He was standing at the door, there was no trace of illness on his face, he even looked very proud?
Jiang Song leaned against the door and looked at him with a frown, "Your injury is in the abdomen. You should be able to handle it yourself. Besides, didn't you go to the hospital in the afternoon? Why did you have to apply medicine again when you came back at night?"
This is obviously very unreasonable.
"Who said I went to the hospital in the afternoon to get medicine?" Xing Sijue raised his eyelids and spoke meaningfully.
After saying that, he walked directly around Jiang Song and walked in.
"Then why are you going to the hospital if you don't want to get medicine?" Jiang Song was speechless. Which patient would say such a thing.
This was obviously just to get her to help him apply the medicine, and he said this at all costs.
Xing Sijue had already sat on the sofa where she had just been sitting. He glanced down at the closed pink computer, and then raised his head again, "I'm going to... invest in the hospital."
"ha?"
Listen, is this something a human being can say?
Xing Sijue picked up the coffee on the side, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and a fragrance wafted out.
That was the coffee Jiang Song had just brewed for himself.
Xing Sijue took a bite without hesitation.
"Hey, that's mine, I just drank it..." Take a sip.
Before Jiang Song could stop him, the other party had already put it into his mouth.
And the taste was surprisingly good. He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "You actually have such skills?"
Jiang Song pouted and pursed his lips, "There are still many things you don't know. You are an encyclopedia. You need to know everything."
She walked closer and took the coffee away, "Also, your wound is so serious now, and you still drink coffee, don't you want to get better quickly?"
Hearing that she was caring about him, Xing Sijue inadvertently raised his lower lip.
"You care about me?" he asked.
Jiang Song, "Nonsense, if you keep being bad, the divorce date will be later."
As soon as these words came out, Xing Sijue's face, which was still smiling just now, instantly turned cold.
This woman is obsessed with getting divorced. Even if she cares about herself, she wants to get divorced as soon as possible.
Could it be that staying with him made her unhappy?
Xing Sijue gently raised his eyelids and looked at her. He said nothing, but his eyes were full of sharpness and anger.
Jiang Song pretended not to notice this look, took out the medical kit and faced him.
"Take off your clothes and finish the medicine quickly. I have something else to do."
However, Xing Sijue remained indifferent.
Jiang Song gritted his teeth, "Hurry up, I really have something to do and I won't joke with you."
She really had something else to do. When she opened the door for him, she glanced at her computer and saw that an email had been sent.
Those who can be sent to her email address are usually not ordinary people. They must have something going on.
Xing Sijue looked at her, "I can't move, please help me."
He just didn't move.
"Huh?" Jiang Song twitched the corners of his lips, "Why can't you move..."
"There's nothing I can do. Someone stabbed her too deeply, and now I'm in so much pain that I can't move at all." He said in a relaxed tone, looking at her table boredly, but refused to take off his clothes.
"That knife was obviously yours..." Forget it, talking to him will only delay time.
Jiang Song frowned, simply folded his hands and calmly showed off his cards, "Tell me, what do you want? If you want to get better as soon as possible, you have to cooperate with me. Your body is your own, otherwise it will be considered as a god coming.
There’s nothing we can do about it.”
"Now it's time for you to beg me. If you want a divorce, you have to make me happy. Maybe if I'm happy, I'll sign with a trembling hand and let you go free. Don't you think so, Jiang Song?"
As Xing Sijue said, he reached out and grabbed her waist, and pulled her over.
Jiang Song was unprepared and ran directly into his arms and fell on top of him.
Moreover, she had a strong hunch that she might have hit his wound.
But this man didn't even hum.
But just now I asked him to take off his clothes, and this man was still complaining about the pain.
Really...
She was silent for a few seconds, gritting her teeth.
never mind.
They are about to separate, and there is no point in worrying about it at this time. It is better to do what he said and get divorced first.
So, she quickly changed her face, pretended to be flattering, and put a hand on Xing Sijue's left shoulder, "Okay, I wonder what Master Jiu needs me to do now?"
Xing Sijue curled his lips, rubbed her face with his thumb, and pulled it, "You are quite good at pretending."
The face being pulled by him hurt a little, and Jiang Song hissed, "I'm forced by life. It's one thing to pretend, but it's another thing not to pretend. Maybe, I
Will I use such a smiling face in the future to make you die by my knife again?"
Xing Sijue smiled and said, "Really, then I will look forward to such a day."
He suddenly became very serious, came up to her and said.
Jiang Song was stunned for a moment.
In fact, she said these words entirely to make him angry. She knew very well that even if she was reborn three or four times, she would not be able to kill Xing Sijue.
After all, this man was able to gain a foothold in such a bloody storm, without even thinking about his methods, which must be extremely cruel.
"Take off your clothes." Xing Sijue leaned on the back of the president's chair and issued a three-word order like an emperor.
Jiang Song gritted his teeth and prepared to stand up to help him take off his coat.
However, when she was about to stand up, Xing Sijue's big hands clasped Jiang Song's waist.
"You're not allowed to go down, just take it off like this," he said.
Jiang Song was speechless, how could he take it off like this?
She glared at him so hard that she cut him to pieces in her heart.
Then, without saying anything, she tried to help him take off his clothes.
Jiang Song was sitting on his lap, and Xing Sijue's hand was still dragging his waist.
When she helped him take off his coat, their skins would rub together intentionally or unintentionally. Even though they were separated by clothing, such contact would gradually increase their body temperatures.
Moreover, what was even more embarrassing was that Jiang Song could clearly feel the man's muscular muscles, which made her restless.
After finally taking off her clothes, Jiang Song untied the bandage. When she saw the wound, she took a breath.
The wound had not been treated and was a little inflamed. Moreover, the wound was not small, it was even a relatively large stab wound.
But she remembered that her knife at that time was only half a finger long, so how could there be such a big wound.
And this wound is so serious.
"No, you have to go to the hospital." Jiang Song said immediately at almost the first sight.
This time, she barely had time to think about anything else and was subconsciously concerned.
"No, just give me some medicine." Xing Sijue refused.
He looked at her bright eyes, twinkling for him, and the worry in them existed because of him. This was enough for him.