Chapter 272: I promise not to kill him.

Shangguan’s eyes were reddish, and he hugged him tightly. He said with a firm tone:
No, he can die, but he can’t die in your hands! You have endured for so many years, can’t give up now! You Kill him, Dad will be very angry, grandparents will be sad and disappointed! Everything that belongs to you will be lost, for him, not worth it!"
Jing Yiran was lying on the ground. He thought that Shangguan had saved him. He would hear from her mouth that he would warm his heart. As a result, she said that it was not worth it!
He is so dead, is it so worthless? Is his life so worthless?
His heart was so desolate, his anger was under his heart, and he spit out a large mouth of blood, and then he lost consciousness and fell into the endless darkness.
In the meantime, someone was feeding something in his mouth, warm and bitter, difficult to swallow, and the man fed it over and over again, and he drunk the bitter things uncontrollably.
The man had a unique sweet smell, like the sweetest chocolate, which made him a little intoxicated.
A slightly cool little hand gently put on his chest, seems to smooth his pain.
"It’s stupid. Why don’t you know how to run when you are beaten?

Is she talking about him? Yes, it is her, she is a woman.
Her voice is very nice, crisp, sweet, with a hint of ice, and a trace of distress.
who is it?
Who is taking care of him?
Her voice... has a strange familiarity.
He tried hard to open his eyes and look at the people around him, but the heavy eyelids did not listen at all.
Jing Yiran struggled in the dark for a long time. It seems that after a century, he finally opened his eyes at a certain moment.
Into the purpose, is the room he is familiar with, familiar furnishings, familiar doctors...
But what about the person in the dream?
The three doctors who are responsible for treating him are all male!
Is he just dreaming?
"Two young masters, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort? Is the chest still hurting? Dizziness is not dizzy?"
The doctor saw him wake up and immediately went forward to ask.
Jing Yiran did not answer any questions from him. He just frowned and asked: "Is there a woman to take care of me?"
"Oh..." The doctor stunned for a while, and his heart was shocked by Jing Yiran, the young master of the two hearts, which hurts like this, still thinking about women!
However, there are really women to take care of him.
The doctor tells the truth: "The old lady has been taking care of you for the past two days. At this point, I should have told the kitchen to give you something to eat. Her old man makes the kitchen every day..."
"Are there other women besides my grandmother?" The doctor's words were not finished, and they were interrupted by Jing Yiran.
The doctor used an uncertain tone: "Wen?"
Wen Hao is a servant of Jingjia. She has worked in Jingjia for many years. She is 51 years old and is responsible for Jing Yiran's daily eating and drinking. His second master is sick, and Wen Hao will naturally take care of him.
Jing Yiran has some irritating words: "No, it is a young girl! Is there?"
The doctor immediately shook his head and said simply and neatly: "No!"
Two young masters want women to be crazy! Even the life is almost gone, actually still thinking about women, he is now half-dead, even if there is a peerless beauty standing in front of him, he can only be anxious, can't do anything!
The doctor euphemistically said: "Two less, you need to take a good rest, suffered such a heavy injury, the brain is full of hallucinations and dreams is very normal, it will be good to wait a few days."
Jing Yiran will look at him suspiciously.
dream? Illusion?
Really a dream?
He thought for a while, the whole person was tired, and then slept in a groggy way.
In the study room of the main building of Jingjia Villa, Jing Yichen sat on the opposite side of the Jingzhong repair. His look was not as cold and alienated as he used to be, but he spoke to his father in the most normal tone.
"Dad, I hurt him. You are fined me according to the rules."
Jingzhong’s look was a bit harsh. He asked coldly:
Are you going to kill him?

Jing Yichen did not say anything.
If he is in accordance with his temper, he will certainly say "yes" without hesitation, and he does not bother to lie.
But there is no way, he is a wife and a strict wife, he can't help but listen to his wife.
When Shangguan Ning was at home, he smashed him no less than ten times, so that he would not admit that he wanted to kill Jing Yiran. He must not make his father angry. He must speak well. He must not allow two words to be called. .
Jing Zhongxiu saw that his son did not speak, and his look was slightly relaxed.
It should be just an ordinary fight. When the fire comes up, it will be seriously injured by Jing Yiran.
His tone eased and faintly said: "Whether you admit it, he is your brother. You can beat him and he can do it, but we can't have a situation where you can't kill him. You can't kill him. This is My lowest bottom line. Zhang Rong owes you, she is damn, but she does not owe you."
Jing Zhongxiu did not feel good at this moment. He was actually an eccentric eldest son. He wanted to give everything to his eldest son and let him inherit all the family business of Jingjia, but Jing Yiran was also his son. He could not Throw this son aside and leave nothing.
In order to maintain the balance between the two sons, he has exhausted his efforts, and now the worse and worse situation makes him very tired.
Jing Yichen looked at his father's look. He didn't understand his father before, thinking that his father had been eccentric, so he was so harsh and indifferent to him. Now, he knows that he is the one he is favored. Some people understand that Jing Zhongran is only doing his father's responsibility.
Suddenly, he was fortunate that Shangguan Ning stopped himself in time. Otherwise, Jing Yiran was already dead at his feet, and if he really killed Jing Yiran, he was afraid that Jingzhong Xiu would blame himself for a lifetime - the eldest son killed Son, he is a father who is blamed.
Jing Yichen suddenly looked up and looked at Jingzhong Xiu Dao: "Dad, as long as he does not move, I will not kill him, I will give you this promise."
Jingzhong repaired a slight glimpse. He wanted his son's promise for a long time, but it has never been realized. I didn't expect that he promised it so easily today!
His son has grown up completely! He knows what to think for his father!
Jingzhong Xiu's old man was relieved, and a huge stone in his heart was finally put down. He always showed a smile on his majestic face: "Well, I know. If he moves a hair, I will not let it go first." If he hurts A Ning, I will drive him out of the house! This is also the promise that Dad gave you!"