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Chapter 1308 Is he calling her stupid in disguise?

Xiong Jingling returned to her room in a panic. She was still worried that if she slipped so fast, she would let Jiang Yiting know her little trick of pretending to have cramps.

But thinking about it carefully, she felt that even if she was discovered, Jiang Yiting couldn't do anything to her.

That's his room. She can't really stay in his room overnight.

There was one time before, but it was not because Bai Xiaoning and the others came to be guests, there were not enough beds and there were not enough rooms, and, at that time, she didn't know that Jiang Yiting had sneaked in!

This time, it was impossible to say anything and really stay.

The wound on the back of the waist seemed to still have the residual heat of the medicinal wine, and the unpleasant smell of the medicinal wine also carried Jiang Yiting's exclusive aura, which was cold and light. Xiong Jingling thought for a few seconds whether to take a bath, but Seeing that it was too early, I had no choice but to give up this idea.

But even after changing clothes and lying down, her nose was still harassed by that faint breath, as if she was still in Jiang Yiting's room...

……

In the early morning of the next day, when the sun was dim and the alarm clock rang, Xiong Jingling just woke up.

She subconsciously wanted to stretch, but she didn't expect that with a slight movement, the wound would immediately pull out the pain. She frowned, moved her body slowly, got up and went to the ground.

Acting carefully all the way, Xiong Jingling finally finished washing and changing clothes. Just as she walked out of the door, the door diagonally opposite happened to open, and the two met face to face.

"……Good morning."

"It still hurts?"

As soon as he opened his mouth with these two words, Xiong Jingling couldn't help but...wrong.

Her face was slightly hot, she straightened her mind, and replied, "Well, it seems to hurt more than yesterday..."

If Jiang Yiting hadn't pulled her yesterday, she wouldn't have felt it at all.

Hearing this, Jiang Yiting nodded, and said quite naturally, "Normal, people with longer reflex arcs are like this."

Xiong Jingling: "..."

How does she feel that he is calling her stupid in disguise?

"Do you still need to apply medicine?"

"Ah? Goodbye, I'm going to class, and I'll probably be disgusted if I go there with the smell of medicinal liquor." Xiong Jingling planned, "And I'm going to finish class after eleven o'clock, so I can wipe it off when I come back."

Jiang Yiting nodded, "Okay, come back at noon, I'll help you."

"Hmm...ah?! No, you're coming back at noon?"

Jiang Yiting didn't seem to notice her surprise, turned around and went downstairs, and said slowly, "It should be fine, it's okay to go back after lunch break."

Hearing his calm arrangement, Xiong Jingling almost wanted to lick her hair.

What, why is he a prosecutor more leisurely than a student like her? ?

Shouldn't you be too busy to go home, and come back for lunch break, really!

Jiang Yiting naturally didn't know the slander in her heart, and Xiong Jingling and Xiong Jingling warmed up the cans and milk that had been left in the refrigerator before, had a simple breakfast, and left separately.

Originally, the vacation courses were different from the professional courses. Xiong Jingling was trying to escape last night, so she told Jiang Yiting that it was very important. In fact, all morning, Xiong Jingling was lying on the table, watching on her phone. The novel, spent the whole morning happily.

But for the next lunch break, she didn't want to go back.

That guy specifically wanted to go back to take a lunch break, wouldn't it be to give her a medicine bar? ?

She doesn't want his kindness, can't she? ?

eleven thirty

In the conference room, just as the director announced that the discussion was over, Jiang Yiting got up and walked out.

The director stopped him, "Jiang Jian, let's have lunch together and talk about this case..."

"I'll go to your office to talk in the afternoon."

Leaving this sentence behind, people are gone... gone...

(End of this chapter)