Shengshi quickly hugged his body that was about to fall to the ground and hugged it in his arms, and then placed it gently on the bed.
Faced with all this, Ji Liunian did not respond.
"This is a ointment, I'll help you." As he said that, he wanted to apply medicine to Ji Liunian.
"Where is Cui Shuncheng?" Sheng Shi frowned when he heard this name, but when he saw her pale face, he replied: "Send it back."
"Please apply the medicine."
"No." Ji Liunian's voice was extremely calm, so calm that it was indifferent.
She held the wall, stood up slowly, and moved outside step by step.
Shengshi was angry with such an ignorant attitude: "Stop!"
Ji Liunian turned a deaf ear and was still moving with difficulty.
"I want you to stop! Where do you want to go now?!"
Ji Liunian just walked to the closet and paused. Looking at Shengshi, his eyes were filled with a rare indifference and despair: "How could I think a devil like you have a heart?"
This tone made Shengshi tighten his hand.
I saw him wearing the shirt she bought him.
She actually used the royalties she earned from her hard work to buy a shirt. Thinking of this, she laughed at herself.
She slowly opened the closet and took out the shirts hanging from the outermost. Because Shengshi has been wearing them very frequently recently, she hanged them in the best place to take them, and then picked up a pair of scissors and crushed them.
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"Stop it!" The cold and fierce voice could not stop Ji Liunian. Now she seemed to be afraid of nothing.
In desperation, Shengshi reached out to grab the shirt, and Ji Liunian took off with scissors.
"Hmph." Sheng Shi groaned in pain, and a deep wound appeared on his hand. The blood immediately poured out and dripped on the floor. Soon a small pool of blood was found.
Ji Liunian was stunned, but she didn't expect Shengshi would touch scissors with her bare hands.
"Don't cut it again!" Sheng Shi didn't seem to feel hurt, snatching the remaining shirt and staring at Ji Liunian.
Ji Liunian looked at his wound, threw down his scissors and lay back on the bed.
She saw that he was injured, and it didn't matter like this?
She is willing to suffer for her family, willing to commit herself to him, and even beg him for other men, but what did she do for him? What did she do?
Ji Liunian was lying down at the ceiling, so she didn't see the strong disappointment and pain in his eyes. Her long trembling eyelashes on the side slashed through his heart, and she cut him like a thin and cold flying knife.
The heart.
The bedroom was filled with blood. When the maid knocked on the door and screamed in fright when she saw blood on the ground.
The doctor came soon, and everyone was worried about the wounds of the prosperous times, except for Ji Liunian.
"Miss Ji, the young master wants you to bandage." The maid came in timidly and asked Ji Liunian to go out.
"Don't go." She remained indifferent.
"But, the young master has left a lot of blood. If you don't go, he won't bandage it." The little maid was almost crying. If she couldn't invite Miss Ji over, she would definitely be punished.
"Then let him bleed and die." The maid was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything again, and ran away carefully.
"Miss Ji, please bandage your wound." This time, it was the voice of C.
Ji Liunian supported her body, her eyes sarcastically: "Since it was the wound I made, how could I bandage it again? Isn't this an unnecessary move?"