Ji Yuting chuckled without changing his expression, "I'm in good health, what can happen?"
Shengge didn't believe it at all. She had been with him for so long and knew his every little move too well.
It's weird once or twice, but it's so abnormal for three days in a row.
She reached out to Ji Yuting and said, "Give me the bowl. I want to eat by myself."
Seeing her insistence, Ji Yuting handed the bowl to her and said in a gentle voice: "Hold it carefully, don't get burned."
Shengge nodded.
The moment she took the bowl, she put it on the bedside table, grabbed Ji Yuting's hand with both hands, lifted up his sleeves, and checked his wrist, which had just reacted obviously.
"Shengsheng!"
By the time Ji Yuting retracted his hand, it was already a step too late. Shengge had already seen the broken skin, red and swollen scars on his wrist.
Shengge stared at him in shock, anger brewing in her chest, "How did you get hurt like this? Even if you make a mistake, I have never been willing to beat you so hard. Who did this?"
Ji Yuting lowered his eyes, his eyes averted slightly, not daring to look directly into her eyes, and tightened his cuffs with a guilty conscience.
"No one, I was accidentally burned by the edge of the pot when I was making porridge. I didn't take a shower with cold water in time afterwards. I didn't expect that the skin was broken, but I have already been treated with medicine, so don't worry."
How could you not be worried.
Shengge's eyes turned red as she carefully recalled the scene she just saw.
How could the burn on the edge of the pot be so large, and the scar was flat, as if it had been hit by something?
"I don't believe it. Stretch out your hand and I'll take a closer look."
He didn't move and refused, "It's okay, no need to make a fuss."
"Hurry up, reach out!" Her tone was a little more serious, an unquestionable command.
"Why did you hide your injury?"
Ji Yuting lowered his head and remained motionless, neither explaining nor reaching out.
He was depressed inside, but Shengge was as shrewd as ever, and even the smallest move could not be hidden from her eyes.
"Brother Yu, you know me. I won't give up until I achieve my goal. You don't have to show it to me now, but you have to be absolutely sure that you can hide it, otherwise I will know sooner or later."
She spoke softly and grabbed the back of his hand, "I feel sorry for you, let me see."
Ji Yuting retracted his hand to prevent her from touching it.
Seeing his resistance, Shengge took advantage of his lowered head and lack of concentration to rush over decisively and forcefully lift up his sleeves, revealing a small part of his strong but scarred forearm.
Shengge was shocked when she saw more than one injury on his arm.
Moreover, every swollen mark has smooth and neat edges, so it is absolutely impossible to be a burn.
"Why is it hurt so badly...Who hit this? Tell me!"
Unable to hide it anymore, Ji Yuting sighed helplessly: "Shengsheng, please calm down."
"You are suddenly and inexplicably injured like this. How do you ask me to calm down? Tell me who it is!"
Ji Yuting said nothing.
Shengge was on the verge of losing control of her emotions.
Her husband, who loved her sweetly and lovingly every day, was also the leader of the Ji family in S City and the boss of the National Bureau of Investigation, but he suffered such serious flesh injuries behind his back. How could she not
angry?
There was a thin layer of mist in her eyes, and she suddenly remembered another key point.
Just the right forearm is injured like this, but what about other parts of the body? What kind of injuries will it cause?
She sat up and used her hands to pull on Ji Yuting's suit, "Let me see if you are injured anywhere else."
"Shengsheng..."
Ji Yuting had not slept well for three days in a row. In the past few days, he had been up early and late at night, and had been beaten and hurt. Last night, in order to survive the special anti-swelling medicine, he exhausted all his energy.
Now my face is paler and I feel very tired all over.
On the contrary, Shengge received an infusion last night, and after a whole night's rest, coupled with her excitement and anger, her strength was much heavier than that of Ji Yuting.
She untied Ji Yuting's tie and tore off the buttons of his shirt.
The chest and abdominal muscles that should have been porcelain white and delicate were all covered with criss-crossing injuries.
Shengge felt distressed when she saw it, her chest seemed to be squeezed tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
Looking at Ji Yuting's horrific scars, she suddenly had a headache.
As he closed his eyes, the image of Ji Yuting standing in front of him, tossing and forbearing under his belt, flashed through his mind.
Why do these fragmented fragments appear in her mind?