Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 90
"Okay!" Xue Liheng replied, and the other end had hung up the line neatly.

"Hiss..." Holding on to the edge of the bed, he took a long breath, put away his phone, and with the help of his assistant, took Jiang Mushuang into the car and left the private hospital quietly.

The night was deep, and the breeze blowing slowly slipped into the small attic through the window with a hint of coolness.

Under the pale light, Yu Ziying crouched in a corner with a haggard face and dull eyes.The clothes on his body hadn't been changed for a long time, and he kept emitting a sour smell.

She couldn't remember how long she had been locked up here, and she didn't know whether her daughter was alive or dead.

Every day when I open my eyes, the screen of the only TV in the room is full of scenes of me and my boyfriend messing around.

Erosion and horror.

In the silence, someone's footsteps came up the stairs.

She held her breath, listened carefully for a second, and shrank instinctively.

After a while, with a numb expression, she randomly tore away the sundries around her, and piled them on her body, eager to hide herself.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open from the outside, and a pair of slender feet in high-heeled shoes stepped on the messy floor and entered the room calmly.

Yu Ziying stared at the person in front of her in dismay, and shrank back subconsciously.

However, there is only a cold and hard wall behind her, and she has no way to retreat!

Jian Yunshang put her index finger under her nose, blocked her breath impatiently, and squatted down jokingly: "Are you afraid?"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, looked around the room with sharp and cold eyebrows, and looked down at the person in the corner, with sarcasm from the corner of his lips: "Is this room very familiar, and revisiting the old place, do you feel very happy?"

The air froze in an instant, Yu Ziying's lips trembled, and she let out a shrill "woo woo" scream, her empty eyes slowly opened to the maximum as if seeing a terrifying monster.

Jiang Muchen was standing at the stairs, with a complicated expression in his eyes, his eyes passed through the dusty air, and locked on the little woman in the room with a bleak back.

There are obviously multiple meanings in her words just now, Yu Ziying understands, but she doesn't.

Stepping forward with long legs, he put his hand on her waist domineeringly, and said in a soft voice, "It's all over, this woman will never have another chance in this life to hurt you and Yun Rong."

Jian Yunshang closed her eyes slowly, and it took a long time to open them with difficulty, and told Shen Liang without any anger: "Brother Liang, send her to Xishan Nursing Home, and live next door to that person."

When you hate someone, you don't even bother to say the name from your own mouth.

Shen Liangliang nodded, motioned for his subordinates to set up Yu Ziying, and went downstairs first.

"Also, break her hands and feet." Jian Yunshang's indifferent voice echoed coldly with the wind blowing in from the window.

The soles of Yu Ziying's feet felt weak, and she finally screamed out of fear.

"Are you afraid? Back then when you took advantage of Yunrong's poor spirits and beat him, you should have thought that this day would happen to you too." Jian Yunshang snorted lightly, walked out of the attic with a cold face, and opened the door to the balcony.

Jiang Muchen frowned slightly, a little uncomfortable with her cold and brutal appearance, but still followed.

The dark brown wooden floor of the sauna has faded, and the rotten edges and corners are raised ferociously, and the dark moss underneath is wantonly exposed to the clear light of the moon.

The memory goes back to 8 years ago. There are precious flowers planted all around here, and the flowers are sweet and intoxicating all year round.

Things are different, and she can never go back to the past.

Downstairs, the light beams of the car's high beams gradually faded away. Jian Yunshang raised her head and stared at the waning moon in the sky.

The dry eye sockets gradually turned wet.

Jiang Muchen folded his pocket with one hand, countless words of comfort filled his throat, but in the end he just sighed faintly, stepped forward and hugged her thin and frail shoulders: "Go back, it's too late, Yunrong will be worried."

Jian Yunrong turned her head and nodded lightly at him, then walked downstairs.

Silently returned to Gu's other courtyard, Jian Yunshang entered the door and left Jiang Muchen alone in the living room, and went to the work area alone.

Zhao Zijing's capture was worthy of congratulations, but he felt vaguely that Gu Xuzhi couldn't get anything out of his mouth.

After swiftly analyzing the materials copied from the company, his eyes glanced at Tianji who had been properly placed, and his red lips subconsciously pursed.

She put down the mouse, and stretched habitually, not wanting to hurt her back: "Hiss..."

"Take care of your injury!" The man's slightly reproachful voice suddenly came from behind.

Jian Yunshang turned her head, looked up at his sharp face, and said, "Are you used to not knocking?"

Jiang Muchen walked up behind her, and his voice was rarely lowered: "Your back is bleeding again."

Jian Yunshang froze for a moment, reached out and pinched the fabric on the back and pulled it out, suddenly gasped in pain, and her small face wrinkled in one place.

Her back was more than bleeding, and some scabs were tightly glued to the shirt.

"Don't move!" Jiang Muchen's starry eyes darkened, he leaned over to pick up the scissors on the table, and carefully cut the clothes along the wound.

Due to her back injury, Jian Yunshang only wore nipple stickers today. After cutting off the clothes, she felt a cool breeze blowing into her chest, but her body felt faintly hot.

Jiang Muchen couldn't help swallowing, restrained himself, turned around and walked out. "Go back to your room and wait for me."

No matter how it sounds, it doesn't taste right...

But Jian Yunshang didn't have time to worry about it too much, so she turned off the computer reluctantly, got up and walked to the bedroom.

The light in the room was bright, and the man squatted in front of the bedside table, taking out the necessary medicine and tools from the home medicine box with a focused expression.

Jian Yunshang's eyes lingered on his back for a moment, took her pajamas uncomfortably, and went to the bathroom to scrub her body first.

After changing into her pajamas and coming back, she didn't even look at him, and lay down on the bed.

Jiang Muchen didn't speak, but a warm look of distress floated in his narrow and deep eyes, and he gently lifted up her pajamas.

"Don't go to the company tomorrow, take a good rest, you won't make much money anyway." His voice was hoarse and deep, his eyes were so gentle that they melted into water, and he slowly swept across her bloody back.

Jian Yunshang narrowed her eyes, endured the pain, felt the temperature of his palm against her back, and remained silent.

"I've booked the hotel room, and I'll take you there early tomorrow morning." Seeing that she didn't answer, Jiang Muchen suddenly felt a little bit unbearable: "I'll tell Yun Rong later that you went back to Jiang's mansion to accompany my mother. .”

The thick warm current stirred the bottom of my heart instantly, and when Jian Yunshang opened her mouth, what she said was: "No need, this little injury can't kill anyone."

"Ahem..." With a light cough, she blushed and muttered softly, "After taking the medicine, go back to the guest room and sleep."

(End of this chapter)