Chapter 83: You delivered yourself to my door for me to use.
Wen Shuyi helped Shen Jingni and Song Yu to sit down on the bright bench.
Song Yu had many abrasions on her arms and legs, and the blood that seeped out was mixed with dirt, causing a burning pain.
She gasped and burst into tears.
Shen Jingni also had abrasions on her right knee, the skin was broken, and her originally snow-white skin showed a bit of blood and tender flesh, but fortunately the wound was not big and there was no bleeding.
But it really hurts.
She was afraid that Wen Shuyi would be anxious, as taking care of Song Yu was already busy enough.
So she just endured it, without crying or whimpering.
Fenghua Palace is very close to this street.
A few minutes later, Song Yanting arrived.
As Song Yu's older cousin, Song Yanting asked about the situation briefly before taking her to the hospital.
Then, he looked at Shen Jingni with concern and said in a gentle tone, "Miss Shen, why don't you come along too?"
Shen Jingni is most afraid of hospitals.
I've been there countless times since I was a child.
She shook her head and said casually, "I'm fine, it's just a little scratch, I'll disinfect it when I get back."
"You should take Song Yu to the hospital quickly, she's cried all her tears."
Wen Shuyi frowned, wanting to persuade her, but Song Yanting stopped her.
The black Maybach was already parked on the side of the road, quietly disappearing into the night.
But the people in the car didn't get off.
Song Yanting roughly understood what was going on.
People need to be discerning and not just do things that are thankless and exhausting.
Wen Shuyi realized what he meant after his prompting and didn't say anything more, only telling Shen Jingni to be careful on her way home.
After they left, Shen Jingni lowered her head to check her wound.
A cool evening breeze swept across the treetops overhead, rustling the withered yellow leaves.
A steady footstep approached from afar.
Zhao Zonglan's tall figure gradually became clear in the night.
He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with broad shoulders and long legs, a stern face, and his gaze fixed directly on Shen Jingni.
Chang An followed behind him, a short distance away, with Zhao Zonglan's coat draped over his arm.
Shen Jingni paused for a moment, then quickly turned her face away, no longer looking at him.
Zhao Zonglan walked up to her, knelt down, and said in a cold and forceful tone, "Take your hand away, let me see."
He wanted to see her injuries.
Determine for yourself whether you need to go to the hospital.
But this stubborn little brat kept it to himself, as if he wanted to go against him.
Zhao Zonglan didn't indulge her; he restrained her hand and forcefully moved it away.
His eyes were lowered, and his brow was furrowed.
Holding her hand, I felt its warmth and strength.
Shen Jingni couldn't hold back any longer at this point.
Tears streamed down my face.
She felt very strange.
She had been holding back her tears, appearing so strong in front of Sister Wen and the others, but the moment she saw Zhao Zonglan, she felt like crying.
The pent-up grievances and pain suddenly burst forth under his gaze.
My emotions were completely out of my control.
"It hurts a little~"
She was even stubborn and didn't even call out his name.
But she still doesn't forget to complain and act cute.
Zhao Zonglan looked up at her, his eyes calm. Without saying anything, he picked her up and carried her into the car.
In the lounge of Fenghua Palace.
Xie Chengsui had someone bring over a medicine box.
Fenghua Palace is staffed with professional medical personnel, but Zhao Zonglan did not allow them to enter.
Shen Jingni sat on the sofa and cried for a while, until she had vented her emotions and finally stopped crying.
Zhao Zonglan brought over iodine and cotton swabs, his face stern and his expression indifferent. "Bear with it."
"No, I don't want you..."
"Ah... Zhao Zonglan, you deliberately sought revenge!"
The cotton swab was soaked in iodine solution for disinfection. Although it was not as irritating as alcohol, it still stung the wound a little.
Shen Jingni was being unusually spoiled at this moment.
The tears that had just stopped started falling again.
She cried and cursed him, "You bastard, you did this on purpose!"
She raised her left foot and kicked him again: "Be gentle, it hurts."
He definitely did it on purpose.
How dare they treat a fairy so cruelly?
Zhao Zonglan was focused on treating her wounds and didn't have time to stop her when she kicked him in the waist and abdomen.
It wasn't very powerful.
It was less of a kick and more of a flirtation.
His eyes darkened, and he warned her in a deep voice, "Don't move."
Shen Jingni huffed angrily, then turned her face away and continued to sulk with him.
He even yelled at her!
That annoying person.
This was the first time Zhao Zonglan had treated someone's wound.
In the past, during his years in the United States, he was always treated by a private doctor after getting injured, and he rarely had to do it himself.
Knowing she was delicate, he tried to be as gentle as possible.
But this little guy is too difficult to take care of.
Nothing she wanted was to be satisfied.
Fortunately, the wound was small, and after disinfecting it two or three times, Zhao Zonglan breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up, looking at her with a deep gaze. "I'll have someone send over some anti-inflammatory and scar-reducing ointment. Wait here and don't wander off."
Shen Jingni pouted and remained silent.
Zhao Zonglan pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, "Speak."
She was sulking, her attitude firm and clear: "I don't want to talk to you."
"I don't want your things either."
Zhao Zonglan was so angry with her that he had a headache.
He leaned down again, meeting her bloodshot eyes, his voice low and magnetic: "Use and then throw away, Shen Miaomiao? Who taught you that?"
“Heh,” Shen Jingni sneered boldly, not showing any weakness, “You delivered yourself to my door, I didn’t ask you for anything.”
Zhao Zonglan's face darkened.
These heartless and unreasonable words made him very uncomfortable.
But it is the truth.
It's just that the person who said it didn't know how to appreciate it.
Zhao Zonglan didn't say anything more, turned around and left the lounge.
Zhong Wei was waiting for him in the next private room.
"Sir, that motorcycle was deliberately left without a license plate, so it will take our people some time to find it."
Zhao Zonglan lit a cigarette, feeling somewhat irritated.
His tall frame sank into the sofa, his posture languid, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. "Find the person before midnight. My patience is limited."
Zhong Wei: "Yes."
Chang An had just received a phone call and came in somewhat anxiously.
"Sir, Cheng Yongming's men are investigating Miss Shen and her relationship with you. Should we intervene?"
Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes, grayish-white smoke swirling around his fingertips, his expression indifferent and calm.
After a moment, he calmly instructed, "Give him all the information."
Zhao Zonglan knew exactly what Cheng Yongming was planning.
The man surnamed Cheng didn't dare to touch his people.
They simply want to exchange one advantage for another, to find a breakthrough.
Zhao Zonglan calmly and composedly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
That's fine.
Didn't that stubborn little brat say she wouldn't beg him? Then let her beg him.
He got up and went to the lounge, only to find the door open.
Shen Jingni was nowhere to be seen inside.
They ran away as expected.
Zhao Zonglan was so angry he laughed.
But for the time being, there was nothing that could be done.
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