C6

"You dare to touch my woman, you're courting death!"

Jiang Yu said as he grabbed Ye Lingchao's hand and snatched the dagger from him. Then, he quickly took control of Ye Lingchao's body.

"Call the security. Let him deal with it."

I was so frightened now that I had to do what he said.

Not long after, the security guards rushed over and caught Ye Lingchao, who was being suppressed by Jiang Yu.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Yu asked as he lifted me up with his other hand.

"Put me down!" I struggled to say, because the situation was just too big, and now that there were many people watching one after another, I didn't want them to find out the relationship between Jiang Yu and me.

"Don't move! There's a wound in your foot. " Jiang Yu's voice was soft and gentle, as if she was afraid of scaring me.

Only then did I calm down. After calming down, I realised that my ankle was extremely swollen. I lowered my head and thought that it was indeed true that my leg had twisted while we were fighting. However, due to the tense situation earlier, I didn't notice it.

"Don't worry, I know you have your own VIP channel. We'll go there later and go straight to the office to rest. You were also shocked." As Jiang Yu said this, he didn't wait for me to react and immediately carried me to the elevator.

Avoiding everyone's eyes, he carried me into the office and placed me on the sofa. Then he took off my shoes and gently massaged me with his long, strong hands.

I looked at him, stunned, the warm sunlight falling on her hair, and I felt a little dizzy as I looked at him in the sunlight.

I don't know why, but he showed up when I needed him the most, and he helped me, and he's still in my territory helping me rub my feet, but I can still smell a faint sense of danger from him.

I looked at him blandly, my eyes falling on the silver ring he wore on his slender finger.

If it was an ordinary person, of course, he wouldn't think much of it. But I'm not one of them, as a top designer in the country, I am always able to sense the unique products and design concepts at the first possible moment.

"Where did this come from?" I kept my eyes on the ring on his finger.

Even if it looked normal, I knew that the ring was designed by Nephthah.

Because of the ring's polishing, it had a unique "S" design, and this kind of design concept was something only Nefisa could do.

But, for an ordinary person, of course, I'm talking about ordinary rich people, it's absolutely impossible to invite a top international designer like Nephthah to design a ring.

Because what they had to pay was not only money, but also other things.

"Just who are you!" Jiang Yu is definitely not as simple as what I have understood so far.

"Who am I? I am indeed my, your Jiang Yu. " Jiang Yu avoided my question and then pretended to be generous as he raised his hand: "You're talking about this ring? This ring was given to me by a rich woman. "

His expression was unnatural, but it quickly returned to his usual smile.

I looked at him. His skin was fair and his features charming. He did have the potential to be a pretty boy.

Since the ring wasn't his, it must belong to a rich and powerful woman.

However, I don't know why, but ever since he said those words to me personally, I didn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, I felt extremely disgusted.

So as he continued to massage my feet, I shunned him mercilessly.

"Go away."

I don't know why, but I have an uncomfortable feeling in my heart. Anyway, I don't really want to see him for a short period of time.

As he reached the gate, I suddenly felt dizzy, accompanied by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

Damn it! I actually came to see my aunt at this time of day!

I really didn't know what to say. Every day was a painful beginning, and I immediately turned pale. I didn't even have the strength to shout at him.

"…" Just when I was in so much pain that I was about to die, I suddenly felt someone's hands covering my abdomen and gently massaging it back and forth.

"Come, open your mouth." Jiang Yu's gentle voice sounded next to my ear. I didn't have time to think about it too much, so I could only listen to him and open his mouth wide open. He stuffed a few small white pills into my mouth, gave me some hot water to drink, and then helped me lie down.

After a while, I felt that the pain in my abdomen had lessened a lot. Furthermore, I didn't have a good rest last night. Exhaustion and sleepiness assaulted me, so I unconsciously closed my eyes …

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was the side of his face.

He was sitting next to me, looking out of the window.

He had a beautiful profile, a high nose bridge, deep and charming eyes, and thin lips … He leaned his body against the wall and propped up his head with one hand, as if he was thinking about something … At this moment, in my eyes, he didn't look like a person, but more like a perfect painting, causing those who looked at him to unconsciously palpitate and be unable to extricate themselves from it.

I kept staring at him as if I had forgotten to breathe, and then I noticed that the ring on his finger was gone.

"You woke up? Does it still hurt? " He turned around, got up, and walked over to the sofa. He covered me with the quilt, and at some point a blanket appeared around me. I looked at him, but he smiled gently and didn't explain.

"Why do you carry painkillers for your dysmenorrhea with you?" I looked at him, and in his eyes, as always, there was a faint tenderness on the surface, and an unfathomable other look.

"I remember every month of your physique and I know how painful it is for you. If you didn't have the painkiller, you might have been unable to sleep for a long time, so you kept it with you just in case." As he spoke, his tone was very gentle and smooth, as if he was a dutiful boyfriend instructing his girlfriend.

If my relationship with him had nothing to do with money, I would probably have been mesmerized by this tenderness to the point of death, but I was no longer that eighteen-year-old girl. Naturally, I would have kept my guard up against any sweet words of love.

I lowered my eyes, not looking at him, not speaking.