Ning Qiluo suddenly remembered the news report on TV about Jiang Yingchi, the CEO of Jiang Group, being in a car accident.
The report only said it was suspected, not 100% certain that it was him.
Seeing Jiang Yingchi's current state, Ning Qiluo felt that he must be the one.
"Hmm," he responded casually. "A minor car accident."
Ning Qiluo looked around and, seeing no one, said, "Shall I go and call a nurse for you?"
“No need,” he refused, frowning.
Ning Qiluo thought he was good-looking, but not easy to get along with.
But what Jiang Yingchi said next made her pause.
Jiang Yingchi said, "There's no need to trouble others, you can help me up."
After a moment of surprise, Ning Qiluo immediately waved her hand and said, "I'm not a nurse." Then she pointed to her head, "Look, I still have bandages wrapped around my head. I'm a patient too."
Jiang Yingchi looked at her with his dark eyes: "My illness is more serious than yours."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
The way he stared at her looked a bit fierce, and she didn't dare to help him up.
Ning Qiluo awkwardly replied, "I'm too weak to take care of myself, I can't lift you up."
He reached out his hand to her: "Come here."
Ning Qiluo took a small step.
Jiang Yingchi: "Come a little closer."
Ning Qiluo had no choice but to take another small step.
Before Ning Qilu could react, Jiang Yingchi reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck from the front, then rested his face on her shoulder and whispered, "Let me lean on you for a while before you help me inside."
Ning Qiluo: "..."!
He was so tall, and she only reached his shoulder.
He bent down and leaned on her shoulder; how could he possibly be comfortable?
"Aren't you uncomfortable leaning against me like this?" Ning Qiluo asked him.
"No," he said.
Ke Ning Qiluo felt uncomfortable and shrugged her shoulders slightly uncomfortably: "How about I help you inside? You'll be more comfortable if you lie down and rest."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard him ask in a low voice, "You really... have amnesia?"
Ning Qiluo was stunned for no reason.
Then I thought about it carefully.
She didn't seem to mention her amnesia to him just now, did she?
Did you say so?
Didn't they say that?
Did they say it or not?
Ning Qiluo was confused and didn't know if she had said anything.
At this moment, Jiang Yingchi slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Face to face, when he looked up, their eyes were very close.
Ning Qiluo saw an extremely complex and difficult-to-understand look in his eyes.
It was the first time I'd ever been so close to a boy face-to-face; I was almost drawn into his misty eyes.
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
"you……"
"Help me inside," he said.
Then he slowly straightened up, but instead of leaving her hand, he gripped her wrist.
Ning Qiluo stared at her wrist.
You might say he's seriously ill, but he was quite strong when he held her.
...
Jiang Yingchi's VIP ward is similar to hers.
Clean, tidy, and bright, with a sofa, coffee table, and double bed—everything you could need—and not even the smell of disinfectant.
Ning Qiluo carefully helped Jiang Yingchi to the bedside: "Slow down, sit down slowly, even slower, even slower..."
How slow?
He looked up at her, the mist in his eyes clearing, revealing a deep, dark depth.
Ning Qiluo grunted and then said, "Slow down, slow down a bit, I'm afraid you'll hurt your wound."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, go slowly."
As he said this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it disappeared just as quickly, making Ning Qiluo almost think it was her imagination.
He's laughing?
What's he laughing at?
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