Jing Mohao soon discovered that Lu Cheng's name was missing from the paper list, and his eyes became even more intense.
Luo Xi, you are willing to risk your life for this person.
Luo Xi, one day you will know that your noble indulgence will only harm yourself.
Jing Mohao quickly typed out the list, the anger in his eyes seemed to read every word on it, and he analyzed the suspicious persons on the list one by one.
Lu Cheng was not the most likely person, but just because of his elusive whereabouts, The suspicion cannot be cleared.
Jing Mohao clenched his fists tightly, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
In the bedroom, Luo Xi sat by the bed and studied the recipe.
After all, she felt guilty and had the obligation to provide him with nutrition.
Jing Mohao pushed the door open and walked in.
The cold aura on his body had not receded.
Luo Xi pulled away slightly and raised his eyes to look at him.
Jing Mohao walked directly to the closet, opened the door and took out a brand new shirt.
Luo Xi's eyes suddenly stared at the bloodstain behind Jing Mohao, which turned into a dazzling red.
He immediately threw away the recipe in his hand, got up and rushed over.
He grabbed hold of him.
"Jing Mohao, your wound is bleeding.
Take off your clothes quickly and I'll get you some medicine."
Luo Xi said, turning around and running downstairs.
When she was wandering around the living room in the morning, she seemed to see the location of the medicine box.
Jing Mohao looked at her coldly from behind, his voice was as cold as penetrating the ice, "Luo Xi, you really care about me so much" Or are you just using words of concern to cover up your guilty conscience?
Luo Xi was frightened by his cold voice and hesitated, "What do you mean?"
Jing Mohao snorted calmly, without explaining, took off his new clothes and walked out.
Luo Xi quickly stood in front of him, blocking his way, and said, "Where are you going?
Your wound has been opened.
Don't move any more."
The wound had collapsed, and he said that it was a small injury, that it didn't hurt at all.
They were all lying to her.
Why does this man always act like he doesn't care?
Doesn't he know how to cherish himself?
Luo Xi's eyes suddenly turned red.
She didn't know why she felt so distressed at the moment.
She just wanted his injury to heal quickly.
Jing Mohao looked at her unprecedented hospitality and couldn't help but snorted.
If he, Jing Mohao, could believe this kind of concealing acting skills, then he would be as stupid as her.
Catching a glimpse of her reddish eyes, he pierced his eyes, slightly curled his lips, and his voice was still bone-chillingly cold, "Luo Xi, what would you do if I said that being with me would relieve the pain?"
Luo Xi was startled, then hugged his waist and nodded vigorously, "Really?
I will do it.
I will help you.
As long as it can make you less painful, I will do anything."
"Just talking" Jing Mohao pretended.
Luo Xi immediately took Jing Mohao's hand and inserted it into his shirt, "If it's inconvenient for you to move, you can lie down and I'll do it."
When Jing Mohao saw her unwilling but trying her best to please her, his eyes seemed to have a trench exploding, with unpredictable depths, and billowing dust and smoke billowing out of the sea.
In order to save that man, she was willing to humiliate herself to this extent, and she was even willing to flatter herself, right?
In order to cover up her guilty conscience, she could give up her persistence and reserve, right?
good very good The corner of Jing Mohao's mouth raised a trace of bloodthirsty, and he said in a solemn voice, "Luo Xi, you just thought of cooperating with me now, isn't it a little too late?"