Although Zhou Qian tried hard not to calm himself, his eyes still flashed with guilt, "I, I have a headache recently, and the doctor prescribed me some painkillers."

Lu Jing looked at her for two seconds, and his gaze fell on the transparent bag in his hand. Inside were a few small white pills, and there was nothing special about them.

He took out a pill and handed it to her, "Taking medicine after a meal won't hurt your stomach. Here, take one."

Zhou Qian's face paled. Did Lu Jing know something? She stared at him closely, trying to find something in his eyes.

"What are you standing there for? Didn't you say it was medicine for a headache?" Lu Jing handed the medicine to her mouth.

Zhou Qian lowered her eyes, not daring to look him in the eye. "I, I've already eaten today."

"Oh... then I'll take one. I've been having a headache lately." After saying that, Lu Jing put the pill into his mouth.

"No!" Zhou Qian immediately snatched the pill from his hand, then realized that she had reacted too strongly. She fumbled and said, "This medicine is very expensive. If you want to take it, go buy it yourself."

She no longer dared to look at Lu Jing, knowing that she was not good at lying and was afraid that he would see through her.

After a long while, a low laugh came from the man above his head. "Be careful, don't be fooled. After all, there's not even the name of the medicine or the production date."

After saying that, Lu Jing walked into the house. Zhou Qian stood there in a daze. Because he was too nervous, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

She didn't know if it was because she felt guilty, but she always felt that Lu Jing seemed to have become suspicious.

If Lu Jing found out that she, Lu Qianqian and Lin Chenyi were conspiring to kill him, she would be killed without a burial place.

Therefore, for her own safety, she must draw a clear line between herself and this group of crazy people as soon as possible.

…

The next morning, Zhou Qian got up early for the first time and went downstairs to buy two bowls of spicy soup, fried buns, and fried dough sticks.

While Lu Jing was washing up, he took out a pill from the transparent bag, threw it into the bowl, and stirred it.

In less than half a minute, she found a layer of cold sweat on her palms.

Lu Jing came out of the bathroom naked, with wet water stains on his face. He saw Zhou Qian standing at the table in a daze, "Did you take too much headache medicine? You look so bad."

Zhou Qian came back to his senses, glanced at him and then retracted his gaze, "You took up most of my bed, it's strange that I could sleep well."

Lu Jing sneered, "I don't know which pig was trying so hard to get into my arms at night."

"I'm at a loss for giving you this rotten cabbage." Zhou Qian sat down to eat.

"It's just that I didn't make you happy. No one will laugh at you if you say it directly." Lu Jing picked up the T-shirt on the sofa and put it on.

Zhou Qian was absent-minded and had no intention of engaging in a verbal battle with him. He just drank the spicy soup in silence.

Lu Jing also sat down and looked at the breakfast on the table. He said rudely, "What conscience of yours has awakened that you actually bought breakfast?"

"You'll die if you don't talk dirty this early in the morning, right?"

"I'm afraid that you're being too nice to me and might poison me." He said he was afraid of being poisoned, but he had already grabbed a fried bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You're afraid it's poisoned, but you still eat it." Zhou Qian muttered absentmindedly.

Lu Jing glanced at her, picked up the spicy soup and took a big sip. When Zhou Qian heard the sound, her hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart.

She took a few bites and put down her chopsticks, "I'm done."

When she changed her clothes and came out of the room, Lu Jing ate up all her breakfast like a glutton, even the spicy soup she had not finished.

Zhou Qian found it funny and her heart warmed. What was funny was that he was a rich young man, but he lived like a poor beggar. What was heartwarming was that the last person who was willing to close her stall was Zhou Zhicheng.

…

Perhaps because he had done something wrong, Zhou Qian was uneasy the whole morning.

I don’t know if Lu Jing will have any reaction after taking the medicine, and I don’t know what kind of medicine it is.

During lunch, Zhou Qian still sent a message to Lu Jing to test the situation.

【What are you doing?】

Lu Jing: [Sleep.]

[Why are you sleeping at this hour? Aren't you feeling unwell?]

【What, are you feeling unwell? 】

[I don't know if it's because the spicy soup I had this morning wasn't clean, but I feel a bit uncomfortable in my stomach.]

There was no response from Lu Jing.

After waiting for five minutes, Zhou Qian sent another message, "Are you feeling unwell? If so, I'll go find them tomorrow morning."

【No.】

This time Lu Jing replied very quickly, and Zhou Qian felt relieved and did not reply to him again. Of course, Lu Jing did not contact her again.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Qian received a takeaway.

Zhou Qian was surprised, "I didn't order takeout."

"Are you Miss Zhou? Your phone number ends in 0089."

"It's me."

"That's right." The delivery man handed her a paper bag.

Zhou Qian took it and found that it was still medicine.

With doubts, Zhou Qian opened the paper bag and was stunned when he saw a pile of medicines for gastrointestinal discomfort.

She made an excuse of having a stomachache to test whether Lu Jing was feeling unwell, but he ordered so many medicines for her.

The guilt that had been suppressed in my heart now surged even more violently, mixed with a warm feeling.

I never thought that this usually careless and heartless person would actually have such a caring and considerate side.

Zhou Qian felt mixed emotions as he looked at the pile of medicine.

When Zhou Qian got off work, she received a call from Hang Peng, who said that he was passing by her place and invited her to have dinner together.

Zhou Qian thought about it and did not refuse. At the same time, she also sent a message to Lu Jing, saying that she would not be back for dinner that night.

Looking at the message sent, Zhou Qian felt strange again. Shouldn't reporting itinerary be something only done between boyfriends and girlfriends?

She quickly retreated.

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