Two hours after Ji Zhanbai returned to the room, Mu Qingchi stood in front of the window without taking off his makeup and stared outside in a daze.
She turned her head when she heard Ji Zhanbai's voice coming in, "Back!"
Ji Zhanbai casually took off the mask and put it on the bedside table, looking at her with undisguised disgust, "Are you going to keep facing me with this disgusting look?"
"I'm going to remove my makeup right now." Mu Qingchi picked up the makeup remover cotton and started to remove makeup.
Ji Zhanbai watched coldly as she wiped away the thick powder, eye shadow and lipstick on her face.
She has fair skin and delicate facial features. Compared with the heavily made-up look just now, she is obviously a different person.
The disgust in Ji Zhanbai's eyes lightened a lot, "Put some water on me to take a bath!"
Mu Qingchi obediently went to the bathroom. She filled most of the bathtub with water. Ji Zhanbai came in. He looked at Mu Qingchi expressionlessly, "Help me take off my clothes!"
Mu Qingchi hesitated and started to help him take off his clothes. Ji Zhanbai had a very good figure with no scars on his body. His abdominal muscles and chest muscles were very well developed. It was hard to believe that this was the figure of a person who had been bedridden for many years.
The question in Mu Qingchi's mind came up again. Could it be that his legs were also disguised?
Ji Zhanbai entered the bathtub with the help of Mu Qingchi.
Ji Zhanbai turned his head and saw Mu Qingchi looking at him at a loss. He grabbed her hand and carried her into the bathtub.
The sudden development made Mu Qingchi scream. After Mu Qingchi screamed, the door outside was knocked, and Ji Yin's clear voice came, "Sister-in-law, what happened?"
Mu Qingchi suddenly covered his mouth, not knowing what to do, while Ji Zhanbai's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard Ji Yin's voice.
Ji Yin stood outside the door, listening to the whimpering one after another inside, and his raised hand dropped weakly.
He can't do anything about other people's housework. Even if Jiang Jingyao looks like Mu Qingchi, she is not Mu Qingchi, and he has no reason to rescue him.
Ji Yin turned around and strode back to his room.
Qingchi, my Qingchi, where are you? Why haven't you called me yet?
When Mu Qingchi woke up in the morning, she was the only one lying on the bed in the room.
Was it Ji Zhanbai who carried her back to bed? Wasn't he unable to move his legs?
How did he do it?
There must be nothing wrong with his legs!
Why is he pretending to be blind, ugly and lame? What is he planning?
To be honest, Mu Qingchi sympathized with Ji Zhanbai very much when he first learned about his condition.
But now her sympathy for Ji Zhanbai is gone, he is too terrible.
He must know that he is not Jiang Jingyao and also knows about his relationship with Ji Yin.
What should she do now? Confess to him that she is not Jiang Jingyao? Will her confession be useful?
She couldn't confess. The mysterious masked man must also be staring at her. As long as there was any trouble, the masked man would definitely know.
In this way, the masked man will definitely not let his parents go!
Mu Qingchi suppressed his desire to confess.
We can’t say that we don’t dare to leave and we don’t dare to resist. Should we just suffer in silence like this?
She was helpless and wandering to the extreme. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the servant's voice came, "Mrs., can I come in?"
Mu Qingchi was so frightened that he shrank back into the quilt. Without hearing her answer, the servant opened the door and came in.
She was holding a bag in her hand and put it on the sofa. The servant glanced at Mu Qingchi on the bed with disdain and said reluctantly, "The young master asked me to bring this in."
After saying that, the servant turned and left. After hearing the sound of the door closing, Mu Qingchi sat up again.
The bag the maid threw on the sofa contained clothes. She got out of bed and opened the bag, and found everything inside.
Ji Zhanbai tore up her own clothes last night and asked the servants to prepare clothes for her. They were all luxury brands and the sizes perfectly fit her figure.
What does this mean to him?
Is giving yourself a sweet date by giving yourself a slap?
