The president is sick and the wife has medicine

Chu Jingting put his hands in his pockets, and his face was tense, as if he was about to take revenge.

He came to Chu Jingyun's room, stood at the door with a gloomy expression for a long time, and then opened the door and went in.

He casually walked to Chu Jingyun's bed, and glanced down at the person lying on the bed.

At this moment, Chu Jingyun's face was devoid of any color, lifeless, no different from a dead person.

Chu Jingting felt that his appearance was a waste of air.

He stole the limelight when he was alive, and when people outside talked about them, Chu Jingyun was always better than him.

It seems that Chu Jingyun is slightly better than him in every aspect, but in the eyes of everyone, he is just a puffed up slot, and no one will care about it.

But what the old man cared about was only those who could inherit the Chu family. From the very beginning, there was a big difference in attitude towards him and Chu Jingyun.

Destined to be a person who is not favored.

But Chu Jingyun can always enjoy the praise of the outside world and the admiring gazes cast on him by everyone as a matter of course.

The difference between people is nothing more than that.

He has had enough of this!

Chu Jingting stared angrily at the person on the bed, and he could feel breathing coming from the tip of Chu Jingyun's nose.

At this moment, he hoped that Chu Jingyun would go to hell.

Only when Chu Jingyun is dead, then the previous embarrassment about him will not be uncovered.

It happened that Chu Jingyun was the one who witnessed all his unbearableness and decline. For a period of time, he couldn't hold his head up in front of Chu Jingyun at all, as humble as an ant.

So he indulged and got drunk every night in the bar, only there he could find himself.

Those women treated him like a noble son and treated him respectfully and politely, only then would he feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Chu Jingting slowly stretched his hand towards Chu Jingyun's neck, he felt that even if he just pinched it like this, he might not struggle.

With a flash of killing intent in his eyes, Chu Jingting stretched out his hand without hesitation.

The moment his hand was about to touch his neck, a small knife suddenly flashed past his eyes and cut the back of his hand.

A gleam flashed in Chu Jingting's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He looked at the direction where the knife was flying, it was the window sill, and at this moment Ling Xiaohan was leaning on the window sill, looking at him casually.

"Why are you here?" A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Jingting's eyes.

Ling Xiaohan walked over slowly, came to the side of the cabinet, pulled out the small knife that had been stuck in the door of the cabinet after throwing it out just now, put it on his fingertips to play with it twice, and quickly put it back.

Then his eyes swept across Chu Jingting's body, his eyes were warning: "Chu Jingting, I think your hands are quite dishonest."

If she read correctly just now, Chu Jingting wanted to strangle Chu Jingyun to death, right?
How did you acquire such courage?
Now dare to kill directly?

Knowing what Ling Xiaohan was talking about, Chu Jingting glanced at the person on the bed lightly, and a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes: "Anyway, they are all dead, and they all have to die if they die sooner or later! Die in my hands It's his honor!"

Ling Xiaohan's eyes burned when he heard this: "Chu Jingting, if I didn't come today, would you have to do it?"

"Whether you come or not, he is dead." Chu Jingting said jokingly.

Even if he hadn't been strangled to death by him, Chu Jingyun would be terminally ill now.

"Who said that?" Ling Xiaohan frowned fiercely, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Is not it?"

"With me here, he won't die." Ling Xiaohan's eyes flashed firmness once.

She came to his side, carefully lifted up the corner of the quilt that had slipped down, and looked at him with gentle and serious eyes.

With her, Chu Jingyun will not only not die, but will live well, his legs will recover, and he will stand up like a healthy person in the future, and he can live a normal life.

"You really think you're a genius doctor who saves the world?" Chu Jingting sneered.

Seeing the scene just now, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Ling Xiaohan is really kind to Chu Jingyun.

Does this woman really care about Chu Jingyun so much?
The next second, he suddenly thought of something, and asked her again: "Did you come here today just to see him?"

Chu Wenyao sent so many people to Lu's house to look for her, but none of them were arrested.

She was lucky, and now she delivered it to her door by herself.

Really not afraid of death!

"Yes, that's right." Ling Xiaohan nodded calmly.

She worked so hard to climb the wall to get in, and tried every means to avoid the sight of the Chu family's bodyguards, just to come in and have a look at him, to see how he was doing.

Because she had heard that Chu Jingyun had been in a coma for three consecutive days.

But according to common sense, he should have woken up long ago.

She was worried, so she came to take a look.

Fortunately, there is no major problem, but because the body is too weak, so I can't wake up for a while.

"Then you really did your best for him!"

Chu Jingting's whole body was sour like a lemon.

Could it be that only the disabled can be favored by Ling Xiaohan?He couldn't understand what was going on in this woman's mind.

"Chu Jingting, if there is something wrong with him today, I will never end with you." Ling Xiaohan gave him another serious look.

If it wasn't for her coincidence, wouldn't Chu Jingyun be gone?He worked so hard to heal his leg, but in the end he was gone, so where would she cry?
Seeing him worried about Chu Jingyun, Chu Jingting suddenly became depressed.

"You have the time to worry about him, why not worry about me?"

"What is there for me to worry about?" Ling Xiaohan frowned.

Chu Jingting took a deep look at Ling Xiaohan, then raised the hand that was scratched by the knife just now, and showed it to her:
"Look at the wound on my hand."

A wound about two centimeters long was oozing blood at this moment, but the wound was not too deep, it could only be said that it had been scraped from the surface of the skin.

"Such a small wound can't kill anyone." Ling Xiaohan said casually.

In the next second, she added: "You should be glad that the knife just crossed your hand. If it were inserted somewhere else in your body, you might not be able to stand here and talk to me now."

After hearing what Ling Xiaohan said, Chu Jingting felt a chill down his back.

He has always thought that this little woman is terrifying, she can use poison, and she is good at concealing weapons. It is a pity that this woman does not become a killer.

But no matter how powerful she is, she is also an opponent with him, and she is out of tune.

Chu Jingting couldn't help raising his eyebrows and looked at her with a playful smile in his eyes:
"Ling Xiaohan, how do you think I can make you belong to me?"