Chapter 29

On the way home, he kept calling Ji Qianchen.

The phone was rejected and left unanswered. At last, it was shut down directly.

He can definitely sense that she is angry! And it's serious.

Rushed into the villa, Ling Xiaohan had no time to wipe the sweat on his forehead and ran upstairs.

"Where is the young lady?" Ask the housekeeper as you walk.

"The young lady is in the study. She came back not long ago and still has injuries on her head. I called a family doctor for her. She can't even open the door."

"What?"

After listening to the housekeeper, Ling Xiaohan is furious.

Go to the study and twist the door handle.

The door was unlocked and could not be opened at all.

"Get the key. Then call the doctor upstairs. "

Ling Xiao's cold and tall body clubbed at the door, eager.

What happened to the head injury?

What happened that night?

As soon as the key comes, unlock it quickly.

With a crack, the door was unscrewed.

Ji Qianchen sits at his desk, his fingers flying on the paper.

On the ground table, there are all the waste drawings she kneaded into a ball.

Ling Xiaohan goes over with a loud voice, grabs the pen in her hand, breaks off her body, and looks at his eyes.

Four eyes are opposite, fire is everywhere.

Ji Qianchen is angry, stabbed, full of lethality.

Ling Xiaohan is soft light, guilty and distressed, occupying all the positions of his heart.

Looking at her bright white forehead that a clear red swelling.

He can't be angry.

Is this woman a fool?

Don't you see a doctor if you get hurt?

What kind of pictures are you still drawing here to make him worry about death and be heartbroken?

Open your arms and put the little woman with dull eyes in your arms.

The cold and warm breath of Lingxiao comes from the pavement.

Back to Ji Qianchen's thoughts.

She suddenly woke up, grabbed his shoulder and took a bite.

It's like a crazy cat. It's very biting.

"Hiss..."

With a muffled hum, Ling Xiaohan holds back the pain and his pupils contract.

If you bite him, you can vent her anger, and you can bite her anywhere on him.

"I'm sorry, Qianchen, I'm sorry..."

This is the first time Ling Xiaohan said sorry to a girl.

Four years ago, he didn't say anything. Now, four years later, he says something because of this disturbing night.

He was too afraid to lose her again.

Ji Qianchen has no expression.

My mind is full of words that scold the 18 generations of Lingxiao Han's ancestor.

Can a word of sorry stop her cold?

Ling Xiaohan, you are ridiculous.

"President Ling, I'm very tired. Would you please stay away from me? I beg you. "

Ji Qianchen pushes him away and emerges from his arms.

She detested his arms, and was utterly disgusted.

That spacious bosom, once had more than one woman.

It really makes her sick.

She didn't understand why she was so angry, but she still had to go back here to find her anger.

Clearly looking at his face, my mind will flash through scenes of loving him and hating him.

This kind of feeling of heartlessness really torments her and she is going to die.

"I won't leave you, and you don't want to leave me." Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen back to his room from his chair.

His face was determined, and he could not resist his majesty.

"Ling Xiaohan, you put my mother down."

If she can't resist, she will.

His fist rained on his strong chest.

"No, not for life. Don't dream. "