After coming out of the hospital, Gao Congming said, "Master Yi, do you want to go back to the mansion, or..."

"Go back to Xicheng District." Yi Jinli said calmly.

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

On the way to Xicheng District, at a traffic light intersection, Gao Congming suddenly reminded him, "Master Yi, it's Miss Ling Yiran on the side of the road."

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

Wearing fluorescent-colored work clothes and a simple ponytail, because of the cold weather, every breath he exhales is filled with white smoke.

At this moment, a battery car seemed to be rushing past Ling Yiran in order to catch the green light. Ling Yiran's leg was brushed by the body of the battery car and he fell to the ground.

However, the person riding the electric bicycle did not even stop and crossed the road straight away.

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

"Master Yi, do you want to find out the owner of the battery car and hold him accountable?" Gao Congming asked. In his opinion, his boss should be interested in Ling Yiran, since Ling Yiran was drunk and slapped by Master Yi last time.

If you stand out for him, then he will naturally stand up for this kind of thing.

Yi Jinli's eyes were fixed on the woman who fell to the ground outside the car window. Mr. Yi's voice sounded in his mind again - "Remember what you said today, and never be like him.

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

"Don't worry about it." He retracted his gaze and said calmly.

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

The red light ahead has turned to green, and the car continues to drive forward.

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

Ling Yiran gritted his teeth and checked his injuries. There was no broken skin or bleeding, but there was a large swelling on the ankle where he had been rubbed. "No, I'll just go back and push it with safflower oil."

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"Then when you go back, remember to rub it well to loosen the congestion." Sister Xu said, and then scolded the cyclist who just bumped into her but didn't look back, for being so wicked.

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

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

In an instant, the coldness in her body seemed to be dispelled by this figure. It turned out that all she wanted was to have someone waiting for her at home. Even though this home was simple and small.

"Well, I'm back." She smiled softly, "You must be hungry. I bought two lunch boxes today, and I can make some soup to eat."

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

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

"I accidentally scratched it a little, it's okay. I'll just rub some safflower oil on it in a while." She said lightly, but every few steps, the expression on her face would change slightly, and her forehead was already flushed.

Wearing a thin layer of sweat.

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

Suddenly, an obvious lump appeared in his eyes. Even now, the area of ​​the lump was wrapped by socks.

And when he pulled the socks down, the red and purple swelling on her ankles immediately caught his eye.

He obviously thought that he wouldn't care, even if her leg was broken, he could still remain indifferent, but inexplicably, when he saw her swollen feet, his chest felt uncomfortable.

"It's nothing, just rub it with safflower oil and it'll be fine." She tried to pull her ankle away from his big hand in embarrassment, but his fingers held her ankle firmly, making it impossible for her to move at all.

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A silence filled the air.

"Where's the safflower oil?" he asked suddenly.

"It's...in the medicine box on the bedside table," she said.

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

He sat on the edge of the bed, put her injured right foot on his lap, took off her shoes and socks, and pressed her purple swelling with his fingertips.

There was nothing wrong with the bones. It seemed like it was just a skin injury as she said. Yi Jinli poured some safflower oil into the palm of her hand and started to rub the red and swollen area for Ling Yiran.

His force was not light, but she kept gritting her teeth and did not cry out in pain.

"Sister, doesn't it hurt?" he asked. If it were another woman, she would have screamed in pain long ago.

"It's okay." She took a slight breath and said, "This kind of pain is better than what I used to..." Her voice paused, but she did not say the word "prison" after all.

, but said, "The pain is much lighter than the pain I experienced before."

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

When she was imprisoned, even if he just watched indifferently and did not take any action, the Hao family might not. What's more, there were many people who wanted to sell the Hao family to him to gain favor. Her days in prison were probably...

Much worse than ordinary people.

"It seems that sister has suffered a lot in the past." He whispered.

"It's all over." Ling still said, feeling that after the ankle was rubbed, the pain gradually dissipated and was replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling.

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

Good guy? The corners of his lips curved. Even those who flattered and flattered him had never used the word "good guy" to describe him. His life and behavior had never been anything like "good guy".

"Sister, do you really think I'm a good person?"

"Well, of course our Ajin is a good person." She said it so matter-of-factly, as if in her eyes, he was a good person and her good brother.

"Then if one day, sister finds out that I am not a good person, will she be disappointed?" he asked.
Chapter completed!