C24

By the time he got back to Kingone, it was already close to ten o'clock. There was a warm light on in the living room, and the servant had long since returned to the servants' room in the backyard to rest.

"Pah!" The crystal chandelier in the master bedroom suddenly opened and Jian Fan narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

Ling Chen threw away his hand-made woolen coat and ripped open the buttons of his shirt. With a wretched smile, he asked, "Darling, do you want to take a mandarin duck bath with me?"

"No." Jian Fan decisively refused.

Ling Chen did not force him, and soon the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

"Buzz buzz …" Jean Fan collapsed on the sofa, pondering how he could persuade him to move back into the guest room. In the pocket of his discarded coat, a cell phone vibrated and caught her attention.

His cell phone must have many secrets.

In a flash, Jane Fan rushed to the bed, picked up his coat, and pulled out the cell phone that was still flashing on the screen.

It was a text message, and it didn't show the number: three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Just a few short words, what sort of agreement would it be to make someone not even dare to leave their number behind?

"Crunch." The bathroom door opened, and Jane Fan quickly put her phone back in place. He sat on the edge of the bed and resumed his normal appearance.

"Go take a bath." Ling Chen wiped off the dripping hair, his waist was loosely wrapped in a bath towel, the spring colors were alluring.

"I want to sleep in the guest room." Jane Fan made his final struggle.

"Do you think I would agree?" Ling Chen raised her phoenix eyes, her exquisite face reflected in her dark pupils.

Jian Fan entered the bathroom and washed himself for a long time. Only when he was on the verge of fainting due to the steam did he reluctantly return to his bedroom.

Ling Chen lazily leaned against the headboard, looking at his phone.

Jane Fan sat at the head of the bed. Her white silk pajamas made her skin look like cream. She picked up the hair dryer and held the warm wind against her long, wet hair.

Ling Chen suddenly moved and said, "Let me blow for you."

"No need." Jian Fan was on guard.

Ling Chen was a little angry. Ignoring her wet hair, he pulled her into his embrace and tightly hugged her.

"Let me go, the doctor says not for a month." Jian Fan struggled in panic.

Ling Chen's breathing tightened, but did his best to hold it in as he said in a low voice: "Don't move, just hold you like this."

Jian Fan really didn't dare to move at all. He could only allow himself to sleep as he hugged him tightly for the entire night.

The next day, when Jane Fan opened his eyes, Ling Chen was still asleep. She moved her stiff neck and stayed in a position for too long, aching all over.

Before he woke up, Jane Fan gently took his hand away and went to touch his phone on the bedside table.

"Oh," she said lazily and quickly retracted her hand. Ling Chen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with desire and dissatisfaction. "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock." Jane Fan looked at the wall clock.

Ling Chen sat up, stretching himself: "Sleep a little more, I have something to take care of today. I'll eat with you when I get back tonight. "

Were they preparing to meet in the afternoon? What was the purpose of a meeting?

Jian Fan's mind raced as he reached out to touch his forehead. With a pained expression, he said, "My head hurts. I must be sleeping with my hair wet at night. I caught a cold."

Ling Chen placed his hand on her forehead: "It's indeed a little hot, I'll call you over later. You take some medicine and rest up. I'll come back as soon as I can. "

"Yes." With a rare docility, Jane Fan obediently snuggled into the blanket.

After Ling Chen left the house, he came over to treat her. Shrouded in a thick cotton cloak, Jane Fan went into the living room.

"Chen said you were sick. Where are you feeling unwell?" Shi Qian took out his stethoscope and thermometer. His warm eyes were always full of warmth that made people want to get close to him.

Jian Fan took the thermometer and stuffed it under his arm. "I just have a headache. Maybe I caught a cold last night."

"Why are you so careless?" He frowned slightly and had a bad association with him. "Did Chen … did he do anything to you last night?"

"Nope." Jane Fan's face instantly turned completely red. She did not want to bring up this embarrassing topic in front of him, "It was caused by sleeping with wet hair last night."

Shixiong burst into laughter, "That's good. If you don't take good care of yourself, it will affect your ability to reproduce in the future."

"Oh." The child? She hadn't thought about it that far.

He carefully examined her body and found that she had recovered quite well in the past two days.

"What exactly does Ling Chen do? He's an arms smuggler, right? " Jane met his eyes, trying to find the answer she wanted.

ShiQian paused for a moment. "He's not. I'm not sure what he does, but I know he's not the bad guy you think he is."

"He's not a bad guy? Heh, "Jane Fan smirked," Then what if I saw the deal between him and Chen Da with my own eyes in the Phantom Shadow Nightclub? Are you going to make a movie? "

"Xiaofan, promise me, don't ask about Chen anymore. I know that you are a righteous MIS agent, but when your injuries are healed, I will help you leave this place and you will never come back, will you? " His current humble attitude was especially serious and unyielding, causing Jian Fan to have no choice but to re-examine it.

Under his arrangements to leave? Or should I stay here and gather enough evidence to take him down in one fell swoop? "By using Ling Chen's methods, can you guarantee my safe escape from his control?"

"I will find a way, provided you don't hurt a single hair on his head."

"Sure, deal." Now that the direction was clear, Jian Fan was suddenly enlightened. "What about time?"

"Three months from now."

Jian Fan's heart skipped a beat. He looked into the depths of Shi Mu's eyes, wanting to find out something. Why three months? There was still two months until her bet with Ling Chen!

"You should know Chen's temper. He won't let you go before he gets tired of you. And most of his women have never been fresh for more than three months. "

"I believe you." Jian Fan raised his bright eyes and took out the thermometer from under his armpit.

Shixiong looked at it carefully and said, "I don't have a fever. I will just drink more water and get some sleep." "Also, we cannot tell anyone about our agreement."

"Understood." Jian Fan smiled with a devilish look on his face.

After lunch, Jane Van was resting in her bedroom. It was getting closer and closer to three o'clock, but she didn't even know where Ling Chen was.

"Xiao-er, Xi-er." Jian Fan anxiously called out to Lian Xi.

"Miss Jane, what's the matter?"

"My stomach hurts. Hurry up and save me." Jian Fan clutched his stomach, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. It was the same as the last time he was poisoned.

Lian Xi was somewhat panicked: "What do we do? "Otherwise, when I call the doctor."

"No, he has surgery this afternoon, don't disturb him. You can take me to the hospital. " Jian Fan forced out a few words, his pale face somewhat frightening.

"I …" Lian Xi was in an extremely difficult situation. Without any orders, she didn't dare to casually bring her out of the villa. "If she runs away, she's done for." I'll go call the young master, you just have to hold on for a bit. "

In a fluster, he grabbed the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number. "Young Master, Miss Jane has a stomachache and is about to die."

"How did you take care of her? Hurry up and call me when you need me. "

Lian Xi looked at Jian Fan and hesitantly said, "Doctor Qian doesn't have time, Miss Jian said she is going to the hospital."

"SHIT!" Ling Chen was in the underground warehouse deploying his forces, and upon hearing the news, he paced back and forth in anger. What tricks was she up to this time? Do you want to repeat the same trick? Her life was still in his hands, and she didn't dare to do anything. But if it was true, what would happen if she died at home? She had not fulfilled her value.

Ling Chen looked at his watch in annoyance. It was 2: 10 and there was still fifty minutes. After a moment of silence, he instructed Ma Wen, "When the time comes, we'll arrange everything in this way. You lead your subordinates and I'll head there myself."

Then, he turned to the person on the other end of the phone, who was sweating profusely from fright, and said happily, "I will be back right away."

Lian Xi hung up the phone but his hands still couldn't stop trembling. "Miss Jane, please bear with it. The young master will be back soon."

Jian Fan nodded his head. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak anymore.

He actually wanted to come back? Jian Fan was slightly surprised. She had originally planned to escape just like last time, causing him to be anxious and disturbing his plans for the afternoon. Could she have guessed wrongly? The afternoon was not as important as her life?

In less than a few minutes, Ling Chen appeared in the master bedroom of Kingone's villa with a dark expression on his face.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm fine, go back to work. I can have Xi Er accompany me to the hospital." Jian Fan gasped for breath.

Ling Chen placed his hand on her forehead, but did not feel the heat. "Did you come in the morning?"

"I've seen it. I don't have a fever." I'm really okay, maybe it's because it would be too bad and it would hurt the old days. " His face that had been frozen in cold water earlier gradually regained its color, and Jane Fan did not dare act too exaggeratedly.

Ling Chen looked at her questioningly. "When Lian Xi made the phone call just now, the situation seemed to be very serious. I'll send you to the hospital."

"There's really no need. Go get busy." Jian Fan clutched his stomach and twitched slightly.

Ling Chen looked at his watch, picked up his cloak and wrapped it around her before carrying her into the car.

"I'll go handle the matter after you've finished checking."

There was no doubt about Ling Chen's decisiveness. Looking at his taut side of his face, for a moment, Jane Fan was in a trance. It was as if this nervous expression really cared about her life and death.

The car was driving down the ring road into the city. It was a rush hour in the afternoon, and every road was congested. They were like boiling dumplings, steaming hot.

Jane Fan stared at the car that hadn't moved for ten minutes and felt slightly relieved. It was almost three o'clock, and she could only hope that the road would be more blocked.

Jian Fan turned his head to look at him with his dark eyes. His face was filled with an apologetic expression as he said, "I'm sorry, I've wasted your time."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are my woman, how can I not care about your life and death?" Ling Chen's face softened, and his brows spread open.

Jane Fan slightly lowered his eyelids, covering the trace of happiness in his eyes. She seemed to have slowly begun to grasp the secret of being with him. Perhaps what she wanted was not out of her reach.