Chapter 68 Seemingly ruthless but affectionate, seemingly affectionate but ruthless (68)

Huo Quci didn't dare to see Jiaoyang, but he couldn't sit still.

He had always felt that he could not leave Sheng Jiaoyang. But after that incident, the scene where she pointed the gun at him and the bright red blood continued to flow down became his nightmare at midnight, and he came to him again and again.

I woke up with a start and found that my whole body was covered in cold sweat.

Only then did Huo Quci realize that instead of Sheng Jiaoyang leaving his life, what he was more afraid of was that Jiaoyang would completely disappear from his life.

He would never force her again.

After several days of repeated torture and tossing and turning, Huo Quci called Jiang Cheng and asked him to see how Jiaoyang was doing now.

This is the only person he can think of right now who he can trust.

When Jiang Cheng answered the phone and heard the name "Sheng Jiaoyang", he had a headache. Fortunately, he finally agreed.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiaoyang was sleeping in the top-notch luxurious VIP ward of the hospital.

There was a knock at the door, and she got up from the bed a little impatiently, her cheeks slightly bulging, her long hair as black as seaweed flowing down, looking a little disheveled.

"Come in."

The footsteps at the door hesitated for a while, and it was Jiang Cheng who opened the door and walked in.

".You?" Jiaoyang was slightly surprised, and then her eyes became interested. Her body covered under the quilt leaned back and her legs were slightly bent. In Jiang Cheng's opinion, this look was typical of not being afraid of death.

He held the fruit basket in his hand and placed it on the table nearby. He glanced at her and nodded as a greeting.

"It's Aci who asked me to come and see you."

"Oh" Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows, then nodded, her expression still unchanged.

The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, and he started to sit on the chair beside him, crossing his legs, and looked at her seriously: "Sheng Jiaoyang, I realized that I really underestimated you, just shoot yourself.

Shot himself.

Are you ashamed because your affair with Huo Quci was exposed, or do you think your life is too long? Moreover, your ability to recover is almost as good as Han Shuqi's."

Isn't that right? A few days ago, she was still on the verge of death, but now she suddenly seems to be fine. I really pity those people who were worried about her.

But could it be that this is just an illusion she made?

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but glance at her again.

And although she was only injured on her shoulder blade, which was still some distance from her heart, the scene at that time, with the bleeding, was really scary.

Sheng Jiaoyang had never received any formal training, so that shot was very likely to miss, and she might indeed die.

Jiaoyang turned her head away, changed the subject, and refused to cooperate. She cast her eyes on the fruit basket he had put aside when he came in, and reached for it like a child: "I want to eat fruit~"

The little girl's eyes are wide open and she is looking at you with watery eyes. Her voice is sweet and soft, and she whispers coquettishly, with a softness that makes people hold her in their hearts and cannot put it away.

Any voice that a normal man would not reject.

But obviously, the current Jiang Cheng is not so normal in Jiaoyang's eyes.

Hearing Jiaoyang's voice, he frowned tightly, as if he was trying to endure something restless, and looked fierce: "Then you should eat."

"..." Jiaoyang was speechless and choked, and looked at his eyes for a few seconds with the same eye makeup that was obviously worn by bad elements.

Then he suddenly fell back on the bed, pretending to be dead like a catfish: "It hurts so much. I can't move."
Chapter completed!