"Why do I give you one?"

Jing Zeheng: “…”

Even if life cannot be done as expected, it shouldn't be too outrageous, right?

He took a deep breath and pointed to the bed: "Go to sleep, and I'll make you a midnight snack when they leave."

"Okay!"

Chen Fanyin trotted all the way to bed, got into the quilt honestly, and closed his eyes like a good baby.

Jing Zeheng did not leave, but instead came to her bedside: "Get up and apply medicine to you."

"oh."

With the grace of saving lives, Chen Fanyin did not complain at all.

She sat up again, turned around and looked towards him obediently.

He raised his hair with one hand, and his slender neck and smooth and white shoulders fell into his eyes.

Jing Zeheng looked at her bruise, and his eyes were filled with anger.

He took several deep breaths and finally calmed down a little.

Sitting behind her, he gently pushed away the thin shoulder strap that was torn and broken, picked up the swelling and blood stasis spray, and sprayed it on her wound a few times.

"Hiss..." Chen Fanyin shrank his neck, "It's so cold."

Before she could finish her speech, Jing Zeheng's big hand covered her back shoulder.

His hands were very hot, and he instantly drove away the coldness of the medicine. He rubbed her soreness gently, and he turned his head and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"fine."

Chen Fanyin responded and turned his head subconsciously, just as he saw him frowning slightly and his eyes were hanging down very seriously.

He was very close to her and rubbed her wounds without distraction.

Chen Fanyin noticed that there was a scar on Jing Zeheng's left face near the ear, which was about an inch long, and it was impossible to tell what the wound was. The scar was flat and was already very shallow, almost blending with the skin, and it was impossible to tell if it was a little farther away.

He noticed her gaze and looked up at her: "It hurts?"

"No," Chen Fanyin stared at his face and asked subconsciously, "How did you hurt your face?"

Jing Zeheng subconsciously touched the scar: "It was scratched by the fight."

Chen Fanyin widened his eyes in surprise.

She had seen him fight, but it was hard for her to imagine what he would be like when he was injured.

Somehow, she inexplicably remembered that rainy night again.

She looked at his eyes steadily, and in his eyes, she saw her own reflection.

These eyes...

"What do you think?"

His hand moved away, his fingertips slashed across her shoulders again, and the feather-like itch recalled her mind.

Chen Fanyin felt her face hot, so she moved her eyes away in panic and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"Wait a moment."

Jing Zeheng took the bottle of painkiller spray and sprayed it on her, then said, "Okay."

"Yeah." Chen Fanyin lowered her head and quickly tidied up her shoulder straps, "Then, thank you brother, I'm going to bed."

"good."

Jing Zeheng agreed, but did not leave immediately.

He poured her a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table, and took the cell phone she threw on the sofa.

"Call me if you have something to do."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Fanyin sat there, holding the quilt and nodding, not even daring to look at him.

Looking at her blushing face, the corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth rose slightly.

He smiled and turned away, without saying anything, leaving her to think about it herself.

Chen Fanyin is indeed thinking—

Was she frightened by the word "blind date"?

Otherwise, how could she think Jing Zeheng looks like him?

She knocked her head and threw this impossible guess behind her. She lay down on her side, pulled up the quilt and covered her head and went to bed.

"Aheng, what have you been doing?" Jing Hui frowned and looked at Jing Zeheng who had been out for more than ten minutes, "Didn't you say you went to the toilet?"

Jing Zeheng sat back on the sofa with a calm look on his face: "It just so happened that the lawyer called, what about Fanyin."

"Oh," Jing Hui's brows frowned even more, "What do you mean?"

"The crowdfunding platform staff accused by Wu Jun does not exist at all. The so-called special reason cannot be withdrawn is simply because of the platform rules problem - a one-time large-scale donation requires a two to four hours of definite period to avoid making mistakes."

"In other words, someone pretended to be a platform staff member and used the loopholes in Wu Jun who didn't know about this rule to deceive him?" Jing Yao also frowned.

"Yes," Jing Zeheng nodded, "The mobile phone number is a black number, and the donation account is an overseas account, and there is no trace to be found."

Luo Jing was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Why would I ask in my colleagues and see if Yinyin offended anyone?"

Luo Jing dressed up carefully today, wearing a white suit, with a straight and handsome figure, and the frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose were also connected to a silver-gray glasses chain.

Looks like a scumbag.

At least Jing Zeheng doesn't like him no matter how he looks at him.

Hearing Luo Jing’s suggestion, he said lightly: “No need, I have contacted Mr. Zeng, and I am checking her colleagues.”

Luo Jing listened to his cold voice and inexplicably felt that Brother Jing was very hostile to him today.

He hesitated and said, "Old Zeng is indeed respectful, but isn't it a waste of time to investigate such a large-scale?"

"I have my own way, you don't have to worry." Jing Zeheng picked up the teacup and changed the topic directly, "The land in the western suburbs cannot be sold, I'm useful."

"Um?"

He changed the subject, but the other four people didn't react.

After a while, Jing Hui asked, "The area of ​​land is not large, and no matter how good the surrounding environment is, it cannot be used for commercial projects. What's the use of you?"

Jing Zeheng: "The golden house hides the beauty."

Everyone looked at him and frowned.
Chapter completed!