"In the past, it was my fault that I pushed you too hard. In the future, I will never do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable again."
Shen Jing felt that his handsome face, as pale as blood loss, had a broken and sickly beauty, which made Tang Qiaoer feel in a trance.
She coughed lightly, put the medicine bottle in her hand on the table, and then stood up, "For the second course of treatment, remember to take it on time. Let's go."
"No need, take it back." The man shook his head.
"Shen Jingjue, what do you mean? You don't want to live anymore?"
Tang Qiaoer frowned, "You are a newbie in the business world, worth nearly 100 billion, are you willing to die?"
"No, I just feel that you don't owe me anything. Even if I save you, I am repaying you and atone for my sins."
Shen Jingjue shook his head again, "No matter how I end up, you don't have to blame yourself. What's more, I'm in better health now and no longer need to take medicine."
good? Who are you lying to?
Tang Qiao'er was very angry and sneered, "What kind of new trick is this? Retreating in order to advance? Zhao Min used this trick to defeat Zhang Wuji. It's a pity that I am not the leader of Zhang, but I am not as merciful as him."
"I know." Shen Jingjue smiled bitterly, "So for me, there are no skills, only feelings. I really don't need it anymore."
After hearing this, Tang Qiaoer felt mixed emotions in her heart, and said with a cold face: "In that case, I have nothing to say. If you don't appreciate my kindness, there is no need for me to stick my face to your cold butt. I'm not that mean. .
After this course of treatment, you don’t need to take any more medicine. The medicine is only half poisonous, and taking too much is not good. Wish yourself luck. "
After saying that, she wanted to leave, but Shen Jingjue reached out to stop her.
"It's rare that you come to me. It's cold outside. Let's have a cup of hot tea before leaving. I'll make it soon."
Tang Qiaoer hesitated for a moment, but unexpectedly, she didn't reject him.
She sat back on the sofa and watched Shen Jingjue's tall and handsome back walking toward the kitchen.
In her mind, she recalled what her elder brother had said to her.
In terms of sincerity in treating people, she and Shen Jingjue are the same type of people. Whoever they identify with, they always want to dig out their hearts and show them to the other person.
It's a pity that he once dismissed her when she loved him so passionately. From now on, it would be really difficult for her to open her heart to him again.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise——
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the cup falling to the ground and breaking!
"Shen Jingjue?!"
Tang Qiaoer's heart skipped a beat, and she stood up and ran straight to the kitchen!
On the marble floor, the ceramic cup was broken.
Shen Jingjue was kneeling on the broken porcelain, with one hand supporting the ground and the other hand firmly grasping the edge of the table. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his breathing was weak and labored.
"You...what's wrong with you?!"
Tang Qiaoer's face changed with shock, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help him stand up.
But the sick man's body was too heavy, and she couldn't lift him even with all her strength.
There was no other way. Tang Qiaoer could only squat down and pull away the sharp fragments with both hands, fearing that he would fall down at any time and cut his body!
"Qiao'er...Qiao'er..."
Shen Jingjue raised his head with all his strength, his cheeks were red from the heat, and his eyes were blurred and unfocused.
Tang Qiaoer was shocked and hurriedly touched his forehead...
It's as hot as a boiling kettle!
"How could this happen? Why do you have a fever?!"
Tang Qiaoer was distraught, frightened and angry, and shouted at him with red eyes, "Have you taken your medicine on time? Bastard!"
Shen Jing felt that his breathing was hot and he was confused by the fever. Based on his instinctive consciousness, he opened his arms and hugged the woman in front of him who he loved deeply.
"Qiao'er...please give me a little love...please...give me a little..."
Tang Qiaoer's heart was surging, her lips were slightly open, and her eyes slowly turned red with surprise.
"Shen Jingjue, you..."
"I want you to... give me some love."
From the depths of Shen Jingjue's dry throat, a vague and hoarse sound rolled out, trembling at her heartstrings, "But I'm afraid...because I know that I'm not worthy..."
