I heard someone wants to raise me

"You lied to me." Jing Xiuzhu nodded and withdrew his hand.

Ning Jianjing saw his face change, turned his head to leave with a cold face, and shouted: "Jing Xiuzhu."

He seemed furious and didn't respond.

Ning Jianjing moved his body a little, took a breath and said, "It's not easy to take a taxi here, do you want to walk down?"

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head in the night, "Ning Jianjing, I have a competition in a few days, can you calm down a bit."

Ning Jianjing lowered his eyes, "No, I like to see you worry about me."

He had never felt others worrying about him, so it was like this.

"Little bastard." Jing Xiuzhu thought he was still making trouble.

He stretched out his hand to open the car door, grabbed his wrist and pulled him off: "Do you owe me a beating? I'm asking you. You don't go out to drink with your cronies at night, and you change your way of pastime? Master, you also listen to it occasionally. Listen and speak the truth."

"You... want me to obey?"

"Don't." Jing Xiuzhu sneered: "If you are obedient, it will rain red from the sky."

Ning Jianjing was pressed against the car by him, which happened to be against his injured back, frowned in pain, and took a low breath of air.

"Should you act?" Jing Xiuzhu pinched his neck, and asked him angrily: "A phone call, see if I rush over in a hurry, is it interesting?"

Is it interesting.

Ning Jianjing lowered his eyes, concealing a trace of loneliness in his eyes, he called several people, and they all felt that he was acting.

Only Jing Xiuzhu really came to pick him up.

He sat in the car and thought for a while, seeing him rushing over, he suddenly didn't want to tell him about his injury.

He didn't want Jing Xiuzhu to know that he had a bad relationship with the Ning family, and he didn't want him to know what kind of life he had lived in the Ning family before, and he didn't want him to know that he had lived by "selling blood" for so many years.

He would rather Jing Xiuzhu feel that he was arrogant and domineering, and that he deserved to be beaten, than that he felt sorry for himself.

He doesn't need anyone's pity.

half an hour.

Ning Jianjing looked up and smiled softly: "Yes."

Jing Xiuzhu took a deep breath, and felt that he was mentally ill, so he called him out on the phone.

Knowing that this little bastard didn't have a single word of truth in his mouth, and knowing that [-]% of the time he was playing with himself, he still came.

When he heard the soft groans and groans on the other end of the phone, his heart softened. He was afraid that if he was really in danger or injured, he would rush over as soon as his brain got hot, and he was afraid that he would drive down the mountain on his own will.

Now think about it, he has so many cronies, who can't come to pick him up, and must be himself?

Yes, the only thing he wants to play is himself.

Jing Xiuzhu pushed him against the car door, wishing he could strangle him to death, "Little bastard, it's fun playing with me, isn't it, I think you just need to clean up..."

"Jing Xiuzhu."

Ning Jianjing spoke suddenly, interrupted Jing Xiuzhu, without struggling, just looked into his eyes fixedly, and asked in a very low voice: "If, my brother and I got into a fight, who would you help?"

"Little friend, didn't you graduate from kindergarten? Still doing this kind of multiple-choice questions."

"Will you help him?"

Jing Xiuzhu found it boring, let go of his hand and sneered: "It's your family's business that you brothers fight, I'm an outsider, it's my turn to help..."

Ning Jianjing grabbed his wrist violently.

The palms were wet and cold, the forehead seemed to be covered with a thin layer of sweat, the lips were a little white and he opened his mouth, and asked softly: "If you must help one, will you help my brother?"

Jing Xiuzhu frowned, looked at the hope and hostility in his eyes, couldn't react for a moment, and asked stiffly, "Did you go back and fight with him today?"

Seeing that Jing Jing failed to get his answer, Ning suddenly slumped his shoulders, suddenly felt that it was meaningless for him to force him to make a choice, forced himself to smile and turned around, "No, let's go back to the base."

Jing Xiuzhu frowned and watched him silently walk to the passenger side, opened the door and sat in, fastened his seat belt quietly, turned his head sideways to face out the window and closed his eyes.

Jing Xiuzhu opened the car door and came in. For some reason, he suddenly said, "You call me Brother Sheng, and I will help you."

Ning Jianjing closed his eyes, "Get out."

Jing Xiuzhu smiled and patted his head, took advantage of the situation and rubbed it in a mess, thinking that your brother loves you so much, sent you to be disciplined by me, and even tried his best to threaten me not to touch you, how could he be willing? Beat you.

Ning Jianjing stopped talking, as if he had fallen asleep.

Jing Xiuzhu drove steadily, and it was almost ten o'clock when he returned to the base.

"I'm still sleeping when I get home."

Ning Jianjing didn't move.

Jing Xiuzhu unbuckled his seat belt and patted him on the shoulder casually, "Hey, wake up, what's the matter, do you want me to carry you back? Did you go to heaven?"

Ning Jianjing still didn't move.

Jing Xiuzhu had a hunch that something was wrong, Ning Jianjing's breathing was so shallow that he could hardly hear him, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push him over, only to find that his right cheek was already swollen!

Jing Xiuzhu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately reached out to grab the hem of his shirt.

Because he was bound by the seat belt, the shirt could only be lifted up a little bit, and Jing Xiuzhu could only vaguely see a little redness and swelling. When he was about to go up, Ning Jianjing's shoulders trembled suddenly.

"Well……"

Jing Xiuzhu released his fingers reflexively, not daring to touch his back again, and called his name in a low voice: "Ning Jianjing, wake up."

Ning Jianjing didn't know if he was still conscious, but he frowned when he called out, and instinctively shrank into his arms, his fingertips clenched the fabric of his sleeves, but his back hurt because of the pulling, so he reflected Sexually let go of his hand.

When Jing Xiuzhu carried him back to the dormitory, he happened to meet Wen Cheng who had just returned, "Boss, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, open the door for me."

Wen Cheng hurriedly found the key in his pocket and opened the door. Seeing that Ning Jianjing's face was pale and his right cheek was still swollen, and seeing Jing Xiuzhu's expression of murder, he tremblingly persuaded: " Well, that... If there is anything that cannot be resolved, we can call the police, and don't resort to force."

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at him sideways, "I look like someone who can beat people?"

Wen Cheng thought for a while and said cautiously: "No, but the boss is an exception. I think you can do anything to him."

"..." Jingxiu Zhupi looked at him with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "I'll let you know what resorting to force means if you don't leave this room for five seconds."

Wen Cheng glanced at the boss lying on the bed, silently mourned for half a second and quickly slipped away.

When he got to the door, he grabbed the door frame and pressed in a low voice: "That...it's against the law to take advantage of someone's fainting."

Jing Xiuzhu: "Either you come?"

Wen Cheng waved his hand immediately: "No, no, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."

Jing Xiuzhu locked the door, went to the bathroom to wash his hands and came back, found the ointment from the medicine box and put it aside, then carefully untied Ning Jianjing's clothes.

He is thin and white, with delicate and beautiful butterfly bones, and a neat and slender waistline. He is displayed in front of people's eyes without any defense, easily catching people's attention.

Jing Xiuzhu was not in the mood to appreciate how beautiful his body was, his whole heart was wrapped up in the big redness and swelling on his back, and he could hardly think.

He didn't lie when he said that his waist was going to be broken, it was true!

He had fought with someone at Ning's house, would he rather see medicine?

He didn't rule out that Ning Jianjing deserved to be beaten for his words, but it was never to the point where he would be beaten. The most angry people wanted to beat him, but they couldn't do it when it came time.

Jing Xiuzhu picked up Ning Jianjing's hand and looked at it. The finger bones were fair and there were no red marks. It didn't look like he had fought with someone, so it wasn't a fight between two people.

He is unilateral, beaten?

An inexplicable anger rose from the bottom of Jing Xiuzhu's heart in an instant, and he felt a twinge of pain. This feeling was extremely strange.

His chest seemed to be tied with a loose button, and when he was caught off guard, it was instantly tightened, and it was also like someone used a long red-hot needle to pierce the deepest part at once.

It's confusing.

He didn't feel this way when he lost the game for the first time.

Ning Jianjing is so squeamish, throwing away a sofa cushion if it doesn't fit well, and the bed is not soft enough even with three layers of quilts on it, and refuses to drink milk even if it smells a little bit fishy.

He has to be in pain to show weakness to himself, saying that his back hurts, and asking himself to pick him up.

——If I fight with my brother, will you help him?

Jing Xiuzhu didn't know why he asked this question, nor what his purpose was, but he wanted to kill the person who beat him right now.

Ning Jianjing was no longer short, but lying on his arm like this, he suddenly looked a little thin and slender. Jing Xiuzhu held him with one hand, squeezed ointment on the scar with the other hand, and gently squeezed it with his fingertips. Smudges and spreads evenly.

The ointment was irritating, Ning Jianjing shrank subconsciously, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a slightly painful groan escaped from her mouth.

Jing Xiuzhu subconsciously stopped his hands, and wiped off a layer of cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but unconsciously began to look at him.

This was the first time for him to really look at him. A few strands of hair at the corner of his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his fair forehead. His eyelashes were dark and wet, and he trembled from time to time because of the pain.

This little bastard, talking to him so badly just now, deliberately provoked himself to cover up the fact that he was injured. If he couldn't hold on and passed out in the car, would he still keep it from him?

He called himself over, but didn't tell the truth, he just held on all the way, passed out from the pain, and didn't even utter a moan?

Jing Xiuzhu was angry and distressed, and wanted to beat this man up, but he couldn't bear to see him lying in his arms so peacefully, with the glaring wound on his back.

Yes, he has always been so proud.

Because he knew that if no one came to pick him up, he would not be able to go down the mountain.

He is very clear that he is training at this time, and the two have always been tit-for-tat. If they are provoked, they will definitely think that he is deliberately playing tricks on him and won't pursue it further, but he won't ignore him.

Ten thousand steps back, I really don't care about him, that place is in the middle of the mountain, and there are villas on it, usually no one goes there, it is not easy to take a taxi, if he wants to come back, he must drive his car.

Step by step is all in his calculations.

So much thought!

Little bastard!

Jing Xiuzhu calmed down by cursing, and looked down at him lying quietly on his arm, obediently and softly, and the way he usually stretches his teeth and claws is completely different, but this half-dead look is not as good as the one that deserves to be beaten It looks pleasing to the eye.

Ning Jianjing, she was born to be arrogant and arrogant, and she should have no dust in her eyes.

Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead, "At that time, there were stars in your eyes, so bright that you deserve to be beaten."

At this time, Ning Jianjing's cell phone rang suddenly.

He took it out to take a look.

Rather see medicine.

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Preview of the next episode (Thief High Energy):

Team Jing: I can't bear to fight myself, let others fight?Tsk, let me teach you what it means to curse three thousand words without repeating.

Ning Jianyao: Don't ask, the question is that I was bullied by this old thing.

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