Wen Qiong is very nice and takes good care of her.
Since she moved in here, Wen Qiong has visited her every day, brought her food she made, and also accompanied her to relieve her boredom.
But he didn't tell her where this place was.
Pei Jiao stood in the corridor and looked at it several times, guessing that this place should be a deep mountain, and it was on the top of the mountain. There was a very tall signal tower next to it. It was probably some kind of secret base.
And it is a national secret base.
Why do you say that? Because there are police officers outside.
The place with strict police guarding is either an important national secret base, or she is overseas, but those people don't look like foreigners.
After guessing and guessing, the CPU in Pei Jiao's mind was about to explode and he still didn't know what the hell this place was!
She thought distressedly that if she didn't have access to all electronic devices and couldn't use her skills, she would have known where this place was.
What's even more speechless is that she can't go out now, and she will be caught if she goes out.
I really want to suffocate her to death...
Wen Qiong waved her hand in front of Pei Jiao's eyes and asked her with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"
Pei Jiao couldn't speak, so she could only shake her head, took the Qingtuan ball given to her by Wen Qiong, and turned to sit on the sofa.
Wen Qiong came over and sat down next to Pei Jiao: "Do you want to go home?"
When he heard the word 'go home', Pei Jiao's eyes lit up. He turned his head and looked directly at Wen Qiong, with an expression that seemed to be asking urgently: When can I go home?
Wen Qiong shook her head at Pei Jiao: "You can't go home for the time being. Very important things have been lost at the base. The investigation is now strict. You should stay here in the past half month."
Hearing this, Pei Jiao looked up at the ceiling and said no more.
Wen Qiong took a notebook and pen and placed them in front of Pei Jiao: "Your right hand is still recovering, but you can still use the pen occasionally. Why don't you try to write your name first, or write a series of phone numbers?
Number, can I help you contact your family?"
Pei Jiao glanced sideways at Wen Qiong, his brows furrowed in silence, indicating that he was considering it seriously.
In this car accident, she could be said to be extremely unlucky.
She was injured in the car accident, and her body was covered in bruises and bruises. Fortunately, her legs were not lame, but her hands were slightly fractured.
The night I was brought back, I had a high fever and had a problem with my throat.
Later, because I was anxious to speak, I even damaged my vocal cords.
However, only Pei Jiao herself knows the true condition of Pei Jiao. It is true that her vocal cords were damaged and she can no longer speak, but her hands are not affected at all. She can hold chopsticks and comb her hair.
But she played a little trick. Since she couldn't speak, she might as well become a complete disabled person. So she told them with gestures that her hand needed a recovery period due to a fracture, and she couldn't use force for the time being, thus avoiding writing communication.
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Handwriting will leave behind negative things about yourself.
Especially write your own name.
Seeing that Pei Jiao was always distracted, Wen Qiong put down her notebook and pen and said, "I know you are very anxious right now, but this is an important base. Not to mention my husband, I have no right to let you go even in danger."
Pei Jiao turned to look at Wen Qiong with confusion on his expression.
Pei Jiao was surprised that Wen Qiong could tell at a glance what she wanted to know.
Wen Qiong smiled slightly: "I will observe your expression based on what I said and guess what you want to know."
Pei Jiao also smiled and waited for Wen Qiong to continue.
However, Wen Qiong was only responsible for whetting her appetite: "This cannot be said because your identity is unknown. If you are a spy sent by the enemy, something big will happen."
Pei Jiao: "...?"
Guessing that I was a spy, he still came to feed me every day. Pei Jiao couldn't help but doubt the safety of the food.
Seeing that Pei Jiao's expression was speechless, as if he didn't want to talk to her anymore, Wen Qiong chuckled: "I'm joking with you, do you think I'm funny?"
Pei Jiao: "...!" There is no need to be so humorous!
Next, Wen Qiong coaxed Pei Jiao to eat green dumplings.
Now the food Wen Qiong brings every day is her test subject, and Pei Jiao is the guinea pig. Fortunately, the food Wen Qiong makes is not unpalatable, but the color always looks weird.
It's approaching noon.
Wen Qiong went to get Pei Jiao food, and Pei Jiao waited patiently in the room for Wen Qiong to come back and feed him.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
Pei Jiao was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back, and a double image appeared in front of her eyes. Wen Qiong still didn't come back. She was so hungry that she wanted to go out, but was stopped as expected.
She can't even get out of this building now.
Pei Jiao made gestures to express that she was hungry, but she had never learned gestures and her gestures were so messy that the two police officers could not understand them and ignored her.
Finally, Pei Jiao returned to his room dejectedly.
Apart from the porridge in the morning, she only ate one green dumpling brought by Wen Qiong in the morning, and she was already very hungry.
Holding a pillow in her arms, she bent down and sat on the sofa in a daze. Then she fell asleep due to hunger. She didn't know how long it took, but when she woke up again, she was woken up by the fragrance.
She opened her eyes quickly.
On the small table in front of the sofa, there is a lunch box.
Even before it was opened, the aroma of the chicken almost numbed Pei Jiao.
She threw away the pillow and was about to open the lunch box in a hurry. When she was about to touch the lunch box, she paused and noticed someone in the room. She slowly raised her head.
There was a tall figure standing in front of the cabinet. It was Shenlong who had seen the beginning but not the end. He was opening a document bag. He opened it and read it before closing it. Then he took the document and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he glanced at Pei Jiao, who was sitting "obediently" on the sofa.
Seeing her looking at him eagerly, Wei Yu frowned. He was about to walk out, but he turned towards her and walked towards her, standing condescendingly in front of her: "The base is very busy today. I'm sorry, I just brought you food back now."
Pei Jiao looked pitiful on his face, but he was complaining crazily in his heart: Damn! You want to starve to death, right? Look what time it is now! It's four o'clock! It's four o'clock! Hey! You don't treat me as a human being at all!
She doesn't feel hungry anymore.
She was already numb.
No matter how fragrant the food is, it can't whet her appetite.
Of course...except for the box lunch in front of you, you can get angry after eating it.
So, Pei Jiao pointed at the lunch box, how could Wei Yu not understand: "Open it for you?"
Pei Jiao nodded.
Wei Yu slowly leaned over and put the document bag on the other side of the small table. When he was about to open the lunch box for her, his fingertips paused for a few seconds.
Why bother with her?
He had already brought food back, so he didn't need to worry about her at all.
Forget it, she can't do anything now, so there's nothing wrong with accommodating her.
Convincing himself, Ji Yu quickly opened the lunch box.
A large chicken leg, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, two or three sweet and sour meatballs, cabbage and beans.
They are all packed into one lunch box, and each dish has its own compartment, so it looks good.
Although Pei Jiao is a rich young lady, she lives a rough life, and the meal in front of her is considered very good for her.
Seeing her eyes shining brightly, Wei Yu curled his lips, opened the packaging bag of the chopsticks for her, and handed the chopsticks to her: "Here."
Pei Jiao was stunned, but did not reach out to take it.
Wei Yuqing frowned: "Don't you still want me to feed you?"
Pei Jiao bit his lip. Although he didn't nod, his expression clearly meant this.
Wei Yu put down his chopsticks: "I made an observation and found that your hands shouldn't be able to hold up the chopsticks to eat. If you don't want to eat, it's up to you."
Pei Jiao took a breath and pressed the corners of his lips downward, as if he was about to cry.
Wei Yu put down his chopsticks for a moment, raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that she was hiding her emotions with her eyelids lowered, and finally relented.
He replaced his chopsticks with a spoon and said resignedly: "Okay, I'll feed you."
Pei Jiao curled his lips silently from an angle that Ji Yu couldn't see.
