Fang Jiangjiang walked into the room and leaned her small body against the door. She had been holding back her tears, but finally couldn't help it. Tears suddenly streamed down her eyes. "Fang Jiangjiang, how many tears do you have to shed for that man before you are truly satisfied?"
Will she truly give up on him?
outside the door
Qi Ting took out his cell phone from his pocket and said to Yan Xi on the other end of the line, "Come to the villa. I can't wait too long."
"I understand." Yan Xi nodded lightly. After hanging up the phone, Yan Xi shrugged helplessly. He thought Fang Jiangjiang was injured again, but he never thought that it was another woman.
Aunt Wu, who was standing in the kitchen, shook her head. She saw everything that had just happened clearly, but she didn't understand why the young master treated the young lady like this. It was obvious that both of them couldn't let go of each other, but they were always torturing each other.
She shook her head. Although Miss Fang was a nice person five years ago, she had disappeared for so long. Who knew what she had been doing outside?
Young Master, when will you truly understand your own heart?
Wu Ma was a bystander and seemed to see what was happening between the two people more clearly than anyone else.
After a while, Yan Xi came to the villa. When he walked in, he saw Fang Xiaoxiao. Although the two looked almost the same, their temperaments were very different. Although he had not had much contact with them, he knew that she would definitely not be Fang Jiangjiang.
After entering, Yan Xi walked up to Fang Xiaoxiao. Just as he was about to speak, Qi Ting, standing beside him, spoke first, "Don't leave scars. You should know this."
Yan Xi glanced at her hand and smiled faintly. This was also the boss's most obsessive-compulsive aspect. He never liked his woman to have any scars on her body. However, when the woman was injured on her shoulder before, he did not ask her to remove the scar, but instead asked her not to move.
Thinking of the boss at that time, he wanted to laugh. Maybe that scar was very special to the boss. "I know. You don't need to tell me this. I know what to do."
"Yeah." Qi Ting stood beside Fang Xiaoxiao. Although his eyes were on her, the corner of his eye was on the closed door.
The expression on the woman's face just now kept lingering in his mind. Was what she just said true?
Fang Jiangjiang, I don’t believe you are such a person. I was too excited just now. Are you angry with me?
Qi Ting was different from the moment he first came into contact with that woman. From his decisive attitude to his repeatedly changing attitude towards her, it can be seen that he has changed a lot.
"Ash..." Fang Xiaoxiao twitched and moved her hand. Because she was afraid of pain, she couldn't help but groan in pain when the disinfectant was placed on the back of her hand.
It was this voice that brought Qi Ting back to his senses and focused his attention on her.
Qi Ting walked up to Fang Xiaoxiao, looked at her red novel with heartache, and said lightly: "Does it hurt?"
She raised her eyes, tears barely visible in them, as if trying to hide her pain, and whispered, "No, I was just a little distracted just now, so it hurt a little when the disinfectant touched me."
After hearing what the woman said, Qi Ting hummed and said nothing more. However, his eyes fell on the room again without him noticing.
The image of that woman kept lingering in my mind. Fang Jiangjiang, what kind of person are you? Did I misjudge you, or did you deliberately do something to confuse me?
I don't have the energy to think about this matter anymore, but his attitude just now was indeed too extreme. I hope she doesn't mind it.
At this time, Yan Xi finally helped Fang Xiaoxiao clean the wound, stood up, and then said lightly: "It has been cleaned. As long as you don't touch cold water in the next few days, it will probably heal quickly."
"Okay, I understand. You are tired too. Go back and rest early." Qi Ting nodded lightly.
Just as the man was about to leave, he stopped in front of Qi Ting, stood beside him, and said lightly: "Do you really think you can't make a mistake?"
When this sentence reached Qi Ting's ears, Qi Ting questioned his judgment for a moment, but all the evidence was enough to prove that this woman was her.
Can evidence be fabricated?
This thought was quickly erased from the man's mind. His gaze was exceptionally cold, and he said calmly, "You go back first."
Qi Ting did not directly answer Yan Xi's question, as if he was deliberately avoiding it, and only told him to go back first.
After Yan Xi left, Fang Xiaoxiao stood up from the sofa, walked to Qi Ting, and said gently: "A Ting, I'm really sorry about tonight. I didn't expect something like this to happen. If I hadn't shown up, Jiang Jiang wouldn't have..."
Her tone was full of self-blame, as if everything was her fault and she shouldn't be here.
Qi Ting frowned when he heard this, and he held the woman in his arms and said helplessly: "Silly girl, this is not your fault, you know, don't think too much."
"But you just heard what Jiang Jiang said. She actually hates me so much? I didn't expect that my appearance would cause her so much trouble. If I hadn't appeared, it would be fine..."
Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip, recalling what Fang Jiangjiang had just said. She looked remorseful, grabbed Qi Ting's clothes at his side, and spoke in a low voice.
"..." Qi Ting didn't know how to comfort her. He just felt that the woman in his arms had a different personality from the one five years ago, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.
He nodded and asked Fang Xiaoxiao to go back to her room to rest.
Fang Xiaoxiao nodded in a very reasonable manner, but still reminded: "A Ting, you are also tired today and need to rest well."
"Okay." Qi Ting responded to her indifferently. When this man was the only one left in the villa hall, he seemed to be unable to control his irritability.
Finally, he walked towards the room where Fang Jiangjiang was.
When I wanted to open her door, I didn't expect that she dared to lock it.
Qi Ting sneered. Did she forget that this place belonged to him, Qi Ting's villa? No matter which room he wanted to enter, there was no room he couldn't enter.
He asked Wu Ma to get the spare key, and then pushed open the door without saying a word.
When I walked in, I found that Fang Jiangjiang was not hiding in the quilt and crying secretly like a child, but was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
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