??Chapter 90: 089: Quirky Fireworks, Following Miss Wen’s Orders (Second Update)
Chapter 90: 089: Quirky Fireworks, Following Miss Wen’s Orders (Second Update)
It was no use; Xie Shang held grudges. He stepped on the man’s hand that had tried to push him away and picked up the scissors from the ground.
“Xie Shang!”
Xie Shang stopped, almost instinctively, and turned back to look at Wen Changling.
His eyes were bloodshot. After a few seconds, without looking at Wen Changling, he continued what he was doing, raised his hand, and the sharp point of the scissors aid at the man’s palm.
What he intended to do, no one could stop him.
It was always like that.
Wen Changling pulled on his clothes from behind, “Enough.”
It was that tone again, a direct command.
Xie Shang felt sowhat unclear-headed; sleeping pills made him unable to think, and his brain, due to a developed habit, would inertially obey a certain command.
Wen Changling said enough.
He withdrew his hand and threw the scissors to the security guard rushing over, then ticulously wiped off the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, his simple attire of a white shirt and black pants unable to conceal his noble deanor: “Call the police, he’s a junkie.”
The security guard was stunned by Xie Shang’s completely different deanor before and after and nodded blankly.
Xie Shang pulled Wen Changling and turned to leave.
When they reached a less crowded corridor, he let go of her hand, “Next ti you run into that kind of person, can you stay away?”
His tone was heavy, as if his eyes held sparks, chaos churning, ready to ignite at any mont.
Wen Changling calmly looked at his hand: “Your hand is injured.”
“Did you or did you not hear what I said?”
She said, “Wait here for a mont.”
She went back to the ergency room.
Xie Shang leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
If Wen Changling hadn’t pulled him back just now, to what extent would he have gone?
Sweat ford on his back, the moist stickiness made him very uncomfortable, he felt hot, his body like it was going to rip apart, the dication attempting to lull his brain to sleep, yet his consciousness was rebounding, sothing frantic surging forth, the more he suppressed it, the more violent it beca.
He looked up, his gaze unconsciously searching for Wen Changling.
Wen Changling explained the situation to the head nurse and got so dicine.
She returned to Xie Shang: “Co with .”
Xie Shang followed.
Wen Changling found an empty bed, set down the tray, and drew the curtain.
Xie Shang was silent, simply following her. When Wen Changling pushed his arm, he sat down as prompted, his gaze on her the entire ti.
“And you bla .” Wen Changling sat down, took his hand, and carefully disinfected it with a cotton swab, “Can’t you be a little more careful?”
He had injured himself due to an improper grip while wielding the scissors.
“Wen Changling.”
Wen Changling raised her head: “Hmm?”
What in the world have you done to ?
Xie Shang pressed down the emotion pounding at his chest: “I won’t be coming ho for dinner tonight.”
“You ca here just to tell
that?” Wen Changling was surprised, then continued applying the dicine, winding up the bandage, “You could have texted.”
He was very strange.
Wen Changling took off her gloves and touched his forehead: “You’re a bit feverish; are you ill?”
Xie Shang moved her hand away: “You’re busy.”
He stood up and pulled back the curtain.
“Xie Shang.”
Xie Shang stopped and turned around.
Wen Changling was uncertain, asking tentatively, “Are you angry with ?”
“No,” he said, “I’ve been busy these days.”
He walked away.
He was angry with himself, detesting this loss of control, unable to command even his own reason and body, this kind of frustration was driving him mad.
Two days later.
Wen Changling finished her shift, and Jhiang Youyou asked her if she was going clubbing.
She shook her head.
“Xie Shang won’t let you go?”
“No.”
Xie Shang hadn’t been around the pawnshop for the past few days, perhaps he was busy, and Wen Changling didn’t check up on him.
Aoting Bar.
Guan Sixing had a secret project recently, highly confidential, he had been at the research institute for nearly a month, only just returned today, and Gu Yihuan had called him out with five consecutive urgent calls.
He had left his warm bed at ho, slept all the way here, hair disheveled at the back of his head, still in the groggy state of having just woken up: “What did you call
for?”
“This electric guitar’s amplifier isn’t working, help
see what’s wrong.”
Considering Guan Sixing’s background in physics, Gu Yihuan thought he might be able to fix it.
Guan Sixing was groggy and unnaturally angry, “That’s all?”
“Yeah.”
Gu Yihuan had described it on the phone as a life-or-death situation, extrely urgent.
Guan Sixing kept a straight face, not one to curse, using the sa line every ti: “You’re sick.”
“…”
Saving a life, can you not curse with a whine straight from the bed?
Gu Yihuan truly couldn’t feel even a hint of aggression; he’d definitely have to teach Guan Sixing how to curse properly soday. He urged, “Hurry up and fix it, I need it for my set later.”
Jhiang Youyou wasn’t in the mood for dancing that day.
She ordered a drink and sat at the bar.
A man ca over and sat down next to her: “Beautiful, are you alone?”
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