When he noticed that Rong Jiuci's eyes were focused on his hand, he suddenly panicked. He ignored the pain and quickly explained: "My ring is broken, someone framed me! I don't know what happened.
.But I really didn’t notice it. At least the ring didn’t hurt Miss Mu. Mr. Rong, please let me go because I was just careless.”
Rong Jiuci ignored the stylist, reached out and took off the ring from his hand, and handed it to Shadow.
Shadow held the ring and looked at the light carefully, and immediately said: "Chief, there seems to be something on this ring."
"Send it for testing."
"yes."
Shadow took the ring and went immediately.
"Mr. Rong..."
The stylist was obviously panicked. He wanted to say something, but he felt a pain in his back and fainted.
An hour later, the test results came out.
Of course, when Rong Jiuci saw the test results, he felt a chill and boundless anger in his heart.
The anger was like a tornado, raging in the huge living room, and everyone present was frightened.
"Wake him up." A few plain words, each word seemed to carry murderous intent.
Shadow walked over and kicked him in the face.
The stylist screamed in pain and woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Rong Jiuci appearing in front of him with cold eyes.
The stylist hurriedly explained: "Mr. Rong, do you believe me? I really don't know what's going on?"
"I wonder what's going on?" Rong Jiuci took the information found by Shadow and slapped the man on the face hard.
He said slowly and carefully: "You have been infected with AIDS for two years, and you tell me, you don't know what's going on?"
The stylist originally wanted to quibble, but looking at the inspection report thrown in front of his eyes, he couldn't say anything.
"That's right, I have been suffering from AIDS for two years. I also deliberately dipped the needle in the ring into blood, trying to hurt Miss Mu. But I couldn't help it!"
The stylist knew that he couldn't hide it, so he hurriedly explained: "Someone told me that as long as I hurt Miss Mu, he would give me new drugs to treat AIDS."
"I have been suffering from this disease for two years, more than 700 days and nights. I am going crazy. I have no choice but to take this step. Mr. Rong, I have no choice. Please show me your kindness!"
Rong Jiuci smiled, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes: "You almost hurt my fiancée, and you still want me to be arrogant to you. What do you think I am? An idiot?"
The stylist wanted to say something more, but Rong Jiuci no longer wanted to hear it. He just ordered in a cold voice: "Take him back to Fanlou."
Each word was filled with a cold chill and boundless murderous intent.
The stylist almost went crazy. Apparently he had heard of Fan Lou and knew where Fan Lou was.
The fear and desire for survival that reached its peak in an instant made him open his mouth like a madman and bite the person who wanted to take him away.
Bang--
Rong Jiuci kicked the stylist on the head, knocking him unconscious.
The subordinate who was almost bitten thanked Rong Jiuci with lingering fear.
AIDS is a disease that can be transmitted not only through blood but also through saliva.
If he is bitten by this guy, the chance of infection is as high as 90%.
Rong Jiuci did not look back: "Be careful next time."
After Rong Jiuci left the living room, he did not go to the flower hall to see Murong Rong, but turned and walked to the back garden.
Even though it is still cold winter, there are already stubborn grasses emerging despite the severe cold.
Its tender branches swayed tremblingly in the cold wind.
And Rong Jiuci, who had always been like a mountain, was as tense as a bow string that was about to break at any moment.
The big hands on his sides were shaking uncontrollably.
He pressed the lighter several times before lighting the cigarette between his fingers.
He had experienced countless strong winds and waves, but he felt that there had never been a moment as thrilling as before.
If his mother hadn't suddenly opened the video with him, if he hadn't wanted to miss the sight of Murong Rong trying on a wedding dress for him and connected the surveillance camera in the living room, that dirty AIDS-stained blood might have scratched Murong Rong as well.
body.
He couldn't even imagine what terrible consequences this would bring.
Da da da——
There was a sound of footsteps.
"Rong Jiuci."
Hearing the sound, Rong Jiuci looked back and saw Murong Rong walking over wearing a cashmere sweater.
Rong Jiuci immediately strode over, pulled Murong Rong into his arms, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Why do you come out wearing so little? Isn't it cold?"
"It's okay. The room is very warm. It doesn't matter if I come out." Murong Rong raised his head and looked at Rong Jiuci: "Did something bad happen to you?"
"No."
"Liar." Murong Rong raised her hand and touched Rong Jiuci's brow with her fingertips: "You are almost wrinkled into a pimple. And..."
She looked at the cigarette Rong Jiuci held between her fingers: "You are smoking."
And Rong Jiuci knew that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he never smoked in front of her.
Rong Jiuci smiled: "You know me well."
Murong Rong snorted: "Of course."
After a pause, she said: "Jiuchi, I won't ask you what happened. If you don't tell me, you must think you can't tell me. I understand you. But I hope you can understand one thing, that is, no matter what
No matter what happens, I will be by your side."
Rong Jiuci said nothing and hugged Murong Rong tightly.
Murong Rong only stayed in Rong Jiuci's arms for a short while, and then pushed him away: "My whole body is full of cigarette smoke, it smells terrible."
After saying that, he walked away in disgust.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong's back until he couldn't see it anymore, then he looked away and looked at the corner: "How is the investigation going?"
The shadow came out and whispered: "We didn't find out that Qin Yehan met this stylist, but we found out that they went to a place together."
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but sneer: "This Qin Yehan really impresses me."
Shadow lowered his head and said nothing.
Rong Jiuci stood outside for a while before returning to the main house.
When he entered, Chen Chen and Mrs. Rong were both there. Murong Rong was holding a storybook and telling Chen Chen a story in a gentle voice.
Chen Chen sat obediently on the sofa and listened carefully. He didn't look stupid like that.
Madam Rong sat watching and noticed that her son was sitting nearby. She couldn't help but asked expectantly: "Jiu Ci, you see Chen Chen is getting better. Should you let Murong Rong spend more time with Chen Chen?"
Will you feel better soon?"
Rong Jiuci shook his head: "Mr. Zheng just checked Chen Chen last night, and his condition still hasn't improved. His brain is damaged, and if he can't find an antidote, Chen Chen won't get better."
Mrs. Rong was very disappointed, and then she couldn't help but get angry at Rong Jiuci: "What's the matter with you? Have you ever cursed your son like this? He is obviously much better now!"
As soon as Mrs. Rong dropped the topic, Chen Chen laughed again, with a silly look on his face.