Jiang Yu used his few senses to ponder, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "It's Rong Yan! Rong Yan asked you to come, right? I'll give you double the amount of money he gives you!"
Damn it!
This vicious method can be used by no one but Rong Yan!
The electrician just smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Yu suddenly became anxious.
"Did Rong Yan ask you to kill me? You have to think clearly that there is no time limit for intentional killing. How many benefits did Rong Yan give you to sacrifice your life for him like this..."
As Jiang Yu spoke, he reached for his cell phone to dial the police.
But found that there was no signal at all.
He just felt that everything in front of him was getting more and more nihilistic, and his last memory stayed on the honest smiling face of the electrician.
A few minutes later, the electrician slowly carried the box and locked the door to the room.
Then he stuffed his gloves and boot gloves into the box and left the building slowly. Just a minute after he walked out of the building, the electricity came on.
But the circuit breaker in the room where Jiang Yu was located tripped again.
Only this time, no one knows.
It's dawn.
The golden sunlight shines on everything, but it is blocked by the thick curtains in the room, only making the inside slightly brighter.
On the two-meter-long bed, two figures were lying quietly.
Rong Yan bent over and hugged Qiao Jinhuan tightly. The intertwined breathing and the sweet smell nearby made him reluctant to open his eyes.
However, the unfamiliar phone ringing sounded suddenly.
This made Rong Yan feel quite angry.
He hung up the phone and sent a message to Qifeng who called - what happened?
Qi Feng: Mr. Rong, at 11 o’clock this morning, does the signing with Yunfeng Group need to be delayed?
Rong Yan: Just sign it, I have something to do.
Qi Feng: What about the negotiation meeting with Fengmao Group at 2:30 in the afternoon?
Rong Yan: Push it to tomorrow.
Qifeng:Okay.
He knew that Mr. Rong would not be able to come today.
Qi Feng, who was in the company, sighed softly, raised his hand and waved, and said to the managers surrounding him, "Mr. Rong is not coming today. However, he may not be in a good mood."
So don't bother him if you can.
Otherwise, you may face criticism, scolding, and dismissal from the big package.
Apparently, the managers also understood his subtext. They nodded after hearing the words and made up their minds not to contact Rong Yan today until death.
But Rong Yan on the other end was completely awake at this moment.
He held Qiao Jinhuan's soft and delicate body, but he felt at a loss. It was more like his brain was torn in two, half happy and half panicked.
Everything yesterday made him feel like he was on a roller coaster, full of sorrow and joy.
He didn't know why Qiao Jinhuan last night...
Maybe it's because of hormones.
Perhaps, she will regret it when she wakes up, and then resent him for taking advantage of others...
While he was stunned, Qiao Jinhuan turned over in his arms and moved her lips slightly.
He listened carefully and heard her scolding him.
"Rong Yan, the big bad guy..."
Rong Yan smiled dumbly.
never mind.
No matter how much he thinks about it, there is no point. He is just a criminal standing on the trial stage waiting for the verdict. How can he change the judge's final decision?
He carefully opened the quilt.
When I was excited last night, I took off one of the handcuffs, but under the other handcuff, Qiao Jinhuan's wrist was still slightly red.
It's obviously been polished.
Rong Yan couldn't help but frown and took off the handcuffs, so that it would be easier for her to vent her anger later.
When he left, he was as gentle as a thief, for fear of disturbing Qiao Jinhuan's rest.
About half an hour passed, and seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, he still went into the kitchen and took breakfast to the bedroom, intending to let Qiao Jinhuan eat before going back to sleep.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Qiao Jinhuan sitting on the bed with a stinky face.
Does she...regret it?
Rong Yan pursed his lips slightly. Although he had expected this, his heart still hurt a little.
Qiao Jinhuan narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the pillow next to him and smashed it over.
Rong Yan just turned sideways and let the pillow hit his shoulders and back, but the things in his hands were not spilled at all.
Just as he dodged the pillow, he saw the glass ashtray on the bedside table smashed towards him.
Rong Yan didn't say anything, he just let the heavy ashtray hit his head. The sudden pain made him groan.
"You're not that capable of hiding?"
When Qiao Jinhuan saw that he really hurt someone, he stopped and just complained.
It sounds a bit like being guilty and trying to be brave.
As she spoke, she looked at Rong Yan's head. There was a circle of bruises on it, and there was a gash where it was hit by the corner of the ashtray. In just two steps, bright red blood came out.
Rong Yan was a little unsure of her thoughts, so he lowered his head in a depressed manner, pretending to be beaten and scolded at will.
Like a miserable doormat.
Qiao Jinhuan was a little reluctant to take action.
After thinking for a while, she stretched out her foot from the bed, kicked him lightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where have you been?"
After more than ten years of getting along, Rong Yan could clearly judge that Qiao Jinhuan at this time was not as angry as he imagined.
Maybe, it's a good opportunity!
His eyes flashed slightly, he lowered his eyes and said softly: "It's just downstairs, making breakfast for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood on his forehead flowed down his face.
Qiao Jinhuan:......
Is this a fucking horror movie?
In desperation, Qiao Jinhuan had no choice but to hand him the tissue box next to him, "What do you want me to do? You can do it yourself."
Rong Yan was stunned.
Is she soft-hearted?
"I'm telling you, you can't blame me if you bleed to death."
Seeing that he didn't move, Qiao Jinhuan complained again and wiped his forehead with a tissue that seemed rough but gentle.
But the blood just couldn't stop.
Qiao Jinhuan seemed to be a little panicked now, and gave him a gentle push, "Where's the medical kit? You go down and find a doctor to help you get it, or why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?"
He didn't know whether it was because things turned out completely different from what he expected, or because he was hit on the head.
Rong Yan felt a little dizzy.
"No, it's okay."
he said softly.
Anyway, Qiao Jinhuan's not-so-caring concern now makes him a little addicted and enjoys it, and he is willing to pay a little blood for it.
"No, go to the hospital quickly."
Qiao Jinhuan said quickly.
Rong Yan called his personal doctor over.
The professional standard of the private doctor is still good. He arrived in about ten minutes and performed a series of steps such as inspection, disinfection and bandaging in a smooth and smooth manner.
After bandaging, he asked curiously, "Mr. Rong, how did you get this injury? If it was a knife or something, you might need a tetanus shot."
"ashtray."
"Then you don't have to."
etc.
ashtray?
Why was an ashtray hit by an ashtray at home for no reason?
The private doctor's subtle gaze fell silently on Qiao Jinhuan, who was eating breakfast beside him.
Mr. Rong...could he have been subjected to domestic violence?