"fine.
After Jian Qing bandaged him, Jing Mohao took over and unfolded his cuffs again, and tied elegant cuffs on his wrists, perfectly covering the glaring gauze.
Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea to quench her thirst.
She didn't care that the tea had gone cold.
He put down the tea cup, stood up and looked around at the door upstairs, "Hao, tell me which room I live in?"
Jing Mohao glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "You really want to live here?"
"I look like I'm joking."
Jian Qing spread her hands.
"There's no place."
Jing Mohao put down his long legs and stood up to walk out.
If he were to block him here, he would really never want to see Luo Xi.
Jian Qing hurried over and raised an arm in front of him, "Hao, you are not interesting enough.
Your villa is so big and there are so many rooms.
If you don't even have room to live here, wouldn't I be living on the street?"
" Jing Mohao glanced sideways at him and hummed, "Oh, haven't you always lived on the street?"
"" I am a gentleman, I look talented, my hair is fresh, my sleeves are fragrant, but I don’t look like I live on the street.
Jian Qing silently defended herself, but for his own good, she still persuaded him in a good voice, "Hao, you don't want Luo Xi to suffer any sequelae in the past few days, right?"
Jing Mohao paused.
All the truths in his mind are not as powerful as the word "Luoxi".
The man's deep eyes as black as obsidian were brewing with thousands of dark lights, and he looked at him in a blink of an eye, "A few days" "Can't tell."
"If you can't tell me, just talk nonsense to me." "5 days."
Jian Qing gave the deadline decisively.
If it was one second later, he would definitely kick him out.
"Three days."
Jing Mohao seemed to be bargaining again, but he didn't give Jian Qing a chance to counter-offer and walked directly out.
"Hey, where should I live?"
"Look for it yourself.
If you can't find it, live with it."
The man pointed at Momo, who was about to go out with him.
Momo felt like she was being called out and punished, so she braked instantly.
Jian Qing silently lowered his head and glanced up at Momo, seeing a strong sense of disgust in each other's eyes.
Damn, he hasn't disliked living in a doghouse yet, but this guy still dares to dislike himself.
Looking up again, the man had disappeared.
Jian Qing shook her head helplessly, kicked Momo who was rolling around, and went upstairs to find a room.
In the evening, Jing Mohao did not return to Jingrui Haoting.
The whole room was as silent as if it were uninhabited, except for the occasional sobs made by Momo in her sleep.
At noon the next day, Jing Mohao's tall and straight figure appeared at the door of Jingrui Palace.
The man sat down on the sofa, picked up the latest issue of the newspaper on the table and flipped through it, but his eyes looked upstairs from time to time.
Closed door.
The second hand slid as if it were counting a year, making it impossible for the man to settle down.
He dropped the newspaper and stood up to step onto the stairs.
He stopped suddenly before taking two steps, and his hands fell to his sides, clenched into fists.
In the room upstairs.
Luo Xi woke up in silence.
She tentatively moved her hands and found that the extremely chilling handcuffs on her hands were gone.
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Although she felt the stinging pain on her wrists, she still gritted her teeth and pushed herself up and sat up.
He saw Jian Qing sitting quietly peeling an apple, looking slightly stunned
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