How many times does she have to reject him before she is happy? He is also made of flesh and blood, not a wooden man, he will be hurt.
"yes."
She could only refuse him, and she could only refuse.
Jiang Weiyi admitted frankly.
"Are you still embarrassed to admit it?" Xiang Yutian was internally injured.
Must she be so heartless?
Jiang Weiwei stood looking at him from a distance. The female tattoo artist slowly imprinted the mark on Xiang Yutian's ribs, bit by bit, sinking deeply into the skin...
Xiang Yutian's expression didn't change at all, and his eyes only looked at her from beginning to end.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
A soft voice sounded in the ward.
It was her own voice, and Jiang Weiwei was frightened by her own voice.
Facing Xiang Yutian, she acted more and more out of her control.
"It doesn't hurt." Xiang Yutian smiled, his smile was extremely coquettish, and he stared at her with bright eyes, and the only meaning reflected in his eyes was: Look, you still said that you don't feel sorry for me.
"..."
In order to stop what was wrong with him, Jiang Weiyi decided to shut up and never speak again.
But Xiang Yutian smiled very happily like a fool, his eyes covered by long eyelashes were filled with light, and his face was so feminine and charming that the female tattoo artist was stunned.
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The weather is fine and it's a good day to leave the hospital.
The men moved the packed luggage out of the ward one by one, and the ward suddenly became empty.
Jiang Weiwei stood at the window and looked out. He saw a sea of black cars, all with consecutive license plates. They were arrogant to the extreme.
When I visit a patient, hundreds of people come, and when I leave the hospital, hundreds more people come to pick me up.
It's such a grand occasion.
Jiang Weiwei turned around and saw Xiang Yutian standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a black shirt and trousers of the same color, with two straight legs. He opened his collar and admired his tattoo in the mirror.
Mr. Xiang got a tattoo.
Mr. Xiang is very good at it.
Mr. Xiang enjoys N rounds in front of the mirror every day.
"Why do you want the tattoo in that place?" Jiang Weiwei asked, leaning against the window.
There is also a transparent film attached to the tattoo, and the character "Miao" in small seal script is very dark.
"This way I can see it at any time."
Xiang Yutian opened his collar and exposed the word openly, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't see it.
This location is the place closest to his heart.
"Master Xiang, First Sister, you can go." Gu Ying opened the door of the ward and said to them.
Xiang Yutian turned around, pulled Jiang Guoyi from the window and held her in his arms domineeringly. He stared at her with his eyes down and said, "I won't let you come to this damn place again."
As long as he is here, she will not let her lose a hair.
"Let go, I can walk on my own." Jiang Weiwei pushed him.
Xiang Yutian forcibly hugged her shoulders, "My fracture is just fine, I can't walk."
"..."
He can't walk?
Then who is the one who goes to the mirror several times a day to admire his tattoo?
Jiang Weiyi struggled for a few times and gave up because he was too tired. He was hugged by Xiang Yutian and walked out of the hospital's inpatient building.
Outside, a crowd of cars in the darkness flashed their flashlights and honked their horns at the same time. A dense group of people stood up straight, put their hands behind their backs, and shouted loudly, "Master Xiang!"
A loud roar.
The sound of horns sounded continuously above the hospital, shaking far away.
It's just a discharge from the hospital, is it necessary?
Jiang Weiwei was speechless. He was hugged by Xiang Yutian and walked towards a white sports car. Someone opened the car door early in the morning and lowered his head to respectfully invite them to get in.
"Miaomiao, sit in."
Xiang Yutian put his hand against the top of the car door.