Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Ye felt Ji Mingzhe's undisguised killing intent.

He knew that he was talking too much, but he couldn't take it back.

And if you really think about it, the deaths of Si Le and Uncle Liu are all related to him, Qiu Ye, and even seriously, he can be regarded as a half-murderer.

How to repay this account?

Qiu Ye didn't know, he could only apologize to the person in front of him palely and dullly like all the irreversible pasts before.

But Ji Mingzhe frowned and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

Qiu Ye froze, opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. If he had had Ji Mingzhe's mind when his parents passed away, all the tragedies might not have happened.

"Ji Mingzhe..." After a long time, Qiu Ye finally found his voice, but the door of the ward was pushed open, and the dressing nurse came in with a tray.

The oppressive atmosphere in the ward also dissipated with a bang, Ji Mingzhe's cold expression slightly retracted, he turned sideways to make way for the approaching nurse, and then walked towards the door.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Qiu Ye panicked and wanted to pull him, but he failed and fell off the bed accidentally.

"Yeah!" The nurse yelled.

Ji Mingzhe turned his head amidst the sound of the infusion stand falling to the ground, just in time to see Qiu Ye sitting in a pile of infusion tubes in embarrassment.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he turned back to help Qiu Ye up from the ground together with the nurse.

"Hiss—" the nurse looked at Qiu Ye's abdomen and gasped, "The wound seems to be bleeding, wait a minute and I'll call Director Wang."

After speaking, the nurse asked Ji Mingzhe to help hold Qiu Ye's wound, and then hurried out.

However, Qiu Ye didn't care much about his injury. When Ji Mingzhe leaned over, he leaned on him, and then there was a bit of pain in his eyes.

Fearing that Ji Mingzhe would avoid him, he snorted on purpose, as weak as he could be.

Ji Mingzhe didn't know the condition of Qiu Ye's wound, so he really didn't dare to move, and helped to press the bleeding gauze without saying a word.

It was the first time since we broke up that we were so close to each other when we were sober. Qiu Ye could not help being a little obsessed with the faint scent of aromatherapy on Ji Mingzhe's body.

He rubbed his head against Ji Mingzhe's clothes, then turned his head and tentatively pressed his entire face against his chest.

Ji Mingzhe frowned, because he helped press the wound, so he didn't avoid it.

It's a pity that the doctor arrived very quickly, Qiu Ye was pushed down on the bed not long after, and then the gauze on the abdomen was removed and bandaged again.

During this period, Ji Mingzhe did not leave immediately, but stood by the bed and watched.

"Be careful next time," the attending doctor warned after the bandage was finished. "You are too reckless to get out of bed and go to the toilet or something. If it gets more serious, you will have to go to the operating table again!"

"Okay, I will definitely pay attention next time." Qiu Ye smiled apologetically.

Seeing that he was so obedient and broke out in cold sweat, the doctor couldn't say anything more, so he also smiled and said, "The skin injuries in other places are almost the same. In the past two days, I can ask someone to help wipe off my body. I listened to Aunt Zhang, the nurse. Said you have been yelling for two days."

Qiu Ye cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Okay."

After the doctor left, Qiu Ye looked at Ji Mingzhe who was standing aside, and looked down at his blood-stained hands, "Would you like to wash? The bathroom is over there."

Qiu Ye pointed to the small door in the corner of the room. He lived in a single advanced ward with a small bathroom.

Ji Mingzhe didn't speak, but stared at Qiu Ye with unclear emotions behind the lens. When the latter couldn't bear it and was about to turn his eyes away with guilt, he raised his foot and walked towards the bathroom.

Qiu Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After a while, Ji Mingzhe, who had washed his hands well, met Qiu Ye, who was slowly moving over, at the door of the bathroom.

"...I want to go to the bathroom." Under Ji Mingzhe's expressionless gaze, Qiu Ye took the lead in explaining.

After a moment of confrontation, Ji Mingzhe got out of the way, watched Qiu Ye walk to the toilet like a snail, he went out and closed the door.

Qiu Ye pretended to untie the thin belt of the hospital gown, and then did not do anything else. He listened for a long while with his ears upright, making sure that Ji Mingzhe had not left, and then began to undress in peace.

Ji Mingzhe waited outside for 10 minutes, but no one came out. He frowned, then reached out and knocked on the door.

"are you ready?"

He was answered by a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Ji Mingzhe opened the door of the bathroom before he realized it. Then he saw Qiu Ye who was sitting naked on the ground, holding his head and gasping for air.

"What are you doing?" Ji Mingzhe walked in with a sullen face.

Hearing his voice, Qiu Ye raised his head and blinked innocently, and explained, "Dr. Wang said just now that I can scrub, so... I haven't been able to take a bath for a week, and I feel very uncomfortable."

As he said that, Qiu Ye struggled to get up from the ground, but at this moment, Young Master Qiu was delicate and weak, and he tried several times without success, so he successfully asked the only person on the scene who could help him, "Can you help me?" A hand?"

At this time, Qiu Ye's tone of voice and facial expression are very similar to those who pretended to be weak when he was a teenager. He knows that his behavior is pretentious and hypocritical, but it works for Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Mingzhe's temper is not good.

In the past, when two teenagers grew up together, occasional conflicts were inevitable.

Qiu Ye remembered that there was a time when he was particularly fond of polar bicycles, which were both thrilling and exciting to play, and it was very easy for him, a sophomore in middle school who was fearless and fearless, to get on them.

Qiu Ye always wanted to play, but Ji Mingzhe had a steady personality, knowing that it was dangerous, so he stopped him from touching it.

Finally, one time, Qiu Ye secretly carried Ji Mingzhe to a race with a group of cyclists, but almost fell into the cliff and lost his life.

Because Ji Mingzhe was very angry when he found out about this at the time, no matter how Qiu Ye tried to coax him, he couldn't coax him well.

In the end, Qiu Ye sat outside Ji Mingzhe's bedroom door, crying half-truthfully, and even froze himself with a bad cold. The latter finally opened the door for him with a cold face.

"Why don't you beat me up," Qiu Ye said with tears in his eyes, sniffing, "After you relieve your anger, don't ignore me again."

At that time, Ji Mingzhe really beat him up, but it was this man who softened his heart and went out to buy medicine for him in the middle of the night, and then came back to take care of him.

So for many years, deliberately pretending to be weak and pitiful was Qiu Ye's trump card to coax Ji Mingzhe.

After seeing Ji Mingzhe nervous about his injury tonight, the 28-year-old Qiu Ye shamelessly repeated the old trick, but the effect was surprisingly good.

After hearing what he said, Ji Mingzhe really stretched out his hand to him. Qiu Ye was overjoyed and grabbed his palm.

When he got up, his wet body deliberately approached Ji Mingzhe calmly, and Ji Mingzhe did pull him up half-supported and half-embracing as if he didn't notice.

However, in the next second, Qiu Ye's arm was suddenly twisted behind him, and his entire upper body was pressed down on the washstand, and then he heard Ji Mingzhe's extremely cold voice asking, "What exactly do you want?"