120. Chapter 120 Cold-blooded who doesn't care about everything 7
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Weiwei frowned, and stood still obediently as he was told.
Immediately afterwards, Ancheng's hand came up. He didn't find the right direction and poked her eyes with the tip of his index finger.
Jiang Wei closed his eyes in pain.
Ancheng quickly retracted his hand, with an apology on his face, but soon his hand came up again, and his clean and soft fingers slowly moved along her forehead, touching the gauze that had not been removed on her head.
He obviously couldn't see anything, but at this moment, Jiang Weiwei felt that his eyes became sad.
"Does it hurt?" An Cheng stroked the circle of gauze on her head and asked in a low voice, his eyes unfocused.
It doesn't hurt.
How could this pain compare to the pain of him betraying her?
"Youyi, you are disobedient, why can't you take care of yourself?" An Cheng's voice was almost angry, and the fingers touching her head were a little stiff.
"Ha." Jiang Weiyi couldn't help but sneered, "BOSS, you should have thought of this when you decided to let me go to Xiang Yutian, right?"
Xiang Yutian is not a kind person. He has been ruthlessly running rampant in the underworld throughout Southeast Asia for more than a day or two.
Anjou should have expected that she would be seriously injured like this.
"Sit tight and I'll help you rebandage it." As he said that, Ancheng's hand fell along her face and firmly grasped her thin wrist.
"Need not."
Jiang Weiwei shook his hand away.
An Cheng had never learned kung fu before, so he staggered and almost fell when he was thrown away by her.
Jiang Wei almost reflexively wanted to help him, but he stretched out his hand halfway and retracted his fingers one by one.
She told herself that she could no longer show affection to An Cheng.
She can't be stupid again.
This is a man who would push her into someone else's bed.
An Cheng stood still a little awkwardly, raised his eyes to look in her direction, his glass-like eyes rolled lightly, and there was a faint sullenness on his face, "Only."
"If you are just pretending to care about me today, then no need, I don't need it at all."
Jiang Weiwei hardened his heart, said coldly, turned around and left.
Anjo didn't stop her.
Jiang Weiwei walked towards the door.
"Yei, I want you to swear two oaths." An Cheng's voice suddenly came from behind her, "First, you must listen to me from now on."
"..." Jiang Weiyi's feet were fixed to the ground, unable to move even half a step.
"Second, from now on, you can only shed tears for me." Anjo continued.
Every word is trying to stir up Jiang's only memory.
That was the oath An Cheng asked her to swear when she was 20 years old.
That year, she was almost beaten to death by her grandma, but Ancheng stood in front of her and rescued her from her grandma at the cost of breaking a rib.
She rarely sheds tears.
But seeing that he was blind and couldn't see anything, but when he was still pushing her out, her tears fell.
It was at that time that he made her swear two oaths.
Listen to him and shed tears just for him.
"Yiyi, have you forgotten the oath you swore?"
Ancheng stood there, facing her direction, his eyes were undivided, and his voice was gentle but dignified.
She said that she would always listen to him.
"I haven't forgotten." Jiang Weiwei turned around, "I still remember how decisive you were when you stood in front of me, and how decisive you are when you betray me now!"
By the end, her voice was trembling hysterically.
She used to think that his stoic temperament was a kind of gentleness that didn't care about fireworks, but now she finally realized that it was a kind of cold-bloodedness that didn't care about anything.