"After two days when I feel better, I'll go to the hospital to check the monitoring system. If they don't show me, I'll make a fuss. I'll really make people mad."
"Yeah, I've been there several times, but they just don't show me."
Ji Xiuran walked in and saw her lying on the sofa talking on the phone. His eyes fell on her buttocks, and he could vaguely see the gauze and medicine stains wrapped around the wound.
"Why were you discharged from the hospital?"
Ji Xiuran spoke calmly.
Zhao Ningchu turned to look at him, then hung up the phone with an indifferent expression, and said casually: "Oh, it's the same when I go home."
"Eat lightly these days to avoid scars."
"Oh, I know."
Ji Xiuran hurriedly responded. Every word he spoke was like being hit by a rubber ball, and there was no response. He simply turned around and left a little irritably, going to the study.
That night, Zhao Ningchu lay down on the bed and slept. The wound was a little painful and he couldn't fall asleep. Fortunately, Ji Xiuran didn't go back to the bedroom, otherwise he must have been disturbed by disgust.
It wasn't until the early morning that Zhao Ningchu fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up in the morning, it was already past ten o'clock.
She slowly got up, washed and went downstairs. When she came to the living room, she saw Ji Xiuran sitting on a chair by the window.
He was holding a financial book in his hand, wearing gold-rimmed chain glasses, and a pair of slender legs casually resting on the table in front of the chair. He looked like a noble man, but Zhao Ningchu had a certain
The feeling of being a scumbag.
"Why are you at home? Don't you go to the company?"
Zhao Ningchu stepped forward.
Ji Xiuran raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Go and have breakfast."
Zhao Ningchu said oh and walked towards the restaurant.
Ji Xiuran focused his attention on his book again, but now, he couldn't read a word at all and kept looking towards the restaurant uncontrollably.
He slammed the book in his hand, took off his glasses, and walked toward the restaurant step by step.
"Zhao Ningchu."
"what?"
"You don't have anything to say to me?"
Zhao Ningchu was stunned: "What did you say? I have nothing to say."
Ji Xiuran sneered, and the veins on his temples were so angry: "Very good, Zhao Ningchu, if you have the ability, just keep it to yourself."
After saying that, he turned around angrily and left.
Within a few minutes, Zhao Ningchu heard the sound of a car engine coming from outside. She slowly walked towards the window, and all she saw was the rear of the Maybach.
Angry?
After this inexplicable cold war, Ji Xiuran didn't go home for a whole week.
Zhao Ningchu was worried about her mother. Before the injury on her leg had completely healed, she went to the hospital that afternoon and asked for monitoring.
The dean came back, but he dismissed her with confidentiality. Zhao Ningchu became furious when she heard that confidentiality was broken.
"Dean Yao, my mother cooperated with the hospital a lot back then. Isn't it inappropriate for you to do this now?"
Dean Yao said in a businesslike manner.
"You also said that this is a cooperation between both parties. It is the same as everyone else. We cannot treat it specially just because of this matter."
"Is this something?"
After saying this, she snorted coldly and continued: "Do you have a mother or something? If your mother died in the hospital for no reason, wouldn't you pursue it?"
Dean Yao's face suddenly turned serious.
"Ms. Zhao, I understand your feelings of losing a loved one, but this is not the reason for you to come to our hospital to cause trouble. Please leave, otherwise I will have to call security."
Zhao Ningchu was so angry that her wound hurt, and she had no choice but to leave the hospital angrily.
Zhao Ningchu was wandering on the road alone, thinking about how to solve the surveillance problem.
After thinking about it, she could only ask Ji Xiuran for help, but when she thought of what she had said before, she suddenly felt like she was slapped in the face.
Forget it, what's a slap in the face? If she doesn't find out the truth, she will never feel at ease in her life.
Zhao Ningchu took a deep breath and finally summoned the courage to call Ji Xiuran's number. However, the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.
She hung up the phone directly and called Su Yang angrily.
This time, the phone rang twice and was answered.
"Hello, madam, good afternoon."
Su Yang's polite greeting came over the phone.
"Su Yang, is Ji Xiuran in the company now?"
Zhao Ningchu went straight to the topic.
"Mr. Ji is not here. Do you have anything to do with Mr. Ji?"
"Where is he now? Send me the location. I'm in a hurry to find him."
"Okay, I'll send it to you now."
After Zhao Ningchu hung up the phone, he received a text message from Su Yang in less than a minute.
She looked at the place names above and frowned.
So far?
Although she was a little resistant, she still took a taxi to find someone.
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Yufeng Mountain.
To the west of Yanjing, there is a thousand-year-old temple halfway up the mountain. The natural hot springs on the top of the mountain have attracted many tourists. Originally, local officials planned to turn this place into a tourist attraction, but it was abandoned by a big company eight years ago.
The guy spent 600 million to buy this mountain and developed it into a private club on the top of the mountain.
The decoration inside is extremely luxurious, and the membership-based rules mean that you may not be able to come here if you have money.
But Ji Xiuran is a frequent visitor here.
At this moment, he was sitting on the main seat of the sofa, his slender legs resting on the coffee table in front of him, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, holding a lit cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
He casually put the cigarette to his mouth, took a puff, and then blew out smoke rings.
A few friends around me were playing games and drinking, and it was very lively.
Among this group of men, there was a well-dressed woman sitting. She looked at Ji Xiuran from time to time, then stood up, picked up twice as much wine, and walked up to him.
"Birthday boy, do you mind having a drink with me?"
Ji Xiuran put down his legs on the coffee table and did not take the wine glass from the woman's hand. Instead, he picked up the empty glass on the table and poured himself a glass. He raised it to signal and drank in one gulp.
The men around him joked: "Miss Jiang, it's not like you don't know that Mr. Ji has mysophobia."
Jiang Nan turned her head, smiled mischievously, and said half-jokingly: "I want to see if I am a special existence in the heart of President Jida, but it seems that I am not, so sad."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were two knocks on the door of the private room, and then the door of the private room was pushed open.
Zhao Ningchu, who was standing at the door, immediately saw Ji Xiuran sitting on the seat and the woman beside him.
The two of them were holding wine glasses in their hands, looking like they were having a great conversation.
She was stunned at the door, and it took her a while to realize what she was doing, and turned to look at Su Yang.
The look in his eyes seemed to be asking Su Yang why he didn't tell her what Ji Xiuran was doing first?
If she had said so, she would definitely not have come, but now that she is standing here, should she be asked to turn around and leave?
Probably the expression on Zhao Ningchu's face was too cold, and the look in his eyes made Su Yang feel a little embarrassed.
He whispered: "Well, husband..."
Before he could say the next words, Zhao Ningchu withdrew his gaze, glanced around the room, and said calmly: "Sorry, I went to the wrong room."
"stop!"
Ji Xiuran's voice was cold and somewhat lazy. After Zhao Ningchu heard it, the tip of his heart trembled uncontrollably.