Ouyang Ji's unfathomable eyes looked at Simiao, who had a pretty face with tears in her eyes. Those two slaps seemed to have not only hit her face, but also hit a certain place on his chest. He stepped towards Simiao.
He walked away, but stopped for a second. Didn't he bring her here just to see her embarrassed?!
Simiao could no longer accept the strange eyes, turned around and ran out of the funeral home sadly. If he deliberately wanted to embarrass her, then he did it. Thinking about it, she suddenly bumped into a wall of people and raised her head to look at it.
The man blinked slightly, a string of crystal tears fell down, and said softly, "Maple".
"How can you let someone beat you?" Feng Jicheng looked at Simiao with infinite love in his eyes, and touched her red and swollen cheeks with his big hands. Then, in Simiao's astonishment, he took her hand and came to Aunt Xia, coldly
The voice said, "Old woman, if I hadn't seen you burying your daughter, I could have sent you to the hospital just by those two slaps you slapped Miaomiao!".
Upon hearing this, Uncle Xia immediately frowned with displeasure on his face and said, "Young man, that's not what you said."
"Shut up!" Feng Jicheng's eyes flashed with cold light. Uncle Xia was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything for a moment, fearing that the rebellious and sycophantic young man in front of him would disturb his daughter's funeral.
Turning around, Feng Jicheng looked at the surrounding media with sharp eyes, and warned in a deep voice, "Only reporting on funerals is allowed. If you report some irrelevant reports, you will be blocked by the media!" After saying that, he held hands and
Simiao's hand moved outward.
After he left, the media angrily deleted the clips about Feng Jicheng. He couldn't afford to offend him. Based on the strength of the Huanhuan Group, it was easy to be banned by the media. If he was hunted down by the mafia again, his life would be over.
….
Feng Jicheng held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked Simiao's hair with the other, and said warmly, "If you feel sleepy, just take a nap."
"Aren't you going to ask me why?" Simiao reluctantly arched a bitter arc and looked at the handsome Feng Jicheng in confusion.
"Do you want to say it?" Feng Ji Cheng asked in a warm voice. Seeing Simiao startled, the corner of his lips raised a doting curve, "Let's have a good sleep."
"Yes." Simiao nodded in agreement. After a while, she fell asleep due to physical and mental exhaustion. She had no idea that the car following Ouyang Ji next to her was rolling over Feng Jicheng's car.
Feng Jicheng looked slyly at Ouyang Ji, whose driving skills were as good as his own. He really didn't expect Ouyang Ji to have such good driving skills. The corners of his lips curved in a strange arc, and he turned the red light sharply. In an instant, he passed by
Ouyang Ji's car.
When Ouyang Ji watched Simiao follow Feng Jicheng away, a fire of ignorance made him leave the funeral impulsively! At this moment, he, with stern eyebrows, also turned red and followed Feng Jicheng, chasing Feng Jicheng's
Suddenly, a car driving illegally appeared in front of me. A trace of surprise flashed in his bright eyes, and he turned the steering wheel quickly...
When Simiao opened her eyes again, she found that she was already at Feng Jicheng's house. She was so tired that she had no idea when she arrived or how she ended up sleeping on the bed*. She felt dizzy.
Yes, as soon as she sat up, she saw the door being gently pushed open through a gap. She said in a hoarse voice, "Come in, I'm awake."
"I thought it would be a little later," Feng Jicheng said as he pushed open the door and walked quickly to Simiao, reaching out to touch her forehead. "Fortunately, I don't have a fever now. It seems that the infusion has had an effect."
"Am I sick?" Simiao couldn't help but ask, no wonder she felt sore in her throat.
"Yes, and the illness is not serious. I keep saying 'I'm sorry' in my dreams." Feng Jicheng raised his eyebrows, stretched out his long arms to hold Simiao in his arms, and said warmly, "The most serious illness is heart disease. Wife
, it’s not your fault, you don’t have to blame yourself.”
Siyu leaned in Feng Jicheng's arms, it was so warm, "I really hope everything is a dream." He sat up straight and smiled lightly, "Okay, your shoulders are great, I feel more comfortable after leaning on them.
It’s okay now.”
"She is such a grass-like woman, she will be optimistic when given a little sunshine." Feng Jicheng put a doting smile on his lips, stood up and said, "Let's go downstairs to have something to eat."
"Okay" Simiao responded, got out of bed, lowered her head and looked at the lace skirt she was wearing. The faces of Xia Sisi and Ouyang Ji overlapped in front of her, and the faint smile on their pretty faces disappeared in an instant.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jicheng asked with concern, not knowing why.
"I want to change my clothes." Simiao raised his head and looked at Feng Jicheng with pleading eyes, "It doesn't matter if it's a maid's clothes, help me find one."
"Leave it to me to take care of the clothes," Feng Jicheng replied. Although he didn't know why Simiao asked to change the clothes, as long as it made Simiao unhappy, he would be willing to change it for her if he could!
He walked up to Simiao's shoulder and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
"Okay" Simiao responded in a low voice. When she calmed down, she realized that today Feng Jicheng was wearing a very formal imitation gray suit. Paired with his golden hair, it looked a bit nondescript. However, it was
Due to the combination of these two different perspectives, he exudes a very complex noble temperament.
Feng Jicheng noticed Simiao looking at his suit, stretched out his hand to loosen his tie unnaturally, and said helplessly, "I can't help it. The old man and my mother set up a trap for me. They went on their honeymoon and left the group to
I".
Simiao frowned slightly, her big clear eyes flashed with apology, and asked doubtfully, "So, your first day at work today, you came back early because of me?".
"It has nothing to do with you." Feng Jicheng smiled, patted Simiao's forehead gently with his hand, and said jokingly, "When did my wife become sentimental?"...
In the high-end ward, Ouyang Ji lazily leaned on the bed, with one swollen hand wrapped thickly in white gauze, frowning, listening to Director Wang personally report on his condition.
"Mr. Ou, I have done a full body examination for you. Fortunately, your internal organs are not injured, but your arm is broken. You will need a few months to rest." Director Wang said respectfully, and then asked, "Do I need to notify your family?"
.
Family?! Who is family? In the past, Sisi would have arrived as soon as possible, but now... Mother, she must be addicted to major casinos. That stupid woman must be happy with Feng Jicheng!
The sexy thin lips raised a self-deprecating arc, it turned out that he was such a pitiful person, "No need, you can go out."
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the endless flow of vehicles. On the hospital bench, every patient was accompanied by relatives and friends. Even if he was sick, he was still in happiness. Only he would always be unfortunate.
He doesn't want to live in loneliness and pain. He doesn't want this loneliness. The pain only belongs to himself.
Come on, Zhen Simiao, you killed the only person who really cared about me, and you fell into pain with me. You picked up the mobile phone on the bed table and dialed a familiar number, "David, go deal with it...".