After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

"What beads?"

Shang Hexing's tone was a little confused and a little surprised.

Wen Zhi explained to him: "The Buddhist beads with the ghost face pattern were left to me by my mother. There are two bunches in total. The other one was accidentally taken away by Chong Wanying."

She couldn't fall asleep after putting the beads on Zhong Wanying, and she still hasn't figured out what went wrong.

Is it a problem with the beads?

Or was it because she was too nervous at the time and couldn't fully enter the dream?

"Can you describe what the Buddhist beads look like?" Shang Hexing suddenly asked again.

"Wait a minute. I'll get another bunch to show you. Once you see it, you'll know what it looks like." Wen Zhi turned around and went inside.

Shang Hexing looked at Wen Zhi's back as he hurriedly went in to get the beads, and a dark color flashed across his eyes, which was dark and unclear.

Soon, Wen Zhi came out with a string of Buddhist beads.

This string of prayer beads was always worn on her hand, and she did not take it off even when the wound was being treated at the hospital.Later, she woke up once and felt that her hands were tingling, so she took it off and put it under the pillow.

She felt that Shang Hexing should have seen it today, but she didn't pay much attention.

"Look, there are Buddhist beads like this." Wen Zhi came to the sofa and sat down, then handed the string of Buddhist beads he took out to Shang Hexing to look at.

There was some blood on the beads, but it had all dried up.

When Shang Hexing reached out to take it, Wen Zhi retracted his hand again: "I'd better go wash it, and I found my blood on the beads."

Shang Hexing didn't mind. He took the beads from Wen Zhi's hand and picked them up with his fingertips.

The lights in the ward are bright, and the color of the beads is visible to the naked eye under the light.

"The color and appearance are very good, and they are priceless." He commented impartially.

Wen Zhi was very happy when he heard what he said: "My mother said this is an ancestral treasure, and it is only passed on to daughters, not sons."

Shang Hexing rubbed the beads with his fingertips, and some of the dried blood rubbed on his fingertips. He asked casually: "What are the functions of the beads?"

The words fall.

Wen Zhi looked at Shang Hexing with an incredible expression.

Shang Hexing smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhi pursed his lips: "Why do you ask that?"

No wonder Wen Zhi was so surprised. She had never told Shang Hexing about the secret of the beads.Although Meng Fan also knew it, it was even more impossible for Meng Fan to tell it.

Just now, when Shang Hexing suddenly asked about the function of this string of Buddhist beads, Wen Zhi was shocked.

Doesn't he know anything?

"Just asking casually, this Buddhist bead looks..." Shang Hexing rubbed the bead with his fingertips and whispered: "It's very spiritual."

It turned out to be this reason, which scared her.

Wen Zhi took the beads back from his hand and said, "My mother also said that these beads are very spiritual."

When Shang Hexing saw Wen Zhi anxiously taking back the beads, he couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm afraid I'll take a fancy to you and ask you for them?"

"No..." Wen Zhi clutched the beads nervously and said in an unnatural tone: "There is blood on the beads, and it rubbed on your hand."

Shang Hexing suddenly asked: "If I asked you for this Buddhist bead, would you give it to me?"

Wen Zhi was suddenly stopped by these words.

She bit her lower lip and hesitated and gave reasons: "...Buddha beads, you can't give them away if they are stained with blood."

Shang Hexing asked: "What is this statement?"

Wen Zhi opened his mouth and said, "Blood is unlucky and will bring about bloody disasters."

After the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Dusk has fallen outside the window, and the streets have already been lit up with brilliant colors.

Wen Zhi's eyes reflected the scene outside the window.

When I was in a trance, I heard Shang Hexing's voice, low and inexplicably bewitching: "Wen Zhi."

Wen Zhi's heart felt numb and he said honestly: "...Actually, this Buddhist bead has a secret, but I can't tell you now."

The smile on Shang Hexing's lips got even bigger. He stretched his hands to the back of Wen Zhi's neck: "Then when are you going to tell me this secret?"

The two of them were breathing too close at this time, and Wen Zhi didn't dare to look at him.

Mingming had already done a lot of more intimate things, but she was always shy and uncomfortable when facing him.

Just like now, not only was her heart numb, but she was also numb.

"Wait, wait for me,..." She hesitated. "Okay, tell me when you want to tell me." Shang Hexing propped himself up and leaned over: "Tell me about another thing."

Wen Zhi moved back a little and immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Shang Hexing pressed her back with a little force on his arm: "When you return to Baishi, stay with me in Qionglou."

Wen Zhi was slightly stunned.

She used to live in Qionglou only temporarily.

But this time, Shang Hexing did not mean temporary residence, but permanent residence.

To put it simply, it means living together.

But this time Wen Zhi deliberately pretended not to understand: "Are you afraid that I won't have anywhere to go?"

"Yes." He answered according to her words, looking straight at her with his deep eyes, his thoughts clearly revealed.

Wen Zhi was embarrassed: "But I have somewhere to go."

He guessed it and looked very calm: "Are you planning to go back to the Wen family?"

Wen Zhi hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yes, go back to Wen's house."

Shang Hexing did not force it: "Yes, I will arrange a personal assistant for you."

"No." Wen Zhi refused without thinking.

Shang Hexing frowned in displeasure: "You don't want an assistant. What will you do if Wen Yiwan bullies you?"

Wen Zhi said directly: "I will fight back."

Hearing this, Shang Hexing's intriguing eyes fell on Wen Zhi's gauze-covered hand.

In fact, if Wen Zhi said this in normal times, there would be no problem in saying it.

But now Wen Zhi's hand was injured.

If Wen Yiwan really bullied her, I'm afraid there really would be no room for fighting back.

Wen Zhi still wanted to show off his strength, but suddenly he heard Shang Hexing sigh: "You are still injured on your hand, how can you trust me that you will return to Wen's house alone?"

Wen Zhi whispered: "You can't come back to Wen's house with me."

"It's not impossible." He said.

Wen Zhi was stunned for a moment. She looked at Shang Hexing's expression and it didn't look like he was talking casually.

"This...is not good." She shook her head.

Shang Hexing asked her, "Why is it bad? Is it because I'm afraid that people will think that I'm just like my uncle, planning to marry into your Wen family?"

Wen Zhi's cheeks flushed slightly: "This will damage your reputation."

Shang Hexing's hand on the back of Wen Zhi's neck naturally fell and lay across her back: "Is there anything wrong with me staying at my fiancée's house?"

"Fiancée?" She was surprised.

Shang Hexing calmly said: "After Mr. Zhou's birthday party, everyone else thought so."

"Forget it, I won't tell you anymore." Wen Zhi was afraid that if he continued talking, Shang Hexing would really decide to stay with Wen's family for a while.

She quickly got up and went to bed.

Shang Hexing had a smile in his eyes. He looked away and took out his mobile phone. There were several unanswered calls in silent mode.

He opened it and looked at the missed calls. They were all from Shang Jizhou.

He didn't return Shang Jizhou's call. After sending a message to Chen Jinhuai to get the beads, he put his phone on the sofa, got up and went into the house.

The bed in the VIP ward is 1.8 meters wide, which is enough for two people to sleep on. However, Shang Hexing took Wen Zhi's hand injury into consideration and was afraid of squeezing her, so he slept on the innermost bed.

The floor lamp in the corner is not turned off, but it will not affect sleep.

Wen Zhi had slept all afternoon and felt no sleepiness at night.Shang Hexing didn't speak, and she didn't speak either. The atmosphere was quiet, as if they were not in the same room.

I don't know how long it took, but just a few seconds after Wen Zhi closed his eyes, he suddenly heard Shang Hexing's voice.

"Are you still angry about what happened that day?"

Wen Zhi opened his eyes and asked, "What happened that day?"

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Although Wen Zhi was slow, if he thought about it carefully, what else could happen if what Shang Hexing said at this moment was combined with what happened not long ago?

Probably because he almost hurt her at the old house.