Xu Jiamu didn't say anything. First, he quietly pulled out his hand that was caught by the car door, and then handed the car key to the doorman: "Please help me stop the car, thank you."

When the doorman took the key, Xu Jiamu turned around and walked into the Beijing Hotel.

Xu Jiamu stood in the elevator, staring at the front with a plain expression. The intact hand quietly stroked the other hand that had just been pinched, which was covered with dark purple blood. It felt a biting pain when touched. However, these pains were not as good as the pain in his heart.

He was clearly determined to forget and quit the habits related to her in his life, but when he noticed her, he still couldn't help staring at her and was left with only staring at her and now he was no longer qualified to say hello to her.

One day, he would also change the habit of staring at her and being obsessed with it.

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Xu Jiamu at the dinner was elegant and polite. Whether it was a familiar person or an unfamiliar person, as long as someone came up to chat with him, he would smile and greet him patiently for a while. His performance was so perfect that it was impeccable.

There were indeed many famous ladies and daughters who came to chat with him on their own initiative, including one or two young women who had always focused on him and created opportunities at the banquet. They met him several times.

In the past, Xu Jiamu didn't pay much attention to these women, but tonight, when the women greeted him, he smiled and clinked his glasses and drank them all.

Halfway through the banquet, Xu Jiamu still pulled out and walked towards the quiet balcony, lit a cigarette, and halfway through the banquet, the glass door behind him was suddenly pushed open and someone walked in.

Xu Jiamu subconsciously turned his head and saw a young woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw someone on the balcony, and then smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I don't know there are people here."

Xu Jiamu didn't say anything, but just snatched the cigarette in his hand, walked towards the banquet hall, and gave the balcony to the girl who came out to breathe.

When Xu Jiamu reached out to pull the door, the girl suddenly stared at his fingers and whispered: "Sir, your hands seem to be very serious. Have you applied medicine?"

Xu Jiamu glanced at his fingers that were swollen from the car door, turned his eyebrows calmly, looked at the girl, nodded slightly at her, expressed his gratitude and concern, and opened the door.

But the girl took out a ointment from the bag she carried with her and handed it over: "This ointment is very effective in removing blood stasis and reducing swelling. I'll give it to you."

Xu Jiamu did not go to pick her up, but raised her head again and took a special look at the girl. She was not very beautiful. Even with makeup, she still looked a little mediocre and inconspicuous.

The girl was embarrassed by Xu Jiamu's stare. Maybe she realized that she was too enthusiastic just now, so she smiled shyly and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm a doctor. When I see someone getting injured, I will have such a conditional reaction."

As he said that, the girl took back the ointment that she held up in front of Xu Jiamu.
Chapter completed!