Those four cool words, his breath sprayed on her face.
Jing Jiaren turned her face away: "You know everything is different."
"My feelings for you have never changed."
"Yes, that's you. And I don't deserve it!"
"I'll take you to a place." He held her hand, and his palm was also cold.
Jing Jiaren broke away her hand and pushed him suddenly...
Her hand hit his shoulder, and his body faintly shook.
She remembered that the gun he blocked for her was on his left shoulder.
His shoulder bled a lot that day.
Jing Jiaren bit her lip and quickly retracted her hand.
He said softly: "The injury is almost healed."
"I'm going back."
"I'll take you to a place."
"I'm not going, I'm not interested." Jing Jiaren walked forward, followed by his footsteps.
Jing Jiaren never had the courage to look at his face: "Let's go, let's go! I want to go back to the hospital to see Ximen Longting, I love him! Leng Aofeng, you heard clearly, I love him, I don't love you!"
The cold breath.
Jing Jiaren clenched her fists. She didn't want to hurt Leng Aofeng, but the long-term pain was worse than the short-term pain.
"Leng Aofeng, even if we had a relationship in the past, it was Shang Yanxuan and I. If you die, so will I. Do you understand?"
"Miss Jing?" Several bodyguards looked at Jing Jiaren in surprise.
She suddenly came back to her senses.
"Who are you talking to here?"
Jing Jiaren turned around, and Leng Aofeng disappeared at some point. She seemed to be talking to herself.
Jing Jiaren let out a breath, he should have understood that he would not come to her again.
What else is there for Leng Aofeng to cherish about a woman like her? She has already caused him enough misery!
Jing Jiaren followed the bodyguard out of the box and went back to the hospital.
She doesn't know why, but she always feels that Leng Aofeng is still following her...
The vague aura made her want to run away.
…
Ximen Longting flipped through some company report sheets. The more he looked at them, the more bored he became. He threw them aside coldly: "Notebook."
"Master, your physical condition is not suitable for handling official duties. Please rest more."
"take!"
Wilson immediately handed over the notebook.
Normally, Jing Jiaren would definitely stop it: doctors have said not to play computer games when you are sick, as the radiation is high, and there is no need for you to work so hard.
Today, Jing Jiaren was sitting by the window, staring at the book in her hand, not turning a page for a long time.
She is in a daze...
Even Wilson could tell she was in a daze.
After coming back from the supermarket, she felt restless and made mistakes in everything she did.
For example, the tea water overflowed when pouring tea, accidentally peeled the hand when peeling an apple, and broke the vase when changing the water in the vase.
She was so abnormal, and the anxious atmosphere made Ximen Longting also anxious.
But once he asked her, she just smiled and shook her head and said nothing.
Ximen Longting stared at the notebook for a while, but Jing Jiaren didn't respond at all. He turned coldly: "Jing Jiaren!"
She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear him calling her.
Ximen Longting shouted in a voice full of anger: "Jing Jiaren——"
"Miss Jing, the master is calling you, don't you hear me?" Wilson pushed Jing Jiaren.
Only then did she come back to her senses and turned around to see the red eyes of the fox mask full of anger.
"What's wrong?"
"Is the book good?" he asked coldly, "Is it better than me?"