Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 620 She was bullied to death by him
She lowered her voice: "Doctor Ding, Master Qiao's leg...can it really be cured?"

"There's something wrong with the nerve compression system, and I'm afraid I'll spend my whole life in a wheelchair." Dr. Ding sighed.

"Is it serious? What other injuries did he have?"

Ye Jiaqi didn't dare to ask Josnian face to face. Josnian must be taboo about such things.

"I also suffered a heavy blow to the head. In rainy and humid weather, I may not be able to sleep all night. Miss Ye, you must tell me what's going on."

"I see."

"Miss Ye, I will trouble you to take care of Master Qiao. I will come over on time."

"Thank you, Dr. Ding."

After seeing off Dr. Ding, Ye Jiaqi stood at the door of the villa, dazed.

It turned out that Josnian was seriously injured.

Although it has recovered, it will never be the same Josnian as before.

The cold wind blew her hair, and she stood in the wind for a long time.

The sky was vast, and there were shallow broken marks in the fundus of her eyes, like cracks on an ice cube, which gradually opened up bit by bit.

After a long time, she turned and went back to the living room.

Her things had been taken into Josnian's bedroom by the servants.

He sat alone by his bedroom window, smoking a cigarette.

When Ye Jiaqi came in, he happened to see his handsome and resolute side face shrouded in smoke.

"It's not good to smoke too much." Ye Jiaqi taught him a lesson.

She knelt down and began to pack her things.

His bedroom was big enough, and there was an empty wardrobe that seemed to be reserved for her.

Josnian curled his lips, stubbed out his cigarette, and turned to look at her.

The way she squatted on the ground to pack her things was very well-behaved, like a docile kitten, with its sharp claws put away.

Today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

He remembered that when she was 20 years old, on the eighth day of the eighth day, she squatted on the ground to pack her luggage like this.

That day, he also lost his temper with her for no reason.

Later, she was bullied to death by him, and she cried so much.

He looked at her, his burning gaze fell on her face.

Ye Jiaqi looked up and met his gaze.

She smiled: "I can tidy up later. Your room is very big, so I'll sleep on the sofa in the future."

"The bed is so big, why sleep on a sofa." Josnian was dissatisfied.

"This is not good." Ye Jiaqi refused, "I don't sleep well, and you will not sleep well."

"Is it because I didn't sleep honestly, or because I'm afraid that I'm doing something wrong? Huh?"

"No." Ye Jiaqi denied.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, and I don't have the strength." Josnian said flatly.

The smoke between his fingers was burning bit by bit, and there was a touch of sadness in his tone.

This sadness is like lilacs in the spring rain, spreading in the air bit by bit, filling every space.

"That's up to you." Ye Jiaqi compromised, feeling panicked.

Josnian rarely spoke to her in such a tone, it's not like Josnian.

The all-powerful Master Qiao has fallen to this point.

Ye Jiaqi understood him.

Sentiment filled my heart.

Like rain, converging into a river, and like white mist, a vast expanse.

Ye Jiaqi hung all the clothes in the closet and placed the daily necessities on the table.

Just as she was done, Josnian took out another cigarette from the cigarette case.

Ye Jiaqi walked over and snatched his unlit cigarettes and cigarette case.

Josnian frowned.

"Smoking is bad!" She taught him, just like he taught her before, "Since the body still needs to be recuperated, smoking and drinking are not allowed in the future."

Josnian, on the other hand, smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)