Jiang Zhixian felt magnanimous, hit a straight ball, and poured out all his dirty thoughts.
It wasn't until Shen Qiu blushed and her neck felt hot that she sat back down again with a happy look on her face, and mercifully gave her some time to accept the reality.
Shen Qingqing thought that this confession would mess her up, but she didn't expect that as soon as Jiang Zhixian sat back down, her eyelids started to fight, and she fell asleep soon after.
When she woke up again, she was already lying on a large bed with dark patterns.
The room is in a typical European style, with metal-framed oil paintings hanging on the walls and ceramic vases placed on the gilded table. Under the soft double bed, there is a white velvet blanket. Shen quietly steps on the ground with bare feet, and Soft and comfortable, it's like stepping on clouds.
vomit……
It wasn't like she was stepping on the clouds, it was like she was really dizzy and wanted to vomit.
Shen Qianqian's expression changed, and she stumbled to the bathroom in the bedroom, holding on to the carved bed rails on the bed, and retched uncomfortably.
When Jiang Zhixian received Shen Qingqiao's message, he was drinking coffee with Duke Vittel. The atmosphere between the two was very strange. The only common language now was to scold Lester.
"Did you say you want a 15% discount?" Vettel was holding a cup of coffee, wearing a suit, and staring at his useless cousin with a calm tone.
But the more familiar people are, the more they understand. The calmer the Duke behaves, the angrier he is!
Looking at the contract that Jiang Zhixian shamelessly took out on the table, Vettel almost took out his belt and beat the prodigal to death.
"No, brother." Lester swallowed his saliva and corrected tremblingly: "I said 82% off."
He also said it very confidently.
Very good. Vettel put down his coffee cup and tapped the contract with his fist.
"I see what you signed is for fractures!"
"That's not necessary." Jiang Zhixian suddenly interjected.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lester immediately looked at him with bright dog eyes, "Brother Jiang, I know you won't just watch me get beaten. Please help me persuade my brother."
It's best to forget about the 88% discount, it's more important to keep his dog's legs.
Jiang Zhixian obviously doesn't have such good intentions. He is already very moral if he doesn't add insult to injury at this time.
"Your Majesty Duke, I suffered a lot this time. Two battleships were bombed and I almost lost my life. I saved your brother's life at a 15% discount. It's not a loss!" After Jiang Zhixian finished speaking, he even looked at it deliberately. Looking at Lester, I really can’t understand that Silly Baitian is so valuable.
Vettel didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either, and the atmosphere became deadlocked.
At this moment, Jiang Zhixian's terminal suddenly sent a message. As soon as he answered the call, his expression suddenly changed.
Without even saying hello, he jumped up and stepped on the table in front of him, leaped in the air to the door, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"What's going on?" Lester looked surprised.
Vettel glanced at him lightly, and Leicester quickly lowered his head in shock.
"I'll settle the score with you when I get back."
"Brother, do you really want to promise him?" Lester sobbed, fearing that his cousin would blame the loss on him.
Unexpectedly, Vettel did not scold him this time, but just looked out the window and said: "Wait a little longer."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Kestrel."
Who is this?
Lester was completely confused, but when he saw that his cousin didn't look angry, he quietly felt relieved.
Star b-66 is a trading point of the Yinmoluo tribe. They are rich and wealthy, and even a desolate star can be built in a decent way. As the host, Vettel arranged a row of small villas for Jiang Zhixian and others. All are top-notch luxury furnishings, and dedicated maids come to clean them every day.
Shen quietly slept from yesterday until the battleship arrived at its destination. Jiang Zhixian thought she was too tired, so he carried her down and put her on the big bed, and then went out to meet Vettel.
Unexpectedly, Shen Qiao woke up less than an hour after he left and sent him a message angrily.
"Jiang Zhixian, I...I feel uncomfortable..."
The impact of these words on him was simply worse than that of an electromagnetic gun. After hearing this, Jiang Zhixian's mind was pounding and he couldn't think of anything. He could only run back as fast as he could, reaching his peak speed.
He kicked open the door of the villa and hurriedly found Shen Qingqing's bedroom. It only took less than 2 minutes from the time he received the communication to the villa.
"Shen Qingqing."
When Jiang Zhixian rushed into the bathroom.
Shen Qiao was seen leaning weakly under the sink, her forehead soaked in sweat, and she was panting weakly. After hearing the movement, she raised her eyelids and called out feebly.
"Jiang Zhixian."
grass!
Jiang Zhixian had never been so at a loss. He strode over, bent down and picked Shen Qingqi up around the waist, as if holding a piece of porcelain, and placed it on the bed with great care.
"Where do you feel pain?" Jiang Zhixian clumsily pulled the quilt and slowly covered her up.
"I'll call the doctor."
Uncle Jiang, who has always been pushed to the point where he doesn't know how high the sky is, actually sometimes gets scared.
For a moment, he even thought that it would be better if he was the one in pain. The little wild cat is so delicate. Last time he hurt his arm, he cried for a long time with tears in his eyes, but this time it was so painful.
It felt like his heart was tightly grasped by something, throbbing and painful.
"I have a terrible headache."
Shen bit her lip quietly. She could endure it on the battleship at first, but now she was dizzy and dizzy, and she found it difficult to even stand up.
Jiang Zhixian could wait no longer and quickly contacted Lu Ming and asked Duke Vittel to find the best doctor to come and take a look.
He didn't trust anyone now, and looking at Shen Qingqing lying in pain on the bed, he was extremely upset for a moment.
"Let me help you comfort yourself." Jiang Zhixian grabbed her arm.
"I promise not to look or think randomly."
Shen Qiao was in severe pain, and now listening to Jiang Zhixian's voice, she could barely manage to regain half of her sense.
She suddenly remembered that that time Jiang Zhixian uncontrollably released dopamine in her sea of consciousness. After being scolded by her, he never broke into her sea of consciousness on his own initiative again.
This man always appears to be wild and unrestrained on the surface, but in fact he never breaks a word of his promise.
"Quietly." Jiang Zhixian held her wrist and felt the touch on her fingertips.
How could she be so soft and delicate?
No matter how you say it, spiritual comfort is indeed a very intimate act.
In the past, Jiang Zhixian could tease her without any scruples, but now that she has expressed her feelings, she is much more serious.
The sharp pain caused Shen Qian's eyes to blur. When she heard Jiang Zhixian's voice, her consciousness seemed to have lit up a fire, desperately hoping that she would do something.
Or, she already did.
Shen quietly grabbed his collar, her eyes sparkling like never before. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"?" Jiang Zhixian suddenly raised his eyes, looking in disbelief.
"Comfort me." Shen quietly let go of his collar and lay back heavily.
Because she moved so much, the sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks to her neck, making people want to follow its path and lick it down inch by inch.
Jiang Zhixian's eyes were dark red, and he slowly touched Shen Qiao's cheek, his voice low and hoarse.