Chapter 18

Ji zhanrui is supported by Ke Hanqing and stands at the door of his home. His headache makes the world blurred in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" As soon as Wu Yicai opens the door, a strong smell of wine comes to his nose. Ji zhanrui relies on Ke Hanqing's shoulder with a haggard look. His half closed eyes are hard to understand.

"Wu Ma, where's Fang Mengru?" Ke Hanqing didn't answer the rhetorical question. He looked around the room and didn't see the petite but nervous woman. However, he found a pair of men's shoes at the door. The style and color didn't look like Ji zhanrui's style. Did Lengmo brocade come tonight?

"I'm sick." Wu Yicai finds slippers for them and then rushes into the kitchen to make a cup of honey pomelo tea.

Sick? Didn't you get a cut on your face? Ke Hanqing has the feeling that he can't touch his head. He finally helps Ji zhanrui to the sofa. Ke Hanqing listens to the movement upstairs, but he can't hear anything.

What do women need most when they are ill? Of course, it's the man's considerate care. At this juncture, Ji zhanrui can still go out for a drink. It's not this bastard who wants to give the woman away?! Then his previous efforts to help him clean up the mess and investigate all kinds of information are in vain?!

"Zhan Rui, wake up and get home." At the sight of Ji zhanrui's hopeless appearance, Ke Hanqing's teeth itch with hatred, and her hand on Ji zhanrui's face can't help but increase her strength.

"Well? Oh, I'll take a bath. " Half drunk and half awake, Ji zhanrui walks upstairs with unsteady steps.

"Where to? Drink honey and pomelo tea first. " Wu Yicai, who came out with the cup, saw Ji zhanrui shaking and trotted to his side.

Honey pomelo tea? Is it Fang Mengru? Ji zhanrui, who is still unconscious, only feels that someone grabs his arm and shoves a cup of warm honey pomelo tea into his hand. The sweet smell makes him unconsciously embrace Wu Yicai on one side.

"Fang Mengru..." Ji zhanrui's throat is wriggling up and down. He licks his dry lips. His voice is hoarse and low.

Drunk and yelling at the woman? It seems that the boy is very emotional. Ke Hanqing stands behind Wu Yicai and clearly sees the satisfaction on Ji zhanrui's face when he calls out Fang Mengru.

"She's still feverish." Wu Yicai pats Ji zhanrui on the back and knows that he is the wrong person. He wants to laugh, but he can't laugh. He feels that he is suffering from the bottom of his heart. She sees the feelings of the three children in her eyes and is anxious in her heart. She doesn't want anyone to be hurt too deeply.

Ke Hanqing helps Ji zhanrui, while Wu Yicai grabs the quilt from Ji zhanrui, holds his face, and drinks a mouthful of honey pomelo tea to relieve his wine.

How sweet! It's not her taste. Ji zhanrui knocks over the cup hard. He is used to the taste, which can't be changed easily.

By the way, Fang Mengru is still in lengmojin's arms. How can she have time to make honey and grapefruit tea for him? Ji zhanrui is sober for a moment and smiles bitterly.

Woman, Fang Mengru, what is it?

Ji zhanrui tossed and fell asleep after a while. Ke Hanqing, who was staying with him because he didn't trust him, also understood why Ji zhanrui was out of order.

When Wu Yicai takes Ke Hanqing to the guest room, he happens to pass by Fang Mengru's room. The door is still half open, and the dim yellow desk lamp covers the whole room. Leng MOJIN sits at the head of the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and holds Fang Mengru's hand tightly in his hand.

Even if Ke Hanqing, a bystander, saw the picture, he thought it was beautiful. What's more, Ji zhanrui, who was just in love but didn't realize it?

"The wound on her wrist..." Ke Hanqing turns her head and asks Wu Yicai quietly.

"The young master strangled Xiaoru all night. When I found her in the morning, her face was swollen and scabby. What a pity." Wu Yicai sighs. She needs someone to listen to her troubles. She just loves Fang Mengru too much and doesn't like to see any of them sad.

Ke Hanqing looked back at the master bedroom. How about the belt? Thanks to that bastard, he deserves to go to the bar in the middle of the night to drink.

The next day, in front of the dining table, Ji zhanrui and Leng MOJIN sat face to face on both sides of the table, while Ke Hanqing sat on Ji zhanrui's side. His eyes kept wandering on two faces. One was black and smelly, the other was so calm that he pulled out the distance. For a moment, the atmosphere became dignified.

"I want to take Xiaoru out of here." The cold Mo brocade rubs the corner of lips and makes a decision slowly.

"Why?" Ji zhanrui didn't lift his head and continued to eat breakfast.

Instantly, the air flow surging in the air, as if at any time can wipe out sparks, split to passers-by a.

"When she wakes up, I'll talk to her." There is no doubt about the tone, the answer, the whole process of cold ink brocade face is a gentle smile, only the eyes burning fire, that is his deep dissatisfaction with Ji zhanrui.

"Sorry." Leng MOJIN's attitude is too provocative. Ke Hanqing thinks Ji zhanrui will give a tit for tat, but he just pushes away the plate in front of him and chuckles.

"What do you mean?" Leng MOJIN doesn't understand. At first, he thinks Ji zhanrui has feelings for Mengru. But last night, he saw the bruised and swollen face on Fang Mengru's hand, which makes him unable to understand. What kind of feelings can hurt each other wantonly?"She's a gift from someone else." Ji zhanrui starts to smile and looks at Lengmo brocade.

Gifts? Does he mean to talk about it? It's the boy who snatched it back, OK?! And he had to clean up the mess for him. Ke Hanqing's mouth twitches. Ji zhanrui's elated look pricks his nerves and reminds him of the night when he was almost eaten alive by a group of men.

"She's human." Leng MOJIN's clenched fist slowly loosens, and his trembling nose shows that he is trying his best to suppress his anger. Obviously, Ji zhanrui intends to start his fire.

"And it's my woman." Ji zhanrui nodded his approval seriously, even biting the word "mine" very hard.

"You..." The uncontrollable anger is burning in the chest. Leng MOJIN stares at Ji zhanrui angrily. If his eyes can kill a person, Leng MOJIN doesn't mind killing him thousands of times at this time.

Leng MOJIN always thinks that Ji zhanrui doesn't have feelings for Mengru. It doesn't seem so. Maybe he has a little feeling for her. It's just that this feeling is based on competing with him. For example, when Ji zhanrui saw Fang Mengru in his arms last night, a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes.

For example, the provocation in Ji zhanrui's eyes makes it clear at a glance that he is not willing to give up a woman who doesn't matter to him.

"So I hope you won't be alone with her in the future." The smile faded away, Ji zhanrui's eyes were covered with frost, and his tone was freezing.

"Why?" See Ji zhanrui to leave, Leng MOJIN quickly opened the chair, behind him asked: "hurt her is you, protect her is also you, last night escaped or you, in this case, why should you tie her to your side?"

Why? Because she's his, that's it.

Ji zhanrui snorted coldly, looked at Lengmo brocade indifferently, and said, "I like it."

"Asshole!" Clench one's fist, cold Mo brocade low roar.

He's a real jerk. He's also a bad, loveless jerk. Ke Hanqing nodded silently, echoing Leng Mo brocade in her heart. Even the gentle childe could get mad quickly, enough to see Ji zhanrui's obstinacy.

"If you like her, I don't mind playing enough. Here you are." Ji zhanrui doesn't care about Lengmo brocade's evaluation at all. Instead, he puts down a word and goes upstairs slowly.

When Fang Mengru just woke up, she had no strength all over her body. After a while, she got up and got out of bed, put on a coat at will, and walked downstairs with the wall.

Fang Mengru hears the conversation between Ji zhanrui and Leng MOJIN clearly. She is already weak. After hearing this, her face turns pale. Finally, she falls on the floor and her mind is at a loss.