Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

From the beginning to the end, Ji Xun didn't say a word to Jiang Chengli, and squatted at Jiang Chengli's feet to help treat the wound, as if he was a lump of air.

Jiang Chengli didn't get a response, and he gradually fell silent, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He was very happy when Ji Xun came to look for him, but now he couldn't be happier because his face was hot and his butt was cold, he hung his head and said nothing.

In the past, Ji Xun never treated him like this.

Jiang Chengli is a person who is forgetful and does not hold grudges, and he is a little tired of his appearance of worrying about gains and losses.

But maybe it was because of his illness and leaving his hometown alone that made him a little sensitive, so he couldn't help but care about Ji Xun's opinion of him at this time.

Ji Xun's bandage was half tied, but Jiang Chengli, who was supposed to lift his foot to cooperate with him, hung his head and didn't move. He had to support Jiang Chengli's ankle with one hand, and tie the bandage with the other hand.

After Jiang Chengli's wounds were all treated, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the knot in his chest. He closed his hands into fists and opened them up into palms, back and forth twice, and finally landed on Jiang Chengli's soft hair and stroked gently.

He was indeed angry, half because of Jiang Chengli, and the other half because of himself.

The appearance of Jiang Chengli being stuck on the stairs really made him panic. This area is sparsely populated and most of the houses are empty, at least there are no people next to them. It is hard for him to imagine what the consequences would be if he didn't follow or came late.

It was obvious that Jiang Chengli wanted to separate from him, and he tossed himself into this appearance after only two days of separation.

The other half was angry with himself. If he was stronger, maybe Jiang Chengli wouldn't have to be in this situation at all.

He could sense that Jiang Chengli had other plans in his heart. The company was not in a desperate situation. As long as it survived the difficult period, it could directly squeeze Gu Subai out of the domestic market. It was never the time for Jiang Chengli to sell his assets and go away alone.

It's just that he has a faint intuition that Jiang Chengli's plan may not be told to him, even this time, if he hadn't seen Jiang Chengli's documents, he would never have known that he was leaving.

It seems that he has never been in Jiang Chengli's plan, and will always be a dispensable existence.

It was like this from the beginning, bought him back but only made him a servant, and later said that he liked him, but only acted in front of outsiders.

Without him, there could be other people, such as Jing Si and Tao Yu.

He knew that Jiang Chengli liked his face, and would often stare at it in a daze.

But apart from this face, he is no different from others, and he even has more shady thoughts than others.

What others were thinking about was Jiang Chengli's money and power, but his ambitions were much bigger. He not only wanted those, but also wanted to take his whole body into his pocket and eat them into his stomach.

He knew that Jiang Chengli liked his appearance, and he also hated it at the beginning to deliberately use it to seduce Jiang Chengli later, and he was even glad that he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

He can show his excellence in front of Jiang Chengli to his heart's content, but before his prey takes the bait, he can only secretly hide his shameful thoughts, quietly spread his power around Jiang Chengli, and strive to cultivate his own foundation.

Until one day, the prey finally took the bait and let him seduce it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengli would put all of this aside, including him.

Jiang Chengli felt a gentle touch on his head, raised his head, and saw that Ji Xun had stood up, and a slash of moonlight fell on Ji Xun's temples and neck through the window, reflecting half of his face with an obscure expression.

"Are you angry?" Jiang Chengli asked, his face flushed uncomfortably.

"You've only been separated from me for two days, and you're torturing yourself like this?" Ji Xun finally spoke after a long while.

After speaking, he suddenly noticed the sweat on Jiang Chengli's neck, squinted his eyes and touched Jiang Chengli's forehead, his hands were wet and hot, and immediately cursed in a low voice.

It's deep winter, and it snowed outside two days ago. Although there is a warm air in the room, it's not hot enough to make people sweat so much.

Just now when he was angry, Ji Xun didn't notice that Jiang Chengli had a fever, he only felt that his ankles were a little hot, and thought it was because he was cold after staying outside for a long time.

"You have a fever." Ji Xun stated the fact, his face turned darker, and then he began to rummage through the medicine cabinet to find antipyretics.

Jiang Chengli was stunned, and realized that Ji Xun was angry because he cared about him, and the feeling of depression in his heart dissipated immediately, and the corner of his mouth raised his tone lightly: "It's okay, it's much better now after burning for a day."

"Burned for a day?" Ji Xun's face was so dark that he could drip water.

Jiang Chengli seemed to hear the sound of Ji Xun gritting his teeth, and the words seemed to be ground out of his teeth.

Ji Xun was angry and distressed. He didn't expect Jiang Chengli to be suffering from a fever in bed when he was moving next door. If he knew him, he would come to him directly.