"Who are you looking down on!" Wen Qiao sprang up from the bed, making a move as if to fight with Huo Mutian.
The hospital bed shook violently with Wen Qiao’s movent, scaring Jinghen, who imdiately wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly: "Alright, alright, just ignore him. The more you pay attention to him, the more he acts up."
Seeing this, Huo Mutian promptly took a step back, tossed out a "take care of yourself," and shut the hospital door, escaping swiftly.
Wen Qiao, held in Jinghen’s arms, could only futilely kick her legs in annoyance.
If she could start over again, she definitely wouldn’t want to know this troubleso person, Huo Mutian.
Wen Qiao patted the hand around her waist, signaling Jinghen to release her, then plopped heavily onto the bed.
Looking at the furiously flustered girl, Jinghen amusingly smoothed her hair: "He just said one thing, it’s not a big deal, why are you so mad."
"Not even one word, not even half a word."
Wen Qiao exhaled deeply, the hair by her cheek fluttered with her breath. Feeling it was in the way, she grabbed a small hair tie from her hand and handed it to Jinghen: "Help tie it up."
Jinghen took the hair tie, gathered Wen Qiao’s hair in his hand, and skillfully wound the tie loop by loop.
"Done."
His reply was t with a long "growl——"
Wen Qiao rubbed her empty stomach and smacked her lips, glancing towards the fragrant paper bag.
Jinghen turned her head away: "Stop looking, you can’t eat anything right now."
"But I’m so hungry."
Yesterday, due to a cold, she didn’t have much appetite, ate very little, and ended up vomiting it all. Coupled with just having exercised, hunger now overwheld Wen Qiao.
"But you can’t eat anything now," Jinghen coaxed her, "Just bear it a bit more, you can have so liquid food tonight."
Wen Qiao pitifully opened her arms, asking Jinghen: "Then I’ll just have to absorb so manly energy to replenish my strength."
Jinghen chuckled and sat on the bed, pulling her into his arms.
Wen Qiao wrapped her arms around Jinghen’s neck, feeling a bit dejected for a while, then suddenly rembered sothing she had put aside, and asked Jinghen: "What did Huo Mutian an by saying the issue is resolved? Is it related to Wen Shu?"
"Yes," Jinghen said, "Last night, there was an aphrodisiac in the juice you drank. That juice was originally ant for Wen Shu, but she switched her glass with yours. Then she called Huo Mutian to check on you in your room, but unexpectedly, your body reacted negatively, bringing you to the hospital."
"Who drugged her?"
Wen Qiao was more curious about that.
Actually, even if Jinghen hadn’t said, Wen Qiao already guessed that this incident was sure to have sothing to do with Wen Shu.
She got along well with everyone else in the crew, except for Wen Shu, and couldn’t think of anyone else who would find her objectionable.
"Zhou Hengfeng."
A question mark slowly appeared over Wen Qiao’s head: "?"
Jinghen explained simply: "The youngest of the Zhou real estate family."
Wen Qiao nodded thoughtfully, then asked: "Do the two of them have any connection?"
Jinghen had stayed in the hospital with Wen Qiao last night, and the information he got was from Huo Mutian, "Last night, when Wen Shu went to the private room, she t Zhou Hengfeng on the way. Zhou Hengfeng might have so interest in her, but was rejected by Wen Shu, so he thought of resorting to this kind of thod."
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