Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The fat man left with his men.

It's past one in the morning and it's still the wilderness here.

Cheng Ying did not choose to stay here to help her bandage the wound, but chose to take Jingzhi into the car to find someone.

Several subordinates, holding flashlights, entered the forest to conduct a siege search.

The fat man drove around the outskirts of the forest, searching slowly with his headlights on.

Kong San knew that they were just looking for someone, so he didn't try to stop them.

It’s just that there seems to be an invisible dividing line between the police and the gangsters, with each group taking their own side and not interfering with each other.

……

In the black car.

The fat man drove slowly.

Cheng Ying raised his hand and turned on the two small interior lights above his head, then quickly dragged out a small white medicine box from under the seat.

The familiar shirt was placed on the medicine box. The shirt was wrapped in a transparent plastic bag. It was obvious that Cheng Ying didn't want to wear it again.

Jingzhi's heart, which had become a little excited because Cheng Ying was willing to take her in the car, cooled down instantly.

Cheng Ying was also embarrassed.

He had bandaged his brothers dozens of times, but he had never bandaged a woman.

Seeing him slumped in his seat holding the medicine and gauze, Jingzhi sighed inwardly and decided not to embarrass himself.

She took the thing from Cheng Ying's hand and said lightly:

"I will do it myself."

Really.

No matter whether he is a good person or a bad person in this life, his shortcoming of not knowing how to get along with women runs through every one of his lives.

Jingzhi deftly tore off the cuff that was wobbling and about to break, gritted his teeth, disinfected the wound, cleaned it, applied medicine, and bandaged it.

His movements were quick and decisive, yet he didn't utter a single word.

If he hadn't seen the cold sweat pouring out of her forehead and her tightly knitted brows, Cheng Ying would have thought she wasn't afraid of pain.

But he still breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they didn't know each other, and it seemed a little inappropriate for a man like him to clean her wound.

Jingzhi, who had sharp ears, heard him let out a breath from his nose and secretly bit her back teeth.

This man is really...

She is not a jackal, wolf, tiger or leopard, why should you be so afraid of her?

Not happy, very unhappy.

A lot of cotton swabs were used during the cleaning. After Jingzhi bandaged herself, she was so angry that she tilted her neck back and closed her eyes to take a nap.

The car was so quiet that only the breathing of three people could be heard.

The fat man was very anxious.

Someone took a bullet for him, but Brother Ying didn't even write a thank you to them. Isn't that too much?

Cheng Ying, who had received a favor for nothing, saw that her breathing was steady, as if she was really asleep, so he had to turn sideways to clean up the mess in the middle of the seat.

While picking up the cotton swabs, the sleeping woman suddenly moved.

The two adjacent knees seemed to collide accidentally due to the slight shaking of the vehicle.

Jingzhi trembled her eyelashes slightly and glanced at Cheng Ying, but Cheng Ying's reaction was huge.

He tightly grasped the blood-stained cotton swab in his hand and moved back a lot, with his left leg even touching the car door.

Jingzhi narrowed her eyes, slightly bent her left arm, supported her middle position with her right hand, and leaned towards him.

The more he tried to hide, the more she wanted to chase him.

Jingzhi raised the corners of her lips, which had turned slightly pale, and stared straight at Cheng Ying's pupils, which were so tight that they were shaking slightly. "Xiaoying, are you afraid of me?"

As she approached, Cheng Ying couldn't help but tilt his neck back away from her until the back of his head bumped slightly against the edge of the car window.

The car window was opened a little, and a few strands of his hair stuck out of the glass and fluttered in the wind.

The cool touch on the back of his head made his somewhat tired spirit more clear.

The woman was hurt, or was she hurt because of him?

He couldn't push her away, so he could only hide.

But the back seat is so small, where can he hide?

Cheng Ying pulled his hand back from the back of the chair, not knowing where to put it, so he took it back and placed it on the car door behind him.

Looking at his awkward appearance, Jingzhi smiled, and a muffled laugh accidentally escaped from her tightly pursed lips.

Cheng Ying's left hand shook, and he accidentally turned the switch that controlled the car window.

The car window slowly closed, and Cheng Ying felt a pain on his scalp. Only then did he realize that the hair on the back of his head was caught in the car window.

He couldn't move, his left wrist was bent awkwardly, and his panicked fingers fumbled around for the joystick, but he couldn't lower the window.

Cheng Ying had no choice but to push his waist forward to give his left hand more room to maneuver.

But just as he moved his upper body forward, he could faintly feel her warm breath on the skin of his face.

Cheng Ying's face flushed, and his waist quickly collapsed backward, completely pressing on his left hand.

He turned his face away slightly, unable to speak, so he could only stretch out his left hand and gently push her right shoulder twice, signaling her to move away.

Jingzhi pretended not to understand what he wanted to express, stretched her head over, followed his wandering eyes, and insisted on looking into his eyes.

Cheng Ying was furious and kept gently pushing her right shoulder and arm with his right hand.

With his hair clamped, the range of movement of his head was very limited. Cheng Ying had tried his best to avoid her half-smile, almost teasing look.

He looked to the left, and Jingzhi moved to the left.

He looked to the right, and Jingzhi moved to the right.

Cheng Ying's brows gradually furrowed.

Why is this woman never ending?

He endured Jingzhi's warm breath, pursed his lips and looked at her, then used a little force to push her right shoulder.

Cheng Ying actually felt a little aggrieved, and he didn't believe that she didn't understand what he meant.

Is it fun to play tricks on him when you know he can't speak?

"Xiaoying, let me ask you again, are you afraid of me?"

Afraid of a ball.

His somewhat helpless look suddenly became sharp when he heard these words.

Jingzhi understood it at a glance.

She raised the corners of her mouth contentedly, "Okay, let me help you."

Without waiting for Cheng Ying to react, she tilted her head slightly, lowered her eyes, and gently removed her hand that was pressed behind her back.

Her left hand passed through his waist, trying to grab the rotating window switch, but she couldn't get it because the switch was tightly covered by his waist.

No way.

Her fingertips gently scratched his brown suit twice, trying to press his waist towards her.

Cheng Ying seemed to be going against her, his waist was as stiff as a rock and he stood still like a mountain.

"Xiaoying, please support your waist towards me, otherwise I can't reach the switch."

If you want to straighten your back, you will definitely touch her.

Without support, he was trapped again.

The fat man watched this scene in the rearview mirror and couldn't help laughing to himself.

He had never seen Brother Ying in such a dilemma.

As soon as he smiled, Cheng Ying immediately gave him a murderous look.

The fat man's scalp tightened, his toes slightly curled up, and he unknowingly stepped on the accelerator lightly.

The car body swayed forward, and the two people who were leaning sideways almost fell off their seats.

Cheng Ying could even feel a few hairs on the back of his head breaking off, and more importantly, he felt the pain of his scalp being pulled.

However, a short hiss in his ear caught his attention.

The wound on Jingzhi's left arm was pressed against the back of the front seat due to the shaking of the car body just now. At this time, a little blood slowly seeped out from the center of the white gauze.

Cheng Ying took a look at the gradually spreading red patch, then glared at the fat man, who was more likely to cause trouble than to help.

The fat man slowed down the car and quickly turned around to explain:

"Jing, Miss Jingzhi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, you didn't mean to do that, the wound is just a little torn."

She frowned and poked Cheng Ying's waist lightly, "Xiaoying, my hand hurts, hurry up, or I'll lose too much blood."

If she doesn't pounce on me, I won't get hurt, and if I don't get hurt, my hands won't hurt.

Even if she hadn't teased him, he wouldn't have leaned towards the car window.

Cheng Ying was speechless and expressionless, but he had so much to complain about inside that he couldn't even vent it out.

However, the most important thing is to get out of this embarrassing situation.

Cheng Ying closed his eyes, held his breath, and finally straightened his back towards her.

The suit brushed against her slightly, and Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat, but she no longer had the heart to tease him.

She wasn't lying. Any movement of her left arm would tear the wound, not to mention that she had just pressed on the wound.

His arm was in so much pain at this time that Cheng Ying straightened his waist. She pursed her lips and quickly put her hand behind his waist, gripped the joystick, and turned it gently.

Because of the pain in her hand and the awkward posture, she turned her wrist, which was almost bent at 90 degrees, very slowly.

Cheng Ying couldn't hold his breath and took a deep breath.

The faint fragrance of the woman and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils in an instant.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the taste was mixed with a subtle bitter medicinal taste that was unique to Chinese medicinal herbs.

Is she sick?

You're sick and you still come over?

What is she... doing this for?

The rejection I felt towards her in my heart seemed to have lessened a little.

After his scalp relaxed, he gently tilted his head and pulled the hair on the back of his head out from the gap in the glass.

Then he raised his hand and gently patted Jingzhi's shoulder, signaling her to step back.

She pulled her hand from behind his waist, stepped back and sat back down, "Alright."

"By the way, I have something to give you. This time it's not clothes, it's something practical."

Cheng Ying only saw her put her right hand behind her back, and in the blink of an eye, she took out a new notebook with brown leather.

There is a pen pinned on the notebook.

The cover of the book is very serious and formal, without any patterns.

But the pen is not a proper pen.

The pen body is pink, with several little kittens printed on it. There is also a small chain extending from the pen cap, and a little white kitten is hanging at the end of the chain.

Regardless of where she got this thing from, just looking at these two things right under his nose, Cheng Ying immediately made a conclusion in his mind.

Childish and out of place.

He didn't answer.

He pushed his right foot under the seat and pushed the closed medicine box and the clothes under the seat.

Reject her again, huh.

Jingzhi closed her eyes, tried to look pleasant, placed the notebook between their seats, and pushed it in his direction.

"Sorry, I soiled your notebook. This is for you."

Is now the time to say this?

Unable to speak, Cheng Ying wanted to express what he meant, but was afraid that if he used sign language, the woman would not understand.

So he took out his own small notebook from his pocket, and as he flipped through it, he saw the phone number soaked in her blood. Cheng Ying exerted a little force and pinched the edge of the notebook.

Why did she save him?

Didn't she know that Kong San didn't intend to kill him?

Why... was she so nice to him?

Cheng Ying had thousands of questions about this woman in his mind, but he didn't dare to think too deeply about them.

I just cared about myself and made up a character trait for her that was that of someone who would help others when she saw injustice.

They had only met twice, there was no way it could be for any other reason.

He had been carrying that notebook with him all the time, and it was curled up at the edges. There were only a few pages left to write on, and it was soaked with her blood.

Cheng Ying had no choice but to take the notebook from her.

The cover of the notebook was soft to the touch, and the paper inside was thick. It seemed a bit of a waste to use it to pass messages for a mute like him.

Seeing that he was willing to use that notebook, Jingzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That notebook belonged to Zhu Jiu.

Now he has gotten back what belonged to him.

Thinking of Zhu Jiu, Jingzhi's eyes softened slightly, and she didn't even think Cheng Ying's behavior of rejecting her was a big deal.

……

Cheng Ying opened the first page and wrote a sentence on it with his own pen.

Jingzhi looked at the pen beside his leg, which shook slightly childishly as the car started, and suddenly said:

"Your pen has fallen to the ground, and the words you write are choppy and not smooth at all. This pen is not worth much, so just use it."

Cheng Ying glanced at her, shook the pen vigorously, and then continued writing.

The ink flows smoothly and the written words are sharp and angular.

The fat man wiped off the ink spot on his face and thought he was unlucky.

【First of all, I should say thank you. 】

【Secondly, you shouldn't be here.】

【Finally, I will return this notebook to you no matter how much it costs. As for the pen, I have my own.】

After spreading out the notebook for her to see, Cheng Ying bent down and took out the bag from under the seat and handed it to her.

Jingzhi's first reaction was to close her eyes, tilt her head, and pretend to sleep.

Anyway, she couldn't see and the little mute couldn't speak, so he didn't mean to reject her.

She won't leave.

Seeing that she was pretending to be dead, Cheng Ying could only shake the plastic bag in his hand, making noise in an attempt to attract her attention.

The plastic bag rustled for a short while and then stopped.

Jingzhi was delighted, and just when she thought he had given up, she suddenly felt a weight on her knees.

She opened her eyes and saw that her clothes and pens were all sealed neatly in the bag.

Jingzhi turned her head and stared at the notebook in front of her for a few seconds, then suddenly snatched the notebook from his hand and spread it on her clothes.

A Zheng, I'm sorry.

She is impatient, and the gentle way of cultivating feelings doesn't seem to suit her.

She reached out and pulled out the pen that was pinned to his chest, bit off the cap with her mouth, and quickly wrote a line on the notebook.

Then hold it up and show it to him.

Not only did she show it to him, she also took the notebook and handed it to the front to show the fat man who was driving.

There was a very straightforward sentence written on the notebook, and anyone who could read could understand it.

[Xiaoying, I fell in love with you at first sight. To be honest, I want to pursue you. Do you understand?]