The Only Person I Bow Down Is Her

Although sleepy, he was physically uncomfortable, so that he couldn't sleep well throughout the night. He was stable, and she woke up and fell asleep again. Jian Chu didn't know how long she slept, nor did she hear the alarm clock. Leung Jingxing was awakened in a daze.

"Get up and eat something before going to sleep." Liang Jingxing bent over and stood by the bed and touched her face, "Otherwise, hypoglycemia will occur again."

Jian Chu barely opened her eyes, Liang Jingxing helped her up, she sat there in a daze for a while, and then got out of bed to wash.

After she washed up, she changed the sanitary products and came out of the bathroom. Liang Jingxing also changed her clothes and came out of the cloakroom. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers.

He always prefers to wear black, looks serious and cold.

"Breakfast is for you." Liang Jingxing lifted his chin to the terrace outside the bedroom, and pinched the cufflinks on his left hand with his right hand.

Jian Chu said, patted the essence on his face, and turned to the terrace.

On the terrace, there was a small table, two wicker chairs. On the table, there were trays with milk, sandwiches, and a plate of fruit salad. Jian Chu handed him a wicker chair and sat down.

Liang Jingxing stood in the room, across the glass window, watching her sitting there drinking milk obediently, and putting on the cufflinks on the other side.

"I strive to come back early tonight to accompany you." After that, he turned a few steps, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and left the room.

Jian Chu put down the milk, took a bite of the sandwich, did not respond to him.

After breakfast, Jian Chu leaned on the railing of the terrace, looking at the back garden with flowers and greenery in front of him. The morning sun fell on the swimming pool, and the reflected light resembled broken gold and silver jewelry.

Although this villa is large, it is not as broad as the outside world. Jian Chuan glanced around, and it is not difficult to find that there are black-clothed bodyguards hidden in key places around.

She supported her cheek and sighed heavily.

Vaguely hearing the sound of the mobile phone vibrating, she recovered and went inside to get her mobile phone.

Caller ID-Wang Zheng.

"Hello?" She picked it up and put it to her ear, and sat down along the edge of the bed.

"Have you settled the matter over there? When will you come?" Wang Zheng asked.

"It's coming soon." Jian Chu was anxious himself, "I will call you when I pass by."

Wang Zheng: "Good?."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Chu leaned back on the bed, staring at the crystal lamp on the ceiling and pondering for a while.

Then she sat up again, clutched her belly and walked out of the room.

Achi remained at the top of the stairs and looked over when he heard the movement.

Jian Chu leaned on the door frame, hugged his belly and bent down, with an expression that was about to die of pain, "I'm dying, Brother Chi, my stomach is good? It hurts."

Achi hurried over to help her, "What's the matter?"

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" She squatted down as if she was unsteady in pain, "Girl, how many days are there every month?"

Achi blushed and scratched his ears, "Then, what about me?...I can't help you, right."

"Won't you send me to the hospital?" Jian Chu raised his head, his facial features wrinkled, "You idiot!"

"..."

Achi stunned, and took out the phone from his pocket, "This? I have to ask Mr. Liang for instructions."

"Hurry up." Jian Chu was mentally prepared and squatted on the ground to urge him.

Achi quickly finished calling Liang Jingxing and told him clearly about the situation. Liang Jingxing knew that she was coming on an official holiday, so naturally he would not doubt that, so Achi rushed to take her to the hospital.

Jian Chu got on the car to the hospital as he wished.

However, as soon as Achi started the car, Liang Jingxing called again.

Achi put on the Bluetooth headset and moved the car out of the garage while turning the steering wheel while listening to his instructions.

Jian Chu was sitting behind Achi. There were two people in the car. She could vaguely hear Liang Jingxing confess to him? Which hospital to send her to, and tell him? Want to watch? She, finally said something about him? Come here later.

It seems that after Shicai hung up the phone with Achi, Liang Jingxing pondered over there, and then began to doubt the authenticity of her calling for stomach ache?

Jian Chu sighed imperceptibly, and rubbed his forehead with his hand on the car window.

She doesn't have a stomachache now, and she has a headache!

Achi hung up the conversation with Liang Jingxing, glanced in the endoscope, and saw her holding her forehead silently, and asked: "Jian Chuxiao? Is sister okay?"

Jane didn't raise her head at the beginning, didn't she respond angrily: "Do you think I look good like this?"

Achi: "..."

He? silently, stepped on the accelerator and the car flew out of the garage.

After about forty or fifty minutes, Achi sent her to a private clinic in the suburbs.

This? It was prescribed by an old Chinese doctor. Five years ago, when Jian Chu first came to Liang Jingxing's side, because he hadn't been able to keep up with his nutrition, lack of qi and blood, he was weak as soon as he had a period. It was like a serious illness. She was still sweating in pain. How many hospitals did Liang Jingxing change for her, and how many doctors she found, but none of them could be cured. Later, after being recommended by someone, she found this old Chinese doctor to completely cure her.

Now think about it, she hasn't relapsed in these years, and now she suddenly said that she has relapsed. It is no wonder that Liang Jingxing hung up the phone and called again, specifically instructing Achi to watch carefully, there is a high probability that she is pretending to be suspected.

But it's better to come out than stay in another villa, maybe she can find a chance and slip away under their noses.

After the car stopped, Achi stepped down from the front and opened the back seat door for her.

Jian Chu got out of the car pretending to be weak, and walked slowly inside while looking at the surroundings of the clinic.

Or first? The old Chinese doctor took her pulse, asked some questions, and then prescribed some conditioning medicine for her.

Jian Chu came out of the doctor's office and saw Liang Jingxing standing in the corridor at the door.

Hearing the movement behind him, Liang Jingxing turned his head and glanced at the list in her hand, "How's it going?"

Jian Chu handed him the list in his hand, "I prescribed some medicine."

"Yeah." Liang Jingxing took the order and came forward and hugged her.

He hugged her along the long corridor and walked from here to the other. When she passed the bathroom, she tilted her head and glanced in, scanned the window, turned her eyes, and then stopped.

"You go get the medicine, I'll go to the bathroom." She said, walking to the women's bathroom as if she were normal.

Liang Jingxing's gaze followed her and glanced out of the window. This is the suburbs here. It looks like a wasteland, and the grass is about to grow as tall as a person.

"Jian Chu." Before she pushed the door in, Liang Jingxing called her a second.

Jianchu paused, then turned around, "What?"

Liang Jingxing stood there looking at her, "Don't think about running away, you know, it's dangerous."

Nothing can escape his eyes, Jian Chu was hit hard, pursing his lips, frowning irritably, "How can I run like this now?"

"It's fine if you know?" Liang Jingxing didn't break through her directly, and turned around to fetch her medicine.

After leaving the clinic, Liang Jingxing personally sent Jian Chu back to the villa.

Aunt Chen has already prepared the food. Jian Chu was so troubled by this that he had a bad appetite. After half a bowl of rice, he put down his chopsticks and went upstairs to rest alone.

After Liang Jingxing had finished eating, he brought the Chinese medicine that Aunt Chen had helped make up.

Jian Chu was lying on the bed, feeling the smell of the Chinese medicine and vomiting.

"Get up and drink." Liang Jingxing sat on the edge of the bed, holding the bowl of medicine, and patted her back.

Jian Chu buried his face in the pillow and covered the smell of medicine with the residual fragrance on the pillow. The urn sounded angrily and said, "I'll drink it later."

Liang Jingxing guessed that she was probably pretending, so she didn't force her to drink it and put the bowl of medicine on the cabinet next to it.

He has business to do in the company, he leaned down, kissed her ear, "Well at home? Okay? Rest." Then he got up and left the room.

Jian Chu pricked his ears and heard his footsteps go far, quickly got up and picked up the bowl of medicine on the cabinet, and ran into the bathroom and dumped it.

Liang Jingxing went downstairs, and when he passed the restaurant, he saw Aunt Chen cleaning up the remnants there.

"She didn't? How did you eat? You go up in the afternoon? Go and ask her if she is hungry. At night? I will make her lighter, boil some qi and blood soup." He? Going out?

Aunt Chen nodded and said, "Okay?"

Jian Chu was bored in the bedroom, ready to go to the study room to read "The Little Prince" which was not finished last time.

Not long after sitting down in the study room, the mobile phone placed on the book table vibrated twice one after another.

She looked up from the book and glanced up, and saw Wen Ning sending her a message:

"Have you made it clear to Liang Jingxing? Yes?"

"He? Did you let you go?"

Jian Chu unlocked the screen and replied: "No? Yes."

"He? This? He refuses to let go, but he still seems reluctant to let you go."

"Yes, I can't bear it." Jian Chu smiled bitterly. She now sees one more clearly? Fact, "A pet that has been raised for five years suddenly says to leave, how can she be willing to let her go? Pets are only for being abandoned, no ? Have the right to choose the owner."

He doesn't give her a little bit of freedom now, doesn't treat her as a human at all, but is his pet.

At this time, the door of the study room was knocked from outside, and then Aunt Chen pushed in and asked her what she would like to eat for afternoon tea.

Suddenly, Jian Chu's brain flashed, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even if you don’t? People treat themselves as pets, but they can’t treat themselves as pets, don’t they?

"Steak."

Aunt Chen: "..."

Steak for afternoon tea?

But seeing her unhappy, Aunt Chen didn't dare to object, and said to her, "Okay."

When Aunt Chen was cooking steak, Jian Chu opened the ticketing software on her phone and booked herself a three-hour flight from Beijiang to Nancheng.

After half an hour, Aunt Chen brought a freshly fried fillet steak to her. She was afraid that she would get tired. She also paired it with fruit salad and a glass of warm water.

Jian Chu sat on the terrace of the room, finished eating slowly, then stamped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and wiped off the oil stains on the knife by the way.

She can only make a desperate move now.

Wiping the knife clean, she picked up the white porcelain plate containing the steak, lifted it up, and slammed it on the ground.

At the top of the stairs, Achi heard the sound and ran to the bedroom.

He opened the door, and Jian Chu was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. He rushed in and saw the ground on the terrace. Jian Chu was lying on the ground, beside a piece of broken porcelain.

"Little Jianchu? Sister." Achi squatted over and helped him up.

Jian Chu found the right time, grabbed the knife at hand, and approached Achi's neck.

The cold and sharp metal touch made Achi froze, and immediately did not dare to move.

"Sister Jianchu? Are you...no? This? Necessary."

Wouldn't Jian Chu talk to him? Nonsense, "Raise your hand to me."

Although Achi raised his hands obediently, he did not forget to remind her, "Sister Jianchu? Sister, you should know what I did before? Do you think relying on this? A steak cutting knife can threaten her. To me?"

Of course not with a knife, but Liang Jingxing can. Jian Chu also reminded him? Two sentences: "If you dare to turn me around, I will say that you have been thinking about me for a long time. These? Two days? While he is away, don’t you treat me less..."

She clicked to the end, "Guess, if I do this? What do you say to him? What do you mean, how would he react?"

This? For Achi, it is a more lethal weapon than the knife on the neck. He said helplessly: "Sister Jianchu, you are too much."

"Stop talking nonsense, right away? Call and ask your men to leave."

"good?."

Achi was threatened by her and had to do what she said.

When the bodyguards were all removed, Jian Chu held Achi into the corridor and called Aunt Chen out on the first floor.

Aunt Chen poked her head out, walked into the living room, saw her holding a knife at Achi, screamed in fright, and covered her mouth.

"Don't be nervous, Aunt Chen, as long as you don't inform Liang Jingxing, I won't hurt you." Jian Chu stood on the edge of the corridor, calming her.

"Now you listen to me, put the trophy of my luggage in the car?"

"Good, good, sister Jianchu, don't be impulsive."

Aunt Chen was afraid of causing death, so she hurriedly followed her request.

When everything was ready, Jian Chu took Achi to the garage, and looked back at the person behind him who was scared with his eyes wide open. "Aunt Chen, I will trouble you for the last time and don't call Liang Jingxing."

Aunt Chen waved her hand straight, "No fight, no fight."

"Brother Chi, I'm sorry." Jian Chu retracted his gaze, moved the knife in his hand down, and pierced Achi's thigh fiercely.

He lifted the knife and fell, only to hear Achi's painful groan/groan, and then he was pushed to the ground.

Jian Chu bent down and sat in the car, closed the door, Shi Cai's right hand holding the knife was full of blood.

The steak cutting knife was so slippery that when the force was applied, the palm of the hand holding the handle of the knife slid down, cutting the palm of the hand. But now she doesn't care so much, she endures the pain, pushes on the car key, and starts the car to gallop away.

On the way to the airport, the blood in Jian Chu's hands kept flowing out, and half of the steering wheel was gradually wetted, and the blood kept dripping down.

Coming down from the elevated bridge, looking at the signpost of the airport not far ahead, she did not dare to relax, holding the steering wheel tightly and continuing to drive forward.

Suddenly, behind the car came the sound of car horns one after another, and she subconsciously glanced into the rearview mirror.

Seeing that the rear vehicle is like a beast coming out of its cage, it is quickly narrowing the distance with her car at an astonishing speed, and the roar of the engine is mixed with the sound of the car's whistle.

In the blink of an eye, he whizzed past and ran to the front to try to stop her car.

Forced by the situation, Jane had to step on the brakes.

She looked at the frosted black sports car, even the wheels are black. This is a limited edition sports car of Aston Martin, and there is only one in Beijiang.

And the owner of this sports car...yes, it's Liang Jingxing.

The sound of howling engines came to an abrupt end in the rear, and three other sports cars of different colors stopped one after another, trapping her in it, like a pack of wolves hunting for prey.

Liang Jingxing got down from the front cab of the black sports car and walked back angrily.

He yanked the car door, and Jian Chu was dragged out by him.

The man was angry, and his movements were absolutely irrelevant to gentleness. Jian Chu felt that his arm was about to be broken by him. He raised his other hand and wanted to loosen him, but when he touched that one, The hand hurts so that she takes a breath?

Liang Jingxing found her whole hand dripping blood, frowned, and grabbed the wrist of her hand.

The cut on the palm of his hand was shocking.

"In order to leave me, don't you need your hands?" he asked gritted his teeth, his chest throbbing pain, as if the knife cut on his heart.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is still at eight o'clock tomorrow morning