Jiang Xingzhi made Tian Yuxiang feel guilty all night, and she got up early the next morning to cook for Jiang Xingzhi.
After Jiang Xingzhi woke up, he didn't put on his shirt immediately. His pants were still baggy.
It was this look that made Tian Yuxiang feel inexplicably sexy.
He stood in front of the dressing mirror, trying to look at his wound in the mirror, but he couldn't see anything.
He frowned slightly and said to Tian Yuxiang, "Why don't you take a picture of my wound?"
"It's disgusting, there's a hole." Tian Yuxiang said.
Jiang Xingzhi stared at Tian Yuxiang unhappily again, "What do you mean by having holes is disgusting? You don't have any holes on your body? Did I say disgusting?"
Tian Yuxiang was clearing the table when she muttered, "You can't spit out ivory from dog blood! Come and eat."
Jiang Xingzhi still ate shirtless and ate very little in the morning.
Tian Yuxiang even felt that his face was not as rosy as before, and she resented herself again in her heart.
This time, the two of them went to class together, and Jiang Xingzhi changed into a black shirt.
When Tian Yuxiang returned home a few days ago, he brought all his daily clothes.
During the meeting, he suddenly felt a little pain and itchiness in his wound. He raised his arm. Tian Yuxiang saw it and stood up to take a look. His black shirt was soaked.
She whispered in his ear, "It's time to change the dressing."
"Come with me. Let's adjourn the meeting!" After saying that, Jiang Xingzhi stood up and went to his office.
After Jiang Xingzhi left, everyone was whispering that the president's shoulder seemed to be injured, and they didn't know how it happened.
"The president didn't ask you to change the medicine for him?" The two people sitting together whispered and teased each other.
"I can't do that. I've never served in bed, so I don't know where the wound is." Then, he smiled mysteriously.
Tian Yuxiang followed Jiang Xingzhi all the time.
After entering his office, he took off his shirt and looked at the back, and sure enough, it was wet.
He stood in front of the desk, his hands resting on it. Tian Yuxiang took out the spare medicine box from his cabinet and changed his medicine.
"It's actually not that scary. There's no hole. It's just a cut." Tian Yuxiang said as she stood on tiptoe and blew on his wound.
"In the future, I will make sure you have a cut on your body too!" Jiang Xingzhi said viciously.
"Vengeance is the key!" Tian Yuxiang replied.
She wondered how he would inflict a wound on her body in the future.
He couldn't have hurt her on purpose. No matter how much she thought about it, it was impossible. She just assumed he was just talking.
After the meeting, Jiang Xingzhi took a black shirt from his office and put it on.
"I won't go home tonight." Jiang Xingzhi said.
"What? Are you scared?" Tian Yuxiang teased her.
"I'm afraid of a little girl like you?" Jiang Xingzhi retorted, "I have no clothes left to wear. I'll go home and get some tonight."
"Then I'll wash the clothes you left at my house for you."
Jiang Xingzhi said "hmm".
At night, Tian Yuxiang washed his clothes by hand when the furniture recycling man came. He looked at Tian Yuxiang suspiciously, naturally because of the large pool of blood on the sofa.
"Oh, my husband accidentally hurt his shoulder and it's bleeding. I was washing his shirt," Tian Yuxiang said. She looked at the furniture collector who was looking at her house. She smiled helplessly and didn't explain. He must be wondering, where is your husband? Did he destroy the body?
Tian Yuxiang bought the most expensive essential oil soap for Jiang Xingzhi's laundry this afternoon from the supermarket. It smelled very good and refreshing. She washed the soap carefully and hung it on the balcony.
Thinking that he wouldn't come this afternoon, I felt a sense of endless loss.
Jiang Xingzhi returned to his home and wanted his father to make him some delicious food.
While eating, Jiang Xingzhi never leaned towards the chair behind him. If he accidentally bumped into it, he would jump away immediately.
Peng Yi noticed something and asked him what was wrong.
He said no.
Peng Yi became even more confused and touched his shoulder, which seemed to be covered with thick gauze.
She forced Jiang Xingzhi to undress so she could see that his shoulder was indeed injured.
"How did you get hurt?" Peng Yi asked with a frown.
"I hurt myself." Jiang Xingzhi said.
"Who are you trying to fool? You hurt yourself. Your back is injured?" Peng Yi's voice was already hoarse.
Although she felt sad, she intuitively felt that this incident must be related to Tian Yuxiang.
Xingzhi had been living in Tian Yuxiang's house all this time, and Peng Yi knew a little about it.
"You didn't see the nail behind me when I was not allowed to sit down?" Jiang Xingzhi joked with a smile.
"Just make it up. If you die in her hands someday, no one will save you." Peng Yi had heard a little about Tian Yuxiang's methods.
It’s not that I don’t have confidence in Jiang Xingzhi, it’s that I love my son too much.
Jiang Xingzhi was afraid that Peng Yi would say something even more unpleasant, so he ate and left.
Before going to bed at night, Tian Yuxiang told him the furniture recycler's doubts, treating it as a joke.
He also said that the man left in a hurry without seeing Jiang Xingzhi at home, and even gave Tian Yuxiang ten more yuan, and Tian Yuxiang didn't even try to stop him.
"I guess he thought I had murdered you." Tian Yuxiang said to Jiang Xingzhi with a smile.
"You are indeed capable of doing something as cruel as murdering your own husband." After Jiang Xingzhi sent this message, he went to bed. Maybe he was really sleepy. He was a good young man who went to bed early and got up late.
After getting up, he didn't go to work today. There were no current matters to deal with in any of the companies. Until yesterday, all the matters had been dealt with. If he went to the company today and his shoulder had problems again, it would be embarrassing.
He was in his own house, not wearing a shirt.
He was in his own huge villa, drinking tea and watching TV.
He now feels that a bigger house is better for daytime, but a smaller one is better for sleeping.
He was drinking Jin Jun Mei and watching a football program.
At around ten o'clock, the doorbell rang.
He looked and saw that it was Bian Ning. After opening the door with the remote control, he continued to sit on the sofa and watch TV, looking as if nothing had happened.
Bian Ning came in and saw where Jiang Xingzhi was sitting. The scar on his shoulder was still quite obvious.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you like this? Our President Jiang has delicate skin and tender flesh. It will be so ugly if he gets injured like this." Bian Ning gently stroked Jiang Xingzhi's shoulder.
She had seen Jiang Xingzhi's naked body before and didn't find it new.
His wheat-colored skin and strong and powerful muscles make people feel his hormones overflowing when they see him.
"It's nothing, I'm just hurt." Jiang Xingzhi's attention was still on the TV. He said nonchalantly, with Bian Ning standing behind him.
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