Chapter 923: Good bitter plan

It was already early in the morning when I ate and slept overnight last night. At this time, my mental state was not very good. Shen Youran took out a pack of instant coffee from the drawer, cut the bag and poured it into a cup, preparing to go to the pantry.
"Just eat your three food stalls, not eat your meat, don't invite her to dinner, do you want to lose the car?"
Qiu Shaoze sighed and said, "I didn't say no."
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It was already afternoon when Fang Yaqing woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling. There was a pungent smell of disinfectant water in the air.
She moved a bit and touched the wound on her back. When she hurt, she took a breath and her face was pale.
"Wake up?" The man's faint voice rang in the quiet ward.
She turned her head and saw Ji Shaoheng sitting on the sofa, holding a magazine in her hand, and her eyes fell on the magazine.
She struggled to sit up, pulling the wound on her back several times, sweating coldly on the sore forehead.
She glanced at the ward. There was no one but Ji Shaoheng.
Ji Shaoheng glanced at her: "No need to look, he is not here."
The door of the ward was pushed open, and it was Zhao Ma who fetched water back.
Seeing that she was awake, Mom quickly stepped forward to put down the kettle and took a pillow to put her behind: "Slow down, don't touch the wound."
Fang Yaqing leaned on the past gently, and dared not move again.
Mom poured water to let her dry: "Madam just came to see you and just left."
Ji Shaoheng raised his head from the magazine, and said with a smile: "Mother Zhao, she didn't want her parents to have seen her."
Ma Zhao is a wise man who understands the meaning in his words, but he pretends to be confused: "Second grandma, you take a rest first, I will take this porridge to warm you up."
There is a small kitchen in the VIP ward. Ma Zhao entered the kitchen with a heat preservation barrel, and only Fang Yaqing and Ji Shaoheng were left in the ward.
Ji Shaoheng closed the magazine in his hand, got up and walked to the hospital bed, bent over the bed, and stared at Fang Yaqing: "You are really cruel to yourself."
Fang Yaqing moved his chapped lips: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"I was on the second floor at the time of the incident, and the whole thing was clearly seen." Ji Shaoheng said with a smile, leaning closer to her ear, with a voice that only two people could hear, "You can obviously avoid it, but But no."
Fang Yaqing's hand quivered on the quilt, lowered his eyelashes, and his face was paler than before.
The hand she held together revealed her feelings, Ji Shaoheng glanced, took the cup on the table and put it in her hand: "You can rest assured, this matter is only known to me, I will not tell Brother, including others ."
Fang Yaqing squeezed the glass tightly, took a sip, and calmed the panic in his heart: "I was just scared and stupid before I avoided it."
Ji Shaoheng joked with a smile: "This bitter plan is good, the eldest brother is very nervous for you, in order to get his attention, you are indeed enough to invest the blood, and you are not afraid of losing your life?"
Fang Yaqing drank two more sips of water and said lightly: "You think too much, I just didn't react, so I was hit."
"Is it?" Ji Shaoheng stood upright, thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, and looked at her condescendingly. "It seemed that I was not alone at the time."
Fang Yaqing shook his hand holding the glass and looked up at him, his tone panicked: "Who else?"
Ji Shaoheng saw her nervousness in her eyes and said, "Yan Hao also saw it. Do you want him to come and confront him?"