The items on the desk were scattered all over the floor, and Zhuli felt his body tremble suddenly, and his palms dug into his back.
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"Why are you crying?"
Jing Huaizhi looked into her eyes while adjusting his clothes.
Hearing this, her little face wrinkled up and she almost stared at him with red eyes.
Not wanting to answer, he quickly stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.
Unexpectedly, he pulled the ligament too hard, and there was a painful expression on his face.
He bent his body and put his palms on the roots of his hind legs.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Huai asked with a serious face.
Zhuli didn't want to talk to him at all now. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and limped to open the door.
"Do you need help?"
He stood behind Zhuli, with his palms turned up, looking very enthusiastic.
Zhuli's clear eyes sparkled with light.
If she trusts him again she will be a dog!
Pressing the door handle, I didn't want to wait for a second longer.
Taking the elevator, I felt a little more at ease.
Fortunately it was lunch break so not many people knew she was here.
Ding-
The elevator door opened, and she moved slowly while holding on to the wall.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I got out of the elevator, I bumped into Guan Zheng holding a plastic artificial flower.
Zhuli didn't want to waste her saliva with him, so she lowered her head and pretended not to notice.
"Bamboo pear."
Guan Zheng carried the fake flowers behind his back and ran to her happily.
"Is there something wrong with the supervisor?"
Seeing that she couldn't escape, she casually said hello.
Guan was staring at her with an uncontrollable evil smile on his lips.
"It was all my fault before, do you think we still have a chance?"
Zhuli's eyes were mixed with a look, and he suddenly sneered.
Guan Zheng did not go into the meaning of her smile and continued to add: "I don't dislike you being abandoned by Mr. Jing, don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he brought the plastic artificial flowers he had prepared in advance to her from behind.
He said again with a serious face: "Zhuli, give me another chance, okay?"
She tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved in contempt.
"Is the hospital closed today?"
Guan Zheng made a confused sound and then shook his head.
"Then why were you released?"
There was a trace of ridicule in Zhuli's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows provocatively.
Guan Zheng: "..."
After finishing speaking, she said nothing more to him and staggered back to the operations department.
Behind him, Guan Zheng looked at his retreating figure, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Brother Liu, I'm trying to regain her trust."
"We are proceeding as planned."
Operations
"Pear, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Han'er was the first to notice Zhuli limping in and held her arm with concern.
Zhuli waved her hands and pursed her lips: "It's okay. I fell in a hurry while walking and strained the ligament."
Qin Han'er and He Xiang looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, we thought you were beaten like this by Mr. Jing."
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."
He Xiang laughed dryly and rubbed his hands.
Zhuli's cheeks quickly turned crimson and she sat awkwardly on the swivel chair.
Might as well be beaten!
When he was looking for the whereabouts of his cell phone, the cell phone inside his pocket rang first.
She fumbled and took it out and raised it to her ear: "Hey Xingyan."
Zhuli couldn't help but frown when the lively sounds of market going and talking came from the other side of the receiver.
"Cousin, I am taking Suisui out to buy daily necessities."
There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the microphone, and she guessed that Ren Xingyan should have arrived.
"Okay, then I won't disturb you."
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't forget it."
After a long while, Zhu Suisui replied: "Okay sister."
Ren Xingyan was haggling with the stall owner and forgot to hang up the phone.
The sky is getting dark and everything is depressed.
Zhuli lay on the bed when she came back from get off work, not wanting to move or eat her dinner.
All strength was exhausted during the day.
squeak-
The door was pushed open from the outside. She was a little confused in her sleep and did not open her eyes to find out who it was.
Suddenly, there was a chill on my back, and the quilt seemed to have been lifted off.
The pillow cover was clenched tightly with her fingertips, and she didn't even have the strength to turn over.
"Who!"
Zhuli uttered two words with difficulty.
The person behind him didn't answer, but slightly bent his fingers to lift up her pants.
"You beast!"
She couldn't bear it anymore, so she propped up the mattress with her palms and turned over with all her strength.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the man's straight and slender hands stopped in mid-air.
Pulling the quilt up to his chin, his eyes filled with mist.
"I really hurt..."
Jing Huaizhi stretched out his hand to touch her chin and raised the corners of his lips: "What are you thinking about? I'll give you some medicine."
Zhuli was a little embarrassed. It seemed that she had mistakenly thought about it.
A slender arm stretched out from the quilt, pinched the corner of his clothes and shook it.
"I misunderstood you."
"Lie down."
His voice was gentle and low, making people intoxicated.
As soon as the cold ointment touched the warm skin, Zhuli couldn't help but wince.
The hot and moist palms pressed back and forth on the thin white legs.
Slowly she relaxed her vigilance and fell asleep.
Jing Huaizhi stood up, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his thin lips touched her forehead lightly.
Bear with me, who made the little girl hurt?
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Jiang Gardenia's heart felt cold as she listened to the busy tones on the phone.
"Answer the phone, answer the phone..."
As he spoke, he kept urging in his heart.
However, after calling dozens of times, the other party was still unable to answer the call.
Is something going to happen to my sister?
Her fingers tapped on the back of her phone erratically, obviously unable to calm down.
Suddenly, the phone in his palm vibrated.
She was surprised and happy, and pressed the answer button tremblingly.
"Miss Mu, my sister..."
Before she could finish speaking, the other party interrupted with a scolding.
"You still have the nerve to make demands on me?"
"Trash that can't do anything!"
Mu Airu coughed twice while covering her chest, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
A thin layer of sweat formed on Jiang Zhizi's forehead, and she tried her best to stay calm: "Please Miss Mu, please give me another chance."
Mu Airu on the other end of the phone seemed to recognize the clue and paused for a few seconds.
"So you have another idea?"
"Yes, Miss Mu."
next weekend
Zhuli, who had been lying down for a long time, wanted to stand up and move around, but still did not dare to go down the stairs.
She could only move around on the second floor. When she exited the bedroom door, she saw that Jing Huaizhi's study door was ajar.
I thought he was inside, so I wanted to go in and take a look.
Dragging his 'broken body', he moved slowly.
When he opened the door, there was no one inside, and a gust of wind blew the documents on the table to pieces.
Zhuli walked over and squatted down to help him pick it up and put it back on the table.
Folding the messy papers with green-white fingers, he folded his legs and tried to stand up.
Another gust of wind blew in through the open window, blowing one off.
"This is?"
She didn't pick it up and covered her mouth in disbelief.
