The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 499 To love her now is just digging one's own grave

"Oh." The corner of Hua Rong's mouth curled up in a cool arc, "That's right."

She smiled and asked, "Then I should be grateful to God for letting me escape, or I should be thankful that the person next to me is not so mad that he wants to kill me—for now."

"Or, even very annoyed and lost my temper with the murderer who tried to kill me? Is there any, Mr. Jiang?"

She spoke lightly and delicately, if she wasn't too cowardly, she might even have a sense of humor.

But it was really ridiculed to the extreme.

Jiang Yunshen let out a low and long smile, "So I can only say, you are what I want."

Just wanted, not loved.

What you want can be held in your hands, no matter the means or the cost.

Love is bondage, and many things cannot be done.

He has always been the person who knows how to choose, and he will never choose the wrong answer.

To love her now is just digging one's own grave.

As for the others... I don't know if he ignored it, or the shrewd President Jiang didn't want to think about it.

Hua Rong seemed to be angry and laughed instead, it would be a waste of effort to get angry with such a thing, she looked down at her incomparably handsome face, all the stiffness and anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"You are going to take me back to Fengqiao Villa today anyway, aren't you?"

"Correct."

"Oh," she frowned suddenly with a smile, "may I make a condition with you?"

She smiled lazily and carelessly, with a falsehood that Jiang Yunshen's keen bending could detect, but the man still nodded, staring at her with his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

As soon as the voice fell, he quickly added, "I can promise you everything except what you know I won't agree to."

These words, inside and outside, seem to have a hint of softness and compromise.

Hua Rong asked with a faint smile, "Is Jiang Chi still in the imperial capital?"

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yunshen asked, "Are you making a special trip to remind him?"

"What, are you afraid?"

The man said lightly, "This may cause me a little trouble, but it won't cause any real loss, Rongrong."

"Is it."

"Ah."

"In that case, take me there," she said with a smile, lowering her head and straightening her clothes, "Don't worry, I won't talk about it today."

"Then what are you going to do with him?"

"This is my business, Mr. Jiang, can't you follow?"

Jiang Yunshen stood up, "I'll change your clothes for you."

The corners of Hua Rong's mouth curled slightly, his eyes were indifferent, but he didn't say anything against it.

Even when the man almost changed her clothes with his own hands, she acted as if he was just an insignificant professional carer.

Jiang Chi is still in the imperial capital, but not in this hospital.

Only when Hua Rong saw him did he realize that the man was more seriously injured than she was - except for the gunshot wound on his calf.

After careful recollection, I can recall that when he first landed on the ground, it seemed that he had put her under it, and after rolling several times, he still dragged his broken and fractured body and hugged her tightly. An adult woman rolled over to the side of the road with difficulty, further aggravating her injuries.

When Hua Rong went to see him, Jiang Chi was very surprised—in various meanings and levels.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing an ankle-length skirt and a simple blouse. Her long hair was well-groomed, her face was thinner, and she wore light makeup.

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