Xin Ai didn't think so before.
But now, she doesn't want this anymore, she hates this kind of relationship.
She was even more disgusted by Jian Zechuan's caressing without any warmth, and by the communication of desire without any emotion.
People's hearts are greedy. Xin Ai knew that he had become greedy, but he couldn't control it. She was a human being, not an emotional object.
Xin Ai deliberately showed a frivolous smile, "Third Master, you can't do this. Didn't Miss Tan satisfy you even in bed? You are too anxious, which makes me doubt her ability."
Jian Zechuan stopped, and Xin Ai put her hand on his shoulder, gently caressed his chest, and said deliberately: "Third Master, since Miss Tan can't satisfy you, what else do you want her to do with me?" Isn’t that enough? No one else in this world loves you more than me, and no one else can make you so happy in **, right? "
Xin Ai knew what to say to make Jian Zechuan unhappy.
These words are, no man likes to be controlled and restrained, especially a woman who in his opinion... has no status, still wants to try to control him, even seems to control him, of course it will not work.
Sure enough, Jian Zechuan pinched her chin and said, "Xin Ai, who do you think you are?"
Xin Ai pretended to be pitiful, "Third Master, I... what's wrong with you? Did I say
…isn’t it right? "
"I told you from the first day you met me that you shouldn't worry about it. If you don't behave well, you should stop thinking about it. It seems that I'm used to you and have forgotten all these things."
Jian Zechuan said cold words with an expressionless face, and the desire that had spread in his eyes quickly dissipated.
Xin Ai knew that she had succeeded. This was what she wanted. She didn't want to be just treated as a lifeless vent. In that case, what was the difference between her and those mass-produced women
But when Xin Ai heard these words from Jian Zechuan, she couldn't help but feel sour, and tears flowed out almost uncontrollably.
But her crying only made Jian Zechuan more irritable at the moment. He pushed Xin Ai away and put on his clothes one by one.
"Xin Ai, don't forget your identity. You are not the only woman who can sleep in this bed."
Xin Ai remained motionless, as Jian Zechuan's words seemed to turn into a long sword, piercing her chest.
She's not the only one.
She is no longer the only one.
Jian Zechuan left, and Xin Ai heard the sound of the door closing. She lay naked on the sofa for an hour and suddenly laughed.
Mrs. Jian gave her a lot of money, and she promised to get away and not take the initiative to seduce Jian Zechuan.
But the premise is that Jian Zechuan wants to hate her and ask him to stop.
Xin Ai’s laughter is in between
There was a reply in the room. She had tried every means to please Jian Zechuan before, just to spend more time with him.
Now, all she has to do is to overturn her previous efforts bit by bit.
…
When Fang Ziheng called Xin Ai to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit, an entertainment program was being played on TV. The world's first physical store of the brand created by international supermodel Tan Ran was about to open in Mingdu. It was rumored that she would be invited on the day of the ribbon-cutting. Boyfriend Jian Zechuan attended.
Xin Ai picked up the remote control and turned off the TV: "What did you just say?"
"I said it's time for you to come to the hospital for a review."
"I'm fine, what's the review?" Xin Ai looked at the palm of his right hand. The injury on the palm was not completely healed. When he was discharged from the hospital, Fang Ziheng said that the injury on the palm was the hardest to heal. It might crack if he touched it, and Don't touch water.
The wound on the palm is still a little red and swollen and has become inflamed. When you touch it, you can feel that the wound area is hot.
There's no way around it, I use my hands too frequently throughout the day, not to mention that I can't completely avoid it when taking a shower. When cooking, washing vegetables, or washing dishes, the wounds on my palms heal and then crack every time, over and over again.
The palm of his hand hurt, reminding Xin Ai all the time of what he had experienced that day.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, as if I feel like I'm in a sea of fire.
The surrounding flames were swallowed up like a tide, and she tried her best to
I wanted to get out of the fire, but I couldn't get out. The fire hurt my whole body, and my skin and flesh seemed to be burnt.
Xin Ai could not wake up until dawn, when the sun shone into the room and dispelled the nightmare.
Compared to the torture of being haunted by nightmares, the pain in the wound on his palm has already made Xin Ai numb.
Fang Ziheng refused to give up and still advised: "I think it's better for you to come here. I'm not asking about your sister's condition. I saw some of your examination data when you were admitted to hospital yesterday. I think you need to do a full-body scan." examine."
"I'm fine now, there's no need to go."
After hanging up the phone, Xin Ai added Fang Ziheng's number to the blacklist.
Fang Ziheng has been very attentive to her recently, as if he wanted to come three times a day to say hello.
Xin Ai knew what his purpose was.
But she never revealed the news that Xin Huan had disappeared.
Xin Ai thought that it was actually a good thing to have someone in this world who cared about Xin Huan like this.
It was better for him to think about her with hope than to wait desperately.
However, Xin Ai still went to the hospital the next day.
Because she has a fever.
Xin Ai went there by himself, and the wound on his palm was repeatedly infected and inflamed, causing his body to have a fever.
Xin Ai felt hot all over. When she woke up, she felt like there were double images in front of her eyes. Her throat was dry and smoking, she had a headache and felt dizzy, as if she had been drunk.
, when walking, the feet are soft, and it seems that if you step on it, you can miss it.
It seems as if heaven and earth can be turned upside down at any time.
Xin Ai knew that she had a fever, and it was probably quite severe. There was no antipyretic medicine at home, and no one could help her.
When you are sick, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness is most clear.
Xin Ai took advantage of the fact that she was not completely dizzy, took her wallet and stumbled out of the door.
Fortunately, the driver she met when she went out was a good man. Seeing that her condition was not good, he kept talking to her along the way. However, when she arrived at the hospital, Xin Ai was still unconscious.
It was the kind driver who sent the person to the hospital without even asking for fares.
When Fang Ziheng learned that Xin Ai had come to the hospital, he quickly ran out of the ward.
"What's going on? Why did I hear that the situation is bad?"
Fang Ziheng hurried over and heard a nurse say something on the way here.
Xin Ai had lived in the hospital for a long time before, and many nurses knew her.
The head nurse had just given Xin Ai an injection. Now she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her cheeks were red, and she was feeling groggy.
"The fever reached 392 degrees. Fortunately she came. Otherwise, no one would know if the fever reached 40 degrees. It's really pitiful. Fortunately she persisted and came to the hospital."
Fang Ziheng suddenly felt sad. He was so burned, and the third brother didn't even know? How could he be such a man
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