Sheng Yeting's eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously. He came up and looked at Xia Xingcheng. He seemed to be testing the authenticity of what this woman said. After a long time, he said to the men who stretched out their hands: "All of you, get down."
Several of his men retreated in response, and now only Xia Xingcheng and Sheng Yeting were left in Nuo Da's courtyard.
He stood opposite Xia Xingcheng and looked at Xia Xingcheng condescendingly. He saw her holding a knife on his neck. Such a scene seemed strange to outsiders.
Seeing that Sheng Yeting's expression relaxed when he looked at Xia Xingcheng, Xia Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her bet was right. Even if Sheng Yeting didn't care about Xia Xingcheng, she wouldn't I really don’t care about the child’s life or death.
In any negotiation, there must be chips. Only with chips can you have a chance to negotiate, and Xia Xingcheng just took risks to create chips.
"Tell me what you want to do." After Sheng Yeting finished speaking, he no longer looked at Xia Xingcheng. He just sat quietly beside Xia Xingcheng and looked at Xia Xingcheng with some interest.
Although Xia Xingcheng looked at him, he did not dare to relax the knife in his hand. He proposed to him word by word: "I only want my mobile phone today. As long as you give me your mobile phone, I promise not to let you go." He would do things that would harm himself.”
Although this does not sound like a fair negotiation, Xia Xingcheng can't care so much now. She just looks at him coldly, waiting for his answer, because Xia Xingcheng will bet again, bet What kind of weight does Xia Xingcheng hold in his heart
"Oh." Sheng Yeting hummed lightly, tapping his fingers on the table every now and then, as if he was also considering Xia Xingcheng's credibility.
"Xia Xingcheng, are you going to use this as your bargaining chip to negotiate with me? Or are you just that sure that I will give it to you?"
"Don't you realize that what I like most is forcing others to make things difficult for me?"
As Sheng Yeting spoke, he glanced at the knife in Xia Xingcheng's hand with a hint of intent. Then he saw Xia Xingcheng bringing the knife closer to his skin little by little. A rare trace of anger finally showed on his face. Confused.
Xia Xingcheng was so happy that she didn't care about all this. She clenched the knife in her hand a little tighter and asked him coldly: "Have you thought about it? My time is limited."
"enough."
Seeing the traces of blood on the knife, Sheng Yeting cursed in a low voice, and finally reluctantly threw Xia Xingcheng's cell phone in front of Xia Xingcheng.
"This is what you want, you can let go now." Sheng Yeting said impatiently, the anger in his tone even Xia Xingcheng could feel, it was very deep.
Xia Xingcheng achieved her goal, so she didn't hesitate. She stretched out her hand and took Xia Xingcheng's cell phone. She was extremely happy. This is probably how she felt when she found something lost.
Xia Xingcheng put down the knife and waved directly to him: "Thank you." After saying that, Xia Xingcheng turned around and walked directly to the villa.
Now that she finally got her phone, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but smile. Even when she saw Sheng Yeting's gloomy face, she felt as if she was looking at him with a smile.
In this round, Xia Xingcheng won.
It wasn't until Xia Xingcheng returned to the house that the pain in her neck started to come bit by bit. Xia Xingcheng looked in the mirror and found a little red mark on her neck. Maybe it was because she was nervous and had just exerted force. Too strong.
Xia Xingcheng's attack was of a serious nature, and he must have been too nervous just now, so he accidentally hurt himself. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, and the bleeding on his neck had stopped, so he only needed a simple bandage.
Xia Xingcheng was about to call Ma Chen to ask her about the location of the medicine box, but the door of the room suddenly opened, and then Sheng Yeting's indifferent face appeared in front of Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng thought he was bringing a mobile phone to Xia Xingcheng, so she had a rare good temper and stretched out her hand to him and said, "Have you brought the mobile phone?"
Sheng Yeting's eyes followed Xia Xingcheng's hand directly to Xia Xingcheng's neck. After seeing the red mark on Xia Xingcheng's neck, she paused and looked at Xia Xingcheng angrily.
Xia Xingcheng looked away in embarrassment and urged impatiently: "Do you want to keep your words?"
Sheng Yeting frowned in displeasure: "I, Sheng Yeting, never break my promise."
Seeing him like this, Xia Xingcheng felt a little relieved. At this time, the slightest pain in her neck came bit by bit. Xia Xingcheng had no time to pay attention to him. She raised her feet and was about to walk past him, but was suddenly hit by him. He grabbed his arm and said, "What are you doing, still running around with injuries on your body?"
Xia Xingcheng rolled her eyes secretly, broke free from his grasp, and said patiently: "What else can I do? Of course, it's to bandage."
Sheng Yeting ignored Xia Xingcheng's reluctance and directly pulled Xia Xingcheng to the sofa. His attitude was unquestionable: "Don't move around. Wait for Xia Xingcheng here."
Xia Xingcheng didn't know what he was going to do, but seeing his serious attitude, she patiently sat in the room and waited for him.
Within a moment, Sheng Yeting walked up to Xia Xingcheng with a medical kit in his hand. It was only at this time that Xia Xingcheng finally understood that he was going to bandage Xia Xingcheng's wound.
Feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, Xia Xingcheng lowered her head impatiently to hide the strange feeling in her heart.
"Keep your head up."
But Sheng Yeting insisted on sitting next to Xia Xingcheng, forcing Xia Xingcheng to raise his head. Xia Xingcheng was left with no choice but to close his eyes and raise his head, which always made him feel like he was facing death.
Immediately afterwards, there was a cool touch on his neck. Xia Xingcheng knew that it was Sheng Yeting who was applying medicine to Xia Xingcheng's wound. His movements were particularly gentle. Strangely, Xia Xingcheng couldn't feel it. Any discomfort.
Xia Xingcheng closed his eyes, and all his feelings were infinitely magnified. The way he carefully applied the medicine to Xia Xingcheng, and the occasional accidental touching of Xia Xingcheng's skin, made Xia Xingcheng unable to hold back. Xia Xingcheng was so afraid of this feeling that she secretly clenched her hands into fists to prevent herself from revealing any emotion, and her days were like years.
After a long time, he gently put the bandage on Xia Xingcheng's neck and whispered to Xia Xingcheng, "It's healed."
Xia Xingcheng then dared to open her eyes and sighed with relief. For the first time, she regretted that she had just acted without knowing the importance of it. Otherwise, why would Xia Xingcheng be so miserable
After a brief look in the mirror, he saw that the surrounding wounds had been cleaned up by Sheng Yeting, and what was left were some red marks that he had wrapped with bandages. Xia Xingcheng couldn't do such a meticulous technique no matter what. of.
(End of chapter)