After staying in the hospital for a long time, Jiang Zimo was injured on her head and received anti-inflammatory injections, but she gradually calmed down. Naturally, she would not be willing to become Aarons' plaything, but in the current situation, he definitely had the upper hand.
She began to calm down and think about how to deal with this playboy. Her unique character of always daring to think and do helped her. Soon, she sorted out some clues.
With her own strength, it was certainly not easy to deal with such a young master from an aristocratic family and on his territory, but ----- it was not completely impossible.
Isn't he lustful? Doesn't he want to find the same pleasure from her that Murong Qingzhen took away her love? She will make it happen for him!
Because the biggest trouble in her heart was gone, all the previous low moods were gone. She was impatient to stay in the hospital, and was hurriedly admitted to the hospital at noon the next day.
By the time she was discharged from the hospital, only a small piece of the exaggerated gauze bandage on her head was left, and it was she who pushed Xiaojiang's wheelchair out.
"Sister, have lunch at home and I'll cook."
She smiled and shook her head, "Let's cook together, and you can help me."
After being busy for more than half an hour, it turns out that Western-style grilling equipment is very powerful. When he came out of the hospital, Jiang Zimo took a taxi to a nearby supermarket and bought some daily necessities, vegetables and meat.
For lunch, she made her favorite baked oysters with garlic, as well as roasted taro with green onion and honey yam. She always moved quickly, but when she took out the rice porridge and went to the living room to call Xiao Jiang, she found that he was already lying on the pillow in the living room.
Asleep on the sofa...
Then she remembered that he had stayed up all night waiting for her to come back, and that he had been by her side when she was getting the intravenous injection. She felt warm in her heart, and gently shook him awake, and asked him to wash his hands and eat before going back to sleep.
Xiao Jiang rarely spoke when eating, and Jiang Zimo was not used to talking at the dinner table. The two finished the meal in silence, and when she put away the bowls and went to the kitchen to clean them, he followed her in the wheelchair.
"Sister, did something happen to you?"
Jiang Zimo threw the bowl into the sink and rinsed it with water, while looking back at him.
"It's nothing, Xiao Jiang, don't worry, sister can handle it on her own."
He didn't speak again after that. She was busy cleaning up and didn't bother to see if he had left the kitchen. But when she took off the gloves on her hands, she saw that he was still sitting in the same position.
Xiao Jiang's beautiful big eyes just kept looking at her silently. The content in his eyes was so complicated that she couldn't understand it for a while.
"What's wrong? Xiao Jiang, you didn't get a good rest last night, go and get some sleep now! I'll call you when dinner is ready."
She quickly took out a hand cream from the locker nearby, gently massaged her hands, and said to him.
After a while, Xiao Jiang did not reply. Instead, he turned the wheelchair around, returned to his sofa bed, and then lifted up the quilt and lay down.
Jiang Zimo knew that this kid must be a little unhappy. But she didn't know what to say to him, and instinctively, she didn't want to involve him, so after returning to the master bedroom, she immediately called
The phone number of the person who answered the police that day.
When she learned that the robbery had not been solved, she put down her phone in frustration. She looked at the wound on her forehead in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, and didn't lie down to rest again until about three o'clock in the afternoon.