Boss Ji's petite wife

Pain was Wen Shurong's first feeling after he became conscious.

He tried his best to open his sore eyelids, and looked at his eyes, which was slightly blurred, and he only saw some white spots in front of his eyes.

Wen Shurong frowned, closed his eyes desperately, and opened them again.

The scene in front of him gradually began to become clear, and a beam of slightly dazzling sunlight came into his eyes.

Wen Shurong's first reaction was that he didn't die, he was saved.

His dry lips pulled out a slight arc, sneering, why are you alive, why are you alive.

Why save him...

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Wake up and get out."

A low voice with a hint of anger resounded in the quiet room.

The moment Wen Shurong heard this voice, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes widened instantly.

He sat up from the bed with a swish, and followed the voice to look over.

Tall figure, hair styled meticulously to the back of the head, neatly dressed in a black suit.

The unremarkable face carried a unique fortitude, and the deep eyes looked at Wen Shurong with deep disgust at this moment.

Ji Hongye, it's Ji Hongye!

He is not dead!

"You...you are not dead...!"

Wen Shurong's voice trembled, and an unpleasant sound came out of his hoarse throat.

Ji Hongye is not dead, he is still alive, still alive!

"Wen Shurong!"

Ji Hongye gritted his teeth and looked at the person on the bed, his lips were drawn into a straight line because of anger.

"You want me to die that much?"

Ji Hongye took two steps forward, approached the bed, bent slightly and clamped Wen Shurong's chin with one hand, with a mocking look in his eyes.

"No, no, Ji Hongye, I—" Wen Shurong opened his mouth to explain.

"Enough of Wen Shurong! You just like to make yourself so cheap? Climb into my bed for Fu Wenxuan? What do you want this time?"

Looking at Wen Shurong's appearance, Ji Hongye's heart felt cold, and the indifference on his face became even stronger.

"Ji Hongye, that's not the case, I..."

Wen Shurong wanted to explain, he wanted to say that he already knew everything, he was blind and believed in the wrong person, and he wanted to ask for forgiveness.

But before he could say anything, Ji Hongye interrupted him again.

"No? Wen Shurong, look at your profligate attitude, what do you want to explain?"

Ji Hongye indifferently shook Wen Shurong's face away from his hands, then straightened up, his straight suit trousers wrinkled slightly because of his movements.

When Wen Shurong heard Ji Hongye's words, his eyes were filled with doubt, and he looked down at himself instantly.

At this time, he was sitting on the big black bed, covered with a black quilt, but his bare skin was covered with bluish red marks.

Wen Shurong looked at his chest subconsciously, and he froze in place with just one glance.

The location of the heart, apart from the bruises, is extremely smooth, and there is no hideous scar...

no no!How come, he stabbed in with a knife, why is it intact at this moment, why? !

Wen Shurong looked up at Ji Hongye again, and there was no sign of any injury on his face or body.

And, when Ji Hongye fell into a pool of blood, he was not breathing, nothing.

Why is this happening?

What went wrong?Was it all just a dream he had?

If it was a dream, why was he at Ji Hongye's house?

He remembered that this was Ji Hongye's room, and why he felt the scene just now was so familiar.

He only came once, but that time was not a good memory. At that time, Fu Wenxuan was arrested because of a commercial case. In order to save the other party, he asked Ji Hongye to come here.

That was the first time he had a relationship with Ji Hongye...

"Wen Shurong, Fu Wenxuan, I will find someone to release him on bail, you can go."

Ji Hongye looked at the person sitting on the bed with a dazed expression, and looked at the marks on the other person's body that he had made, his heart ached, and he said in a low voice.

Wen Shurong suddenly raised his head when he heard the other party's words, and looked at Ji Hongye.

Two people who are fine, a familiar room, inexplicable marks on their bodies, and Ji Hongye's nonsensical words.

Wen Shurong's pupils shrank instantly, and his whole body trembled, could it be...

"Ji Hongye, what year is it now?!" Wen Shurong suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Ji Hongye.

Ji Hongye frowned when he heard the other party's words, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wen Shurong instantly turned his head to look at the calendar on the table, and when he saw the date on it, he froze in place for an instant.

The date was four years ago, that is to say, he is only 20 years old now, and he turned his head to look at Ji Hongye in an instant.

This man, who is 7 years older than him, has a tougher face than he remembers, without the vicissitudes of life.

"Don't look at me like that, disgusting!"

Looking at Wen Shurong's appearance, Ji Hongye's eyes darkened, but he just took off his coat, put his hood on Wen Shurong's head, and said coldly.

"Wen Shurong, your attitude really makes me lose my appetite."

After Ji Hongye said this coldly, he turned around and strode out the door.

Wen Shurong pulled down the clothes on his head, looked at the back of the other party, and was dazed for a moment.

Why is Ji Hongye so indifferent towards him...

Wen Shurong looked up at the door again, and happened to see the other party turn around and go out.

Just before going out, Ji Hongye glanced back at Wen Shurong in the room, and said to the butler who was guarding the door: "Find a doctor to see him."

"Okay sir." The housekeeper at the door nodded respectfully.

Wen Shurong looked at the other party's indifferent and disappearing figure, and his heart was stabbed again.

When he heard how blind Shurong was back then, he pushed this man who truly loved him away again and again.