The girls present were frightened by Ji Xinyao, and they all ran away in fear.
Simon could only sigh helplessly, looked at Ji Xinyao, and then at Song Zilian who was laughing loudly upstairs, with an expression of hatred for steel.
In order to comfort him, Ji Xinyao solemnly said, "Uncle Simon, I know you are doing all this for the Song family and for Song Zilian's good, but everything you do for his good is based on the fact that Song Zilian will not live long.
"Don't worry, I guarantee that he will not die. I will be responsible for his life. If anything happens to him, just come to me to settle the score. With the ability of the Song family, you can definitely do it."
Simon looked hesitant, "You young people are getting faster. To be honest, even if I can kill you, I can't guarantee that you will really devote yourself to our young master. Moreover, I don't think your life can be worth our young master's life."
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"Simon!" Song Zilian called him sharply.
He did not allow Simon to say such things to Ji Xinyao.
Simon lowered his head and did not continue to defend.
"Uncle Simon." Ji Xinyao patted him on the shoulder, "I know it's hard for you to believe me. I can't explain many things to you, but I believe you can tell whether Song Zilian will get healthier.
, at least give me some time to help him recover, I think this is not a bad thing for the Song family."
Although Ji Xinyao said this, she also knew that she was treating the symptoms but not the root cause. In this world, there is no cure for lupus erythematosus.
But she still has another hope, which is to complete additional tasks and prove the father-daughter relationship between Gong Jianping and her as soon as possible.
Simon seemed to think for a while and nodded.
"Okay, but if your treatment is ineffective, I will take the next step. And I will put the blame on your head."
Ji Xinyao was not surprised and agreed, "Okay, it's a deal."
After she finished speaking, she immediately ran upstairs and went up to find Song Zilian.
"I was exhausted from chasing people away just now, but you enjoyed watching the fun from up there." She complained softly.
"I'm not just watching the fun, I'm also cheering you on in my heart." Song Zilian said confidently.
"What's the point in your mind? Who knows whether you're thinking 'Come on, come on' or 'Let's fight'." Ji Xinyao said while twisting her arms, "Why don't you make it up to me now and give me a massage?
massage."
Song Zilian looked at her questioningly, "Are you right? I am the patient."
"You are a good patient. You are just sick. You are not so weak that you can't even massage me. Your hands were steady when you hugged me just now."
What she was talking about was that when she was in the office, she almost fell down trying to check the situation in the break room, but Song Zilian helped her stabilize.
The two held hands and returned to Song Zilian's room. Ji Xinyao was not polite at all and lay down on the big bed. The bedding was the same as hers, and she felt particularly comfortable lying on the ground.
Song Zilian smiled, knelt down next to her, and lifted her shoulders.
Ji Xinyao squinted her eyes while enjoying it, and said, "Now let me tell you about my plan. I have already negotiated with the selected author..."
"Ji Xinyao, can you please stop talking to me about work during this private time? I won't help you if you continue."
Ji Xinyao chuckled. She did it on purpose. She just wanted to take revenge on Song Zilian for "distinguishing public and private" towards her before.
"Okay, I'll talk to you when I get to work tomorrow."
"I have my own eyes and can see. Tell me something else." Song Zilian felt that he had not spoken privately to Ji Xinyao for a long time.
The last time was at Comic Con.
Ji Xinyao thought for a moment and said, "If anything else, I plan to move here to live with you. Do you welcome it?"
"Why so sudden?" Song Zilian was a little surprised.
“Forget it if you’re not welcome.”
"Welcome, of course I welcome you." Song Zilian stopped, leaned over and hugged her from behind, "Even if you make this decision, I'm still happy just because you still treat me like that cat."
Ji Xinyao turned sideways and hugged him.
She couldn't tell whether she felt soft towards him because she liked him as a person or because she felt guilty about the cat she couldn't save in her previous life. However, her heart knot was indeed relieved a lot. She also reflected on her own. She hoped that Song Zilian could distinguish between public and private affairs.
, but couldn't help but complain when he really made a distinction between public and private matters.
"Okay. Enough hugging. Now let's start holding you."
Ji Xinyao sat up, pushed Song Zilian under her, and opened his chin with her hand.
"Put your tongue out and let me see the coating."
Song Zilian did as she was told, and she touched his hair with satisfaction.
"Good boy, take off your clothes too. Let me see how far the red spots on your body have spread."
Song Zilian directly pulled the hem of his clothes from behind and took off his shirt.
"And below."
"I've let you see everything, what should I do if you don't take responsibility for me?" Song Zilian said with an aggrieved look like a drama queen.
Ji Xinyao saw that he was still interested in joking, and felt that he was at least in good spirits.
So she lifted his chin with her hand, "If you don't obey me, then I will do it myself."
"I'll call someone if you do this again..." Song Zilian looked at her longingly, speaking shyly, but his eyes clearly showed expectation for something.
Ji Xinyao also followed his wish and put her hand on his belt, "You scream, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken."
Song Zilian stopped talking at this time and stared at her hands intently.
But Ji Xinyao also felt that this was a bit much and planned to take back her hand. Song Zilian immediately grabbed her hand and moved it to the middle buckle.
Then, she pressed the buckle, and the belt suddenly came loose.
Ji Xinyao quickly turned away in embarrassment and ordered, "Take it off yourself."
There were not many red spots on Song Zilian's legs, and most of them were concentrated on the trunk. She checked him over and over again several times, and had someone send him a lot of checklists that Song Zilian had gone to the hospital for examinations. After studying them carefully for a long time, she
Song Zilian said, "I'm going to go dig grass and make medicine for you again. Just stay in the house, don't follow me."
"Do you want to take a bath again?" Song Zilian asked, thinking of the ambiguous behavior between himself and Ji Xinyao in the bath, and he was a little excited when he thought about it.
"I won't take the bath this time. The organs have been damaged and I need to drink some decoction. Your disease must be controlled from the inside out."
She used the word control instead of cure because this disease cannot be cured at all.
A trace of disappointment appeared on Song Zilian's face.
"But I want to go with you."
"It's already tiring enough for you to deal with work matters, and digging for medicine is also very tiring. Try to rest as much as possible when you can."
"Then I'll stay with you and I won't dig."
"Then I will be very angry. I am working alone and you are watching from the side. It will make me think that you are worthy of being a capitalist Zhou Papi."
Song Zilian had no choice but to wait for her in the house and let Ji Xinyao go dig herbs outside the house alone.
But after leaving the door, Ji Xinyao couldn't help but shed tears.
No one knows better than her that everything she is doing now is a delaying measure. If she cannot complete the task quickly and get the wish, Song Zilian will still be in trouble in half a year.
She remembered that the calico cat died of parasites in the end. When it died, half of its body was hollowed out by parasites. It was so terrifying. There was almost a piece of cat skin left, and the only thing that could be cured was that cat skin.