After leaving the hospital, Gao Congming said, "Master Yi, are you going back to the mansion or..."

"Go back to the west of Xicheng District." Yi Jinli said lightly.

Xicheng District, that is Hui Ling Yiran’s rental house. Gao Congming didn’t know how long his boss planned to stay in that small rental house.

Just as he was driving to Xicheng District, Gao Congming suddenly spoke at a traffic light intersection and reminded, "Mr. Yi, it's Miss Ling Yiran on the side of the road."

Yi Jinli turned his head slightly and saw a slender figure sweeping the garbage on the roadside with a broom on the roadside.

He was wearing a fluorescent work clothes and a simple ponytail. Because of the cold weather, every breath he exhaled was filled with white smoke.

At this moment, an electric car seemed to be driving by Ling Yiran quickly in order to catch the green light. Ling Yiran's legs were rubbed by the body of the electric car and fell to the ground.

The person riding the electric bike didn't even stop and walked straight across the road.

Naturally, Yi Jinli and Gao Congming also saw this scene.

"Master Yi, should you find out the owner of this battery and hold him accountable?" Gao Congming asked. In his opinion, his boss should be interested in Ling Yiran. Since the last time Ling Yiran was drunk and slapped in the face, Yiran made a fuss for him, then this kind of thing would naturally make a fuss for him.

Yi Jinli looked at the woman who fell to the ground outside the car window with a steady look. Mr. Yi's voice sounded again in his mind - "Remember what you said today, never imitate him..."

He would never care about a woman like his father. It was just a game. Now, since he is not A Jin, how could he care about a sanitation worker named Ling Yiran?

"No need to worry about it." He withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

Gao Congming was stunned. Could it be that he was wrong? Ye Yi didn't care about Ling Yiran at all?!

The red light in front has turned into a green light, and the car continues to drive forward

At this moment, Sister Xu caressed Ling Yiran, "Yiran, how are you doing? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"

Ling Yiran gritted his teeth and checked his injuries. He did not bleed through the skin. He was just a big swollen piece on his ankle that was rubbed. "No need, I'll just push it with safflower oil."

"Then remember to rub it well when you go back and rub the blood off." Sister Xu said, and then criticized the cyclist who had just rubbed him but didn't look back.

At night, Ling Yiran turned back to the rental house. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a figure sitting under the light.

"Sister, you are back." The man stood up and said to her.

In an instant, the cold air on her body seemed to be dispelled by this figure. It turned out that what she wanted was just someone who could wait for her at home. Even if this home was simple and small.

"Well, I'm back." She smiled softly, "You're hungry. I bought two lunch boxes today, and I can eat it after making some soup."

"Okay." He responded, and then watched her put the lunch box on the only small square table in the room, washed the vegetables again and then burned the vegetable soup in the induction cooker.

"Sister, what's wrong with your feet?" he asked knowingly.

"I accidentally scratched it a little. It's okay. I'll just apply some safflower oil in a while." She said lightly, but every few steps, the expression on her face would change slightly, and a thin layer of sweat was already covered with her forehead.

Yi Jinli pursed his thin lips slightly, "That's better to wipe it now." He said, stretched out his big hand and pulled her over directly, then pulled up her trouser legs.

Suddenly, a noticeable lump was imprinted into his eyes, even though the lump was wrapped in socks.

And when he pulled the socks down, the lump that had been red and swollen and purple on her ankles immediately caught his eye.

He clearly felt that he wouldn't care, even if her legs were broken, he could still remain indifferent, but for no reason, seeing her swollen feet, his chest felt a little stuffy and uncomfortable.

"It's nothing, just apply safflower oil." She wanted to pull her ankle back from his big hand awkwardly, but his five fingers tightly held her ankle, making her unable to move at all.

A silence filled the air.

"Where is safflower oil?" he said suddenly.

"In... the medicine box of the bedside table." she said.

The next moment, she suddenly exclaimed, just because he suddenly picked her up, walked to the bed, put her down, and then took out the safflower oil from the medicine box.

He sat beside the bed, resting her injured right foot on his legs, taking off her shoes and socks, pressing her fingertips against her already purple lump.

There was no problem with the bones. It seemed that they were what she said, but only skin trauma. Yi Jinli poured some safflower oil in his palm and began to rub the red and swollen place for Ling Yiran.

His strength was not light, but she kept gritting her teeth and did not scream in pain.

"Don't sister feel pain?" he said. If it were a woman, I would have been crying out loud.

"It's okay." She gasped for a moment and said, "This kind of pain is more painful than I used to..." Her voice paused. After all, she did not say the word "in prison", but said, "It's much lighter than the pain I've suffered before."

Yi Jinli glanced at Ling Yiran thoughtfully, and he naturally understood what she didn't say.

When she was in jail, even though he was just watching coldly and did not take action, the Hao family might not have. What's more, there were many people who wanted to sell the Hao family to give him a favor. Her life in prison was probably much worse than that of ordinary people.

"It seems that my sister has suffered a lot before." He whispered.

"It's all over." Ling Yiran said, feeling that his ankle was being rubbed and pressed, when the pain gradually dissipated, it was replaced by a hot and comfortable feeling.

"A Jin, thank you, you are really nice and a good person." She smiled at him.

A good person? His lips curled. Even those who complimented him, they never described him as "good person". His life and his actions have never had anything to do with "good person".

"Sister really thinks I'm a good person?"

"Well, we A Jin, of course we are a good person." She said it for granted, as if in her eyes, he was a good person and her good brother.
Chapter completed!