Chapter 99: The Imprisonment of Unable to Struggle
Scratching his head irritably, he threw his phone back into his pocket and prepared to stop a car to take him directly to the hospital.
"Master Sikong..."
The thin female voice with a hint of ignored complaint reached his ears again. Sikong Jingqiu finally raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.[
Standing in front of me is a woman.
A woman who wears so much makeup that it's almost impossible to tell what her original skin is like.
Sikong Jingqiu was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
The expression on her face stiffened, Zeng Jiawen glanced at Sikong Jingqiu resentfully, not caring that Sikong Jingqiu was dripping wet at the moment, she hooked his arm gracefully, and moved forward as if there was no one else around.
She complained softly in his ear, "Master Sikong, you are so annoying. You were doing this and that to others in... just now, and in the blink of an eye..."
Zeng Jiawen did not continue talking, because she could tell from Sikong Jingqiu's expression that he had recognized her. Master Sikong would definitely push that ugly ghost-like woman away, and then choose her. Young Master Sikong just now
I told you to come out and find him.
Glancing provocatively at the woman in Sikong Jingqiu's arms who was as pale as snow, Zeng Jiawen raised her chin proudly, waiting to see the woman who occupied the position that should have belonged to her make a fool of herself.
However, what she didn't expect was that instead of pushing away the woman in his arms, Sikong Jingqiu hugged her even tighter, fearing that the woman would be cold.
Zeng Jiawen stared at the hand around the woman's waist, her eyes almost bursting with fire.
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at Zeng Jiawen lightly, as if he was looking at a stranger, rather than someone he had just been in close contact with in the bathroom, "Did you bring your mobile phone?"
Without saying a word, Zeng Jiawen took out the mobile phone from her bag and handed it over respectfully. She also offered him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at her, skipped the handkerchief, took the phone directly, pressed a few buttons quickly, and put it to his ear.
The call was quickly connected, and a slightly anxious voice came from the other end, "Hello?"
"Donghai, are you free now?"
"Huh? I'm on lunch break and I don't have any classes in the afternoon. What's wrong?"