Because the last memory that was clear in her mind at this moment was that she had gone to the man's suite with the pink diamond ring to find him, intending to return the ring to the man.
But the man, who had some nerve at her, suddenly pressed her against the wall, reached out and grabbed her by the throat and bit her shoulder as if he wanted to kill her.
She fainted on the spot because of fear and pain.
When she woke up, she slept in this bed.
So it was important for her to determine where she was now.
Mu Jinjin looked left and right at the decoration of the bedroom, and finally landed on his injured shoulder, which had been bandaged.
She found herself on the bed in the bedroom of the man's room, with the bandages on her shoulders most likely tied by him himself.
Why is she so sure Because when she was injured before, he also tied her bandages.
The way he tied it was very different from the nurses in the hospital was ingenious.
So she recognized at a glance that the bandage on her shoulder was tied by his own hands.
But what if he tied it with his own hands Would she still be grateful to him in her heart?
She thought that unless her brain was watered, she would be grateful to him for carrying her fainted self to his bed for her to rest, and to put a bandage on her wound himself After all, if it weren't for him torturing himself.
How could she faint in despair.
How could an otherwise healthy arm need to be bandaged?
So don't expect her to be grateful to him.
At this moment, she only hates him.
Mu Jinjin was looking down at the faintly blood-colored bandages on his shoulders, thinking about various things in his heart. “” A beautiful bell rang from inside the pink and white handbag placed on the coffee table in the small living room of the bedroom.
Mu Jinjin looked up at the handbag that belonged to her on the tea table, and thought that someone should have called her.
Who could it be?
She didn't think much about it, lifted the quilt on her body with her uninjured hand, and then dragged her tired body in the direction of the coffee table in the small living room of the bedroom.
She walked over to the coffee table and stopped, opened her handbag with her uninjured hand, and pulled out her phone.
She had thought that the person who called her would be the general manager of the hotel or the manager of another department of the hotel, after all, the hotel would open in two days, and there must be a lot of things to discuss with her.
But to her surprise and to her expectations.
It wasn't anyone from the hotel who called her, but Joseny, the man she guessed but wouldn't admit it.
She looked at his name on the phone screen and felt like the blood in her body had congealed in a second, stiff like a wooden man.
He called her to do something Is it because he didn't torture her enough a few hours ago, and now he still wants to find her to come to him and continue to torture her She looked at the phone screen and her big eyes were full of tears, and the tears of grievance "snapped" and "snapped" dripping on the mobile phone screen, and after a while, his name was blurred.
She looked at the phone screen, and the grievances in his heart, which had been blurred by tears, did not disappear in the slightest, but became more and more intense, like a symphony that will not stop.
She definitely didn't want to answer his phone.
She hated him.
I wish I wouldn't see him for the rest of my life.
But can she be puzzled?
Even if she doesn't want to take it, can she oshow7 t1706231537: