The Supporting Actress System

Although it was only a sprained ankle, which was not worth mentioning in fan Qiyu's eyes, it should be very serious for Jiang Zixi, a weaker woman.

But not only did she not show any pain on her face, but she even set her own bones. From the beginning to the end, she acted coherently, as if often injured.

It was cruel for him to be silent for a long time.

Since there is no difference, she does not need to tear the pain of the original owner to fan Qiyu to see, to satisfy fan Qiyu's curiosity.

It doesn't make any difference whether she tells the truth or not, because fan Qiyu is just a symbolic question. After asking, he is still a general in high position, and she is still the flower leader of Yushui tower.

"No, no one dares to bully me because of my family's status in yushuilou." Said Jiang Zixi.

Jiang Zixi thought about it carefully. The original owner was often beaten when he was young, and was poisoned by the poisonous insects under the clouds of Chang Shui when he grew up. This can be regarded as a frequent injury.

Injured?

"Did you often get hurt before?"

Fan Qiyu looked down at Jiang Zixi's swollen ankle:

they were all forced by life.

But when he looked at the pure eyes of shangjiangzi Xi, he found that it didn't seem like that.

Most of their smiles are charming and kind-hearted, as if they are willing to be abused.

He really felt like this before, because all the girls in Yushui building were laughing when they were courting men.

Fan Qiyu opened his mouth, but did not say a word.

God knows how much the girls in the building want to leave.

The original owner hated such a life, otherwise her wish would not be to leave Yushui building and be a normal person.

If so, who would like to live like this?

"Why?" Jiang Zi Xi laughs, "think I was born mean, born like to please men?"

I thought that Jiang Zixi had never lived a hard life.

"I looked at you all the time, so I thought..."

Fan Qiyu seemed to think of something, and his voice dropped slightly:

the only thing that was the same was that they all had a hard time.

The poor have their own laws.

"General, you often fight, don't you see any poor people?"

Jiang Zixi couldn't laugh or cry:

"it's just a disease How much can it cost? And sell your daughter? " Fan Qiyu said.

This remark obviously caused shock and psychological trauma to fan Qiyu, who was well respected and treated well. Maybe his world outlook is also collapsing, because after hearing this, he did not make a sound for a long time.

"Many years ago, my brother was ill. In order to make money to cure him, my father sold me. After several twists and turns, I came to Yushui building."

However, fan Qiyu is a noble son of the family. Although such a remark is abrupt, it makes people feel understandable.

So it's like, "why not eat minced meat?" The same absurdity.

Anyone who has some money at home, who can live on, and whose parents are a little bit intolerant, will hardly go to such places as brothels.

Can this kind of thing be chosen by oneself?

Why choose to be a brothel woman?

Jiang Zixi:

"Why did you choose to be a brothel girl?" Fan Qiyu regretted after asking, which sounds like insulting.

If she was not a brothel woman, with her endurance, he might respect her a little.

If it is, it is really hilarious to be able to install it until now.

Why didn't she cry out the pain?

His eyes finally stopped on Jiang Zixi's indifferent side face.

Fan Qiyu has been trying not to look at Jiang Zixi's ankle, but the more he does, the more he can't stop looking at Jiang Zixi's ankle.

Then there was an awkward silence.

"Well, that's good." Fan Qiyu touched his nose and said with some embarrassment.

What's more, it's urgent to go back to Yushui building and apply ice.

Fan Qiyu is not a doctor. It's useless to tell him whether he is good or not.

"Well?" Jiang Zixi didn't expect that fan Qiyu would care about himself. He took a look at fan Qiyu unexpectedly and then said with a smile, "it's OK. It's much better."

After asking, he would like to give himself a mouth, always give himself trouble to do what?

"Your feet Does it still hurt? "

Fan Qiyu didn't want to be involved with Jiang Zixi, so he tried to convince himself that he didn't see Jiang Zixi's swollen ankle. But in a moment, he couldn't help asking:

but in fact, her feet were swollen more and more, like a meat ball.

Fan Qiyu had been worried that Jiang Zixi would not be able to bear it and asked him for help, but he didn't want Jiang Zixi to walk more and more self-confident, as if her feet were OK at all.You know, fan Qiyu did not reduce the speed of half a point because of her injury.

Jiang Zixi's ankle began to hurt like a heart, so she walked very slowly. But over time, the pain numb, also not feel pain, the speed naturally also can keep up.

"Well, let's go." Fan Qiyu responded and swaggered forward, leaving Jiangzi alone to follow.

There is no self-knowledge.

She didn't think about it. Is his fan family a place where brothel women can enter?

No matter how much she liked him, he was destined not to like a brothel woman.

But Jiang Zixi is doomed to be disappointed.

At the thought of this, fan Qiyu frowned deeper, and could not see that the girl's motives were so sinister.

Is it difficult to Is it because you know he likes independent girls? So what about Jiang Zixi's deliberately setting up people in front of him?

But why does she have to support herself?

She should know that she could not refuse her if she asked him to carry her back.

Fan Qiyu's eyes fall on the crutches in Jiang Zixi's hands. She Are you really ready to walk back?

When did you have such insight?

Did she just get her up?

Fan Qiyu returned to his senses and frowned when he saw that Jiang Zixi had found a slightly stout branch to make a crutch.

"General, let's go back." Said Jiang Zixi.

Walking back in this way, I'm afraid it will take several days for her ankles to recover.

She knew that fan Qiyu didn't want to touch her, so she reluctantly stood up with the branch on one side, looked back at the distant mausoleum, and sighed.

Although the ankle is still painful, it is not as intolerable as it was just now.

Jiang Zixi was just finishing her bones, and her ankle hurt so much that she almost fainted. When the black in front of her eyes disappeared, she gradually regained consciousness, avoided fan Qiyu's sight, and put a painkiller into her mouth.

Fan Qiyu suddenly felt that he did not know the brothel woman in front of him.

Or is the life of a brothel woman different from what he imagined?

In principle, Jiang Zixi is the number one in Yushui building. She is popular and spicy. She can make money by talking and laughing with men on weekdays. How can she be hurt often?

Fan Qiyu frowned slightly.

"You It's a very special woman. "

At least among the brothel women, it is the most special one he has ever seen.