If she hadn't reacted and stopped kicking her in time, she would probably be gone from the villa now.
"Bitch, you still want the young master at this time." The more Li Qingai thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. Her small hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, and she continued to sneer, "Don't think that the young master will love you just because you pretend to be sick. It's impossible, because you are not qualified enough. Otherwise, why would the young master let you live in the servants' room and make you a servant?"
Li Qingai has been hypnotizing herself. That's right, as long as that woman doesn't dare to appear in the villa again, that is, to drive her out of the villa.
Yes, that's right, that's it.
She looked out the window with a sinister look, determined to drive Fang Jiangjiang out of the villa.
night
The sky gradually darkened and the lights in the room were turned on. Fang Jiangjiang's fever had subsided. She slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw this familiar room and this familiar ceiling, she was stunned for a moment.
Finally, she realized that this was no longer her room. She quickly stood up from the bed, and when she saw Qi Ting sitting on the sofa, she was shocked.
"You..." She was about to ask why he was here, but then she thought, this was his home, why couldn't he be here? She simply shut her mouth and said nothing. She just stood up silently. When she was about to go out, Qi Ting was already standing in front of her without her knowing when.
"Where to?" His voice was still the same as before, neither cold nor indifferent.
Fang Jiangjiang looked at him, gently pulled her pale lips, and smiled. Then she said, "President Qi, you must have remembered that I am your servant. How could I appear in this room? Besides, this place is not suitable for me to stay."
Every word she said was like a thorn, piercing Qi Ting's heart.
"That's indeed true." Qi Ting also sneered, clenched his hands and then loosened them helplessly, his voice was cold, and even his eyes were so cold.
Fang Jiangjiang had actually never felt confident in front of Qi Ting. She took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at Qi Ting, and said softly, "Could you please make way? I'm a servant and I don't dare to dirty your room."
Every word she said was to belittle herself. She didn't care about Qi Ting's look at all. She chuckled and didn't care.
"Okay, very good, get out of here now." Qi Ting looked at Fang Jiangjiang coldly, feeling more and more annoyed. He simply turned around and said coldly without looking at her.
Fang Jiangjiang was not such a shameless person. Anyway, her body was no longer feeling as uncomfortable as it was in the morning. Although it was partly due to Qi Ting, he was the one who made herself like that. In this way, both the good and the bad were done by him, so it was fair.
She didn't need to thank him.
He walked out of the room and headed towards his servant's room without saying a word.
After Fang Jiangjiang left, Qi Ting walked to the sofa, poured a glass of red wine, and took a big sip. When he thought of the woman's indifferent attitude, he felt extremely annoyed and threw the high-heeled glass in his hand to the ground with a snap.
The shrill sound echoed throughout the room.
Fang Jiangjiang finally wanted to return to her room. Fortunately, she did not stay in the room any longer. She was worried that if she continued there, she might not be able to help but ask him if he had ever felt heartbroken for her.
Fortunately, she had returned to her room.
She leaned against the door, her tired body curled up slightly, as if only in this way would she feel less tired and not sad.
"What on earth are you still asking for? What are you praying for?" She placed her little hands on her clothes, pulling them coldly, and finally laughed, as if mocking herself.
Then she walked to the big bed and sat down. Maybe because she had rested enough, she stared blankly at the moon outside.
Some inexplicable images appeared in my mind.
It seems like I have experienced it, but it also seems unreal.
"No..." Fang Jiangjiang covered her head and choked.
An illusion appeared in front of his eyes again, as if someone was pressing towards him. It was so scary. She was still holding a bowl in her hand, with a sinister look in her eyes, as if she wanted to take something away from him.
She shook her head, unable to believe what the man was going to do.
She curled up, as if this was the safest way for her.
"Don't come over..." Fang Jiangjiang's voice was low and hoarse. She was very scared. Her face showed an expression that said "don't come over". She was really scared.
It was not until she covered herself tightly with the quilt that the phantom in front of her eyes truly disappeared. She did not dare to open her eyes, for fear that if she opened her eyes, the woman would appear.
After waiting for a long time and hearing no sound outside, she dared to stick her head out from under the quilt and finally opened her eyes. When she found that there was no one here, she realized that all this was actually her imagination.
But why did it make her feel so scared?
unless……
Unless she had experienced it herself, but how was that possible? After she was abandoned by the Fang family, she was taken abroad. In her impression, she had never appeared here at all.
She quickly rejected this idea in her mind. How could she appear in this place, let alone in the Qi family? It was the first time she met Qi Ting when she returned to China.
My impression of him is still cold.
Maybe her condition has worsened.
She shook her head, curled up in a corner of the big bed, and slowly fell asleep.
Qi Ting was drinking in the room in a restless mood. After drinking a few bottles, he stood up from the sofa a little drunk, still thinking about that woman Fang Jiangjiang.
He walked slowly towards the servant's room. This time, he was really drunk and really didn't know what he was doing.
When he reached Fang Jiangjiang's room, he pushed open her door.
Perhaps it was the light from the hall that refracted in and shone on Fang Jiangjiang's face. She opened her eyes slightly, and when she saw Qi Ting's figure, she subconsciously shrank into the corner.
Qi Ting stood at the door. He saw Fang Jiangjiang's expression and movements. He curled the corners of his lips coldly, moved his feet, and finally walked into the room.
"What do you want to do?" Fang Jiangjiang hurriedly got up from the bed, with a hint of panic in her eyes, and asked nervously.
Qi Ting curled the corners of his lips coldly and stood straight in front of her. His tall figure was illuminated by the light coming from the hall and fell on Fang Jiangjiang, while her small body was shrouded in shadow.
"What do you think I will do?" He did not answer Fang Jiangjiang's words, but asked her in a questioning tone.
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