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At this time, the domestic time is two o'clock in the morning.
Qi Yanshu stood by the window, holding his mobile phone in his hand. After he finished his second sentence, he stopped talking and waited silently for Jiang Mian's answer.
He suddenly woke up from his deep sleep -
Since being cursed, Qi Yanshu rarely gets a good night's sleep.
He successfully solved half of the curse and his eyes could see again. However, the power of the curse lurking in his body would come out to cause trouble from time to time.
The advantage is that with each attack, those vague memory images become clearer, but until now, I still cannot restore one clearly.
Tonight, he rarely slept deeply, and he vaguely seemed to have had some kind of dream. It was blurry at first, but in the end, Jiang Mian's figure appeared instead.
Her hand hanging by her side was filled with blood and fell to the ground. A small pool of blood had already gathered on the ground.
The red is glaring.
With a panic in his heart, Qi Yanshu suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. It was two o'clock in the morning.
Mianmian is injured—
Five words rose from the bottom of my heart, extremely affirming.
…
"Uncle Qi, how did you know I was injured?" After a few seconds, Jiang Mian's confused voice came from the receiver.
She was really confused.
The crew had a two-day holiday and she came to Dan'er with her wealthy father. The round trip only took two days. Except for her wealthy father, none of the other fathers knew she was going abroad.
Furthermore, only the wealthy father and a few others knew about her being bitten by a snake. How could Qi Yanshu be so sure that she was injured
Qi Yanshu's eyes were darker than the dark night outside the window. In front of him was Jiang Mian's bleeding hand, flashing back and forth. He didn't answer the question, his voice was low, with an irresistible force: "Are you here?" where?"
"Dan'er." The two words that came out of her mouth shocked Jiang Mian for a moment. She actually answered Qi Yanshu so subconsciously
"I see."
After the four words fell, there was a beeping sound. Jiang Mian blinked: "...Uncle Qi?"
A second later, Jiang Mian realized that Qi Yanshu was not coming to Dan'er, was he? !
She didn't say anything yet.
Jiang Mian pinched the center of his eyebrows - and worried that he might be too sentimental. Qi Yanshu did not reveal his intention to come to Dan'er.
After thinking about it, she dialed the phone back, whether it was true or not, let's confirm.
Jiang Mian was right. Qi Yanshu did have the idea of going to Dan'er immediately. After hanging up the phone, he started to check where Dan'er was.
Jiang Mian didn't want to call him back quickly.
He had already guessed the meaning of Jiang Mian's call back. After hesitating for a second, he refused to answer.
Maybe she wouldn't like what he did.
But he had to get to her as quickly as possible, and he needed to make sure she was safe.
Needing confirmation - who hurt her.
An icy chill quickly passed through Qi Yanshu's eyes.
Jiang Mian: "..."
He actually hung up the phone on her = =
"Miss." Xingran, who had always regarded himself as invisible, saw Jiang Mian's eyebrows frowning slightly, and there was a bit of anxiety in her eyes. Thinking of her "Uncle Qi", he guessed that she was talking to a relative.
Maybe something went wrong. He made a suggestion: "Transoceanic calls are prone to problems due to signal problems. You can send messages."
Xingran's words reminded Jiang Mian that she was also anxious for a moment, so she quickly sent a WeChat message to Qi Yanshu.
Qi Yanshu had just finished checking Dan'er's basic information and was about to contact Luo Jiale, when Jiang Mian's WeChat message slid down from the top of the screen:
[Uncle Qi, my father and I went to Dan'er to attend a banquet. I was injured accidentally. There is no problem. I will return to China today. You don't have to worry. I will contact you after I return to China.]
Followed by a smiling emoticon, cute and cute.
Like her.
Qi Yanshu paused his finger on the screen and stared at the emoticon for a long time. A thought flashed through his mind: Mianmian didn't like to laugh before...
He turned around, leaned his back against the window rail, stared at the screen, and typed one word: [Okay.]
After successfully sending it, he returned to the search page. He had previously searched for Dan'er, but now he added the word "banquet" at the end.
The first item that appeared was [Double happiness comes to Dan'er country].
After reading it, Qi Yanshu already had the answer in his mind.
Mianmian and Han Xu went to the palace banquet of Dan'er Kingdom - only Han Xu could take her to such a state banquet.
If you want to understand the cause and effect of Jiang Mian's injury, you can either ask her after she returns home, but most likely she won't reveal it to him.
Either—
Qi Yanshu lowered his thick long eyelashes, and after a moment, dialed the number of Mr. Qi's special assistant.
…
After receiving Qi Yanshu's reply, Jiang Mian felt relieved. As long as Qi Yanshu didn't really come to Dan'er, she put the matter behind her in an instant.
He said to Xingran: "Didn't you say you made breakfast? Let's go."
A smile appeared on Xingran's lips and eyes.
Xingran made several Chinese breakfasts, including soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pumpkin porridge and corn pancakes.
These breakfasts are placed on the table. They look a little shabby, but they are fragrant.
Especially the corn tortillas.
There was fresh corn in the manor. Xingran peeled off all the corn kernels, minced it, drained the juice, added some flour and milk, spread it into palm-sized pancakes, and fried it in a pan until golden brown, and the aroma was overflowing.
Several Filipino maids couldn't help but cast curious eyes on the corn pancakes. They didn't know that corn could be made like this.
Xingran paid a little nervous attention to Jiang Mian, pulled out the dining chair and asked Jiang Mian to sit down. The latter glanced at the dining table and praised: "My cooking skills are good, the food is delicious and delicious."
A heart hanging in mid-air fell back, Xingran quietly exhaled and smiled: "I don't know what the lady likes to eat, so I just made something simple."
"I'm not picky about food." Jiang Mian took a sip of soy milk and saw Xingran standing beside him, asking, "Have you eaten?"
Xingran hesitated for a second and was about to say that he had eaten.
Jiang Mian, who instantly understood through his expression, pointed to the chair next to him: "Sit down and eat together."
Xingran didn't move.
Jiang Mian couldn't move her right hand and used her left hand skillfully. She said calmly: "My father paid you money and signed a contract. The relationship between you and me is just an employment relationship. There is no such thing as a servant."
"Of course, if you really consider yourself a servant, that's fine."
After finishing his words, Xing Ran was startled and immediately understood what Jiang Mian meant.
If he treats himself as a servant, don't expect others to treat him as a normal person.
Xingran's eyes flickered and he lowered his head to cover the flash of emotions in his eyes.
Male model in heaven and earth, this is an elegant title.
When a rich lady comes to the club to have fun, it is much more elegant to order a male model to serve her than to simply order a duck to serve her.
They are commodities, and the guests who pay the money are like gods. In the eyes of the guests, they are no different from "servants".
What you spend money on is enjoyment and happiness. In addition to personal safety, you naturally want to do whatever you want.
In other words, they get no respect.
Respect is sometimes more valuable to them than money.
Xingran has come to this point, and many people like him. There are many rich people who have offered to support him for a long time, and some even want to "redeemed" him.
But it's just a joke.
No matter how clean his appearance is, he is already stuck in the quagmire and cannot be cleaned no matter how hard he washes it off. No one will really care about him.
I was just fascinated by his skin and temporarily confused.
For Xingran, as long as you can give him respect and make him feel warm.
Not much, just a little.
"I really didn't eat." Xingran swallowed back what he said, with no other expression on his face. He smiled and pulled out the chair next to him, "I'm not very hungry, but seeing how delicious the meal is, I felt hungry immediately. .”
After hearing his answer, Jiang Mian smiled and said with a pun: "I have heard a saying before, if no one loves a person, then the first thing he should do is love himself."
"Miss is right." Xingran lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse.
Jiang Mian glanced at him and swallowed back the words "Is your dad the director of Wan Qiankun?"
She wasn't familiar with him, so there was no need to ask more questions. Maybe her casual words were just to poke someone's scars.
After finishing breakfast, the Filipino maid put away the tableware. Xingran's eyes circled around Jiang Mian's hand, then he brought the wound medicine and said, "Miss, it's time to change the medicine for the wound on your hand."
In the middle of the night last night, Xingran repaired her injury once, and Xingran stayed awake all night.
Before Xi Ze left, he told him to change Jiang Mian's dressing.
Jiang Mian stretched out her hand, and Xingran carefully removed the gauze for her - he was there when Xi Ze changed Jiang Mian's dressing in the middle of the night. Even though he had seen the wound, looking at it now, his eyelids still twitched.
The frightening bruises around the wound are shrinking and are smaller than they were in the middle of the night. However, perhaps because of the gathering, the wound looks even scarier than before.
When facing Caesar yesterday, he couldn't say much. At this moment, while carefully applying medicine to the wound, he said, "The wound looks like it was poisoned."
When Xingran was changing Jiang Mian's dressing, she took her mobile phone and looked up golden thread scales online. There wasn't much information about this kind of snake on the Internet, except that it was mostly found in the tropical jungles of southern Europe.
Compared with other venomous snakes, the number of golden thread scales is rare.
Snakes are full of treasures, and their venom is a precious medicinal material. Many big snake farmers breed all kinds of venomous snakes, but no one dares to keep golden scales privately.
The main reason is that golden thread scales are too dangerous. Once infected by the venom of golden thread scales, one can die in just three minutes, which is the slowest speed.
At the fastest, it only takes about a minute.
The speed is too fast, no one dares to risk their lives.
It is not easy to bring Golden Thread Scale into the palace. There are many ways to kill a baby. Even if you use a poisonous snake, you will not use such a poisonous snake.
Babies have poor immunity and will be in trouble even if they are slightly bumped. Even if they are bitten by an ordinary poisonous snake, there is no possibility of survival.
How much did the murderer want the little prince to die - not giving him any chance of survival.
Hearing Xingran's words, she swiped the screen and said casually: "How did you know it was poisoning?"
"Guess." Xing Ran replied, "It's just a stab wound, it won't cause the area around the wound to deteriorate like this."
If you observe carefully, it is indeed easy to get such a result. Jiang Mian turned the phone screen to him: "I was bitten by it."
Xingran looked up and saw the snake in the photo. His hands shook violently, and then his face turned pale and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Jiang Mian was startled and put down her phone: "You..."
Before he finished speaking, Xing Ran fell softly to the ground with a plop.
He knew that his appearance frightened Jiang Mian, so he couldn't help but take a deep breath, knocking his upper and lower teeth together, trying to make himself speak clearly: "I... It's okay... Just wait, wait."