Chapter 118

"Why don't you kill me?"

Yu Jiang licked the cleft lip and suddenly opened his mouth.

Qiao Yan Ran touched chin, carrying a cup to walk over, sat in the position of Yu Jiang body side, some frivolous with fingertips to pick up his chin.

These days, Yu Jiang lost too much blood and his whole face was pale. But after the fierce struggle just now, the position of his cheek turned pink.

Like petals blooming in the branches, with the beauty of the sick.

Qiao Yanran fingertips rubbed his chin, suddenly close, warm breath hit in his ear, whispered: "because I can't bear."

Her voice with a little ethereal and enchantment, Yujiang feel half of the body numb for a moment, but soon wake up.

Looking at her near face, Yu Jiang closed his eyes. He didn't believe a punctuation mark for the answer.

Yu Jiang has a vague guess in his heart. It's probably Liu Hui who feels that even if he stays around, he doesn't have a big threat. The most important thing is that Liu Hui hasn't got him and won't let him die easily.

He recalled Liu Huigang's reaction speed and strength, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He is far from her rival.

Qiao Yanran took out a piece of clean gauze from the kraft paper bag, cut a piece of gauze the size of a handkerchief, dipped it in hot water, and gently wiped Yujiang's cracked lip.

After all this, Qiao Yanran arranged her clothes, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Yu Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and felt like he had survived.

Because now time is over, after the hotel dinner time, Qiao Yanran bought two fresh meat wonton nearby.

This soup is full of thin skin and big stuffing. On the glossy soup, there is a layer of scallion, laver and shrimp skin. Just smelling the aroma, it feels delicious.

Qiao Yanran went back to the hotel room, poured a portion of wonton into the iron rice basin, and put the rest on the plate.

She scooped a small wonton with a spoon and tasted it. After eating it, she felt bright in front of her eyes.

The meat is very fresh. It tastes delicious at a mouthful.

But after a while, Qiao Yanran ate this wonton.

She took a look at Yu Jiang on the bed, took the dinner plate, put it on the bedside table on one side, and untied the gauze on Yu Jiang's wrist.

"Eat it quickly. It will be cold later, and it won't taste good." Qiao Yan Ran said simply.

Yu Jiang took a look at the wonton on the table, and his mood was a little complicated.

Liu Hui is so generous today.

Liu Hui has always been stingy of the meat, and he always eats it.

Now he is going to kill Liu Hui, but Liu Hui is better for him. There must be some conspiracy.

Yu Jiang pressed down his tumultuous mood, sipped his lips and didn't move.

Qiao Yanran:

Forget it.

Qiao Yanran took the boiling kettle and went into the bathroom. She washed her hair from head to foot. After wiping her hair half dry, she took the scissors and trimmed it.

In an instant, she was much more refined and energetic than before.

Qiao Yan Ran looked at the person in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Yu Jiang is lying on the bed, quietly peeping out his head from the quilt. He looks at the person in front of him and has a trance for a moment.

It's clear that Liu Hui is the same as before, but how does he feel like a changed person?

It's a lot more pleasing to the eye.