Chapter 449 I want to know what you talked about
Late at night, the noise fades away.
Jiang Zhiyue and Qin Si were left facing each other in the ward. She looked a little solemn, holding a book in her hand, but she turned her head from time to time and looked towards Sheng Huaian's ward.
The light just hit her face, making her originally gentle expression even more charming.
A pair of eyes opposite her were staring at her deeply. Jiang Zhiyue didn't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Si had been leaning against the sofa without moving since dark.
He still had an expressionless face, his coat buttons were buttoned below his neck, his body was straight and upright, and a butterfly knife was hanging around his waist.
He was really tall and full of blood.
Jiang Zhiyue couldn't stand his gaze, so she covered her face with the book in her hand to shield him.
Qin Si stood up and walked over, getting closer to Jiang Zhiyue with every step. His footsteps were very slow, but each step seemed to step on the girl's heartstrings.
He sat beside her, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms, pinched her face and turned her to face him, "I'm scary?"
"Aren't you busy as the new head of the family? It's not appropriate to waste time in the hospital." Jiang Zhiyue put down the book in her hand. Qin Si was a humanoid killing machine. He retracted all his attacking power and seemed like a different person.
In front of her, he changed from a ferocious beast to a hunting dog + guard dog that stayed quietly in place. He seemed to want to touch her further, but because of what happened before, the man's cold fingertips stayed on her cheek.
He stroked her cheek, gently and slowly, his eyes becoming darker and darker as he stayed there longer.
"Your wound has not been treated yet." Jiang Zhiyue tapped his shoulder with her fingertips. Qin Si's expression became obviously more abnormal. He turned his head and pointed at the medical box on the table.
Ten minutes ago, the nurse volunteered to treat Qin Si's wound. Qin Si's brows frowned deeper and deeper, and he sneered. Then no one dared to approach him again.
He instructed that the medical box be placed very close to Jiang Zhiyue. His intention was self-evident. With him staring at her hungrily, Jiang Zhiyue was worried that if she didn't take action, Qin Si might stay in the same position all night.
"Can't you speak and express your thoughts?"
Jiang Zhiyue opened the medical box, which was filled with neatly arranged cotton swabs and a faint smell of disinfectant. It seemed that every time she was alone with Qin Si, she had to treat his wounds inevitably. He seemed to be always injured.
After a long silence, Young Master Qin finally broke the tranquility of the night and said the first sentence of the whole night: "Are you not angry anymore?"
He was referring to the matter about Sheng Huaian and the decision the three of them had discussed privately tonight. Jiang Zhiyue didn't notice it at first, until Gu Zhaoye left reluctantly and asked her what she wanted to eat in the evening. He asked his private chef to prepare it and send it to her.
Only then did she realize that the three of them had divided up her time every night, under the pretext of protecting her.
"I'm angry with myself. You sent me an invitation, that was your action, but I was the one who made the decision." She would not vent her anger on Qin Si. It was her heart that had acted rashly at some point, and it had nothing to do with Qin Si.
She is not a person who likes to find reasons to blame others, put all the responsibility on others, distance herself from others, and seek psychological comfort.
"I was careless. Some things are unresolved. I am not qualified to be willful."
"What story did you hear?" Qin Si's voice sounded coldly, and he unbuttoned two buttons of his black stand-up collar jacket, revealing his bronze skin.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't have much impulse towards male beauty, but when she saw Qin Si taking off his clothes, she was always choked by the strong and hot smell of male hormones when he took off his clothes.
She felt a little suffocated.
The man showed his muscular arms. He was about 1.9 meters tall, and even when he sat down, he was still much taller than her who was 1.68 meters tall. However, Jiang Zhiyue wore small leather shoes, and the heels were a centimeter or two longer, so at least the height difference would not be too stark.
This wound was more serious than the previous one, which showed that Qin's father showed no mercy. Jiang Zhiyue took off the gauze soaked with blood on Qin Si's shoulder. She couldn't help but shook her head in her heart. She couldn't agree with Qin's father's educational philosophy.
She stared at Qin Si's wound and did not answer his question for a while. Qin Si's jaw line suddenly tensed and he turned his head.
His gaze lingered on her fair cheek for a moment when she lowered her head. Jiang Zhiyue had tied her hair into a low ponytail with a few strands hanging beside her face. The few strands of hair that hung down couldn't help but brush across the most sensitive skin on the back of Qin Si's neck.
He just felt something soft rubbing against him.
He hoped that she would hold a cotton swab and gently wipe his wound. Her hand moved down along his strong and smooth spine. Qin Si smelled the fragrance on the girl's body. She came closer, and even her warm breath sprayed on his strong arms.
Veins were visible on the man's strong arms. Jiang Zhiyue reminded him to relax a little. If his muscles were too tense, the wound would open faster.
Qin Si thought badly that he should stay away from her. Any offensive thing he did at this time would only make things worse.
He is a man full of vigor and vitality, and every cell in his blood vessels is clamoring for some kind of mercy.
"I want to talk to you." Qin Si's voice was cold and hard.
Jiang Zhiyue, "Are you also curious about the president's story?"
Qin Si, "I want to know what you talked about."
Jiang Zhiyue, "......."
The second half of the story is not as full of twists and turns as the adventure story. Xiao Jingrun's story is about the struggle between several forces, which resulted in the sacrifice of civilians.
The father who was unwilling to pay the ransom was abandoned in the slums and encountered the hatred of Xiao Jingrun. The angry lower-class people wanted to vent their dissatisfaction with the upper class on him, believing that everything they had experienced was caused by Xiao Jingrun and the class he represented.
The material conditions that Xiao Jingrun enjoyed were built on their suffering.
It seems that killing Xiao Jingrun can erase the injustice in this world.
The desperate lower-class people are in urgent need of an outlet to vent their anger, otherwise they will fall into the abyss of madness before their bodies rot and they die.
If they can't get the ransom from the Xiao family, they will have no chance of survival.
Some people saw that Xiao Jingrun was hungry and handed him rice porridge that they themselves were reluctant to eat. Some people were still shouting wildly, saying that there should be no mercy on the descendants of the powerful and wealthy, and that they would kill him if they couldn't get the money, and they regarded this as a demonstration against the upper class.
Xiao Jingrun was eloquent and tried hard to comfort the kidnapper who was out of control.
He went to find Mr. Xiao, but the person behind the scenes wanted him to disappear. On the first day he was kidnapped, Mr. Xiao's phone was deliberately cut off.
How could someone as smart as Xiao Jingrun not realize that this was a trap?
His mother, who only cared about being a vase, couldn't be counted on...
He can only save himself.
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