The eyes of the four eyes were facing each other, and Ji Rufeng kept calling for the wronged.

"When did I question you?"

"Last night!"

When I came up, I asked her if she had hit Jiang Xuerou, and why wasn't she questioning her?

Ji Rufeng was speechless. When did he question her? He was just too anxious after seeing the incident on Weibo, so he wanted to find her to confirm.

She, Zhao Jian, isn't it good that he is worried about?

He slapped his forehead, covered his face for a while, and asked with difficulty: "Do you think I'm asking you for Jiang Xuerou?"

"uh-huh?"

"This is really not..."

Zhao Jian raised his eyebrows, full of doubts.

"I'm not worried about Jiang Xuerou. Yesterday I just wanted to ask her if it was really related to you." Ji Rufeng held Zhao Jian's hand, and her hand was still a little cold. Ji Rufeng put it on his lips and kissed her, then wrapped her hand in his palm, raised her eyes and looked at her again, with her black eyes burning and serious, "That's all."

"real?"

"Take this as evidence."

Ji Rufeng clenched his fist with his right hand and beat it on his left chest.

Zhao Jian looked at him, his eyes sank into the depths of his eyes, and his heart that had broken down this morning seemed to condense together little by little in such obsessive gazes again.

When he first met Ji Rufeng, he was rebellious and cynical, without infatuation or stopping, as naughty as a child.

But not only from that day on, her heart was burned by his black eyes, becoming hot and soft, hot and warm because of him.

Zhao Jian slowly closed his eyes, and she knew that she believed it, no matter whether his words were true or false.

With his forehead pressed against his shoulder, Zhao Jian asked in a depressed manner: "What about going to the hospital this morning?"

"I thought you really bumped into her and went over to talk about compensation so that she could delete her Weibo." He explained, and then asked again: "By the way, how could you know?"

Zhao Jian pulled out his hand and climbed upwards bit by bit along his waist. Finally, he fell to his chest. Zhao Jian pointed there, "If you don't know, don't do it unless you do it."

Ji Rufeng couldn't help laughing, holding the two naughty fingers, "You... will think a lot."

He put it on his lips and bit it gently. When Zhao Jian's fingers were retracted impatiently, Ji Rufeng turned her face over with a hint of ambiguous smile on his face, "Since that's the case, you can answer me a question."

Zhao Jian blinked, as if suddenly he was blessed to his heart, and pushed him away, "I won't answer, I won't answer."

"You can't help it!" Ji Rufeng grabbed her arm and pressed the person back on her legs, pinching her waist and refused to let her move, and asked, "Do you think I'm worried about Jiang Xuerou. Last night you lost your temper and got depressed, and ran down to drink and refused to go back to sleep. Is he jealous, right?"

Zhao Jian's ears suddenly turned red. The hateful man knew everything and even came to ask her!

Does she look like someone who hides her ears and steals her bells and doesn't tell her?

"No, no, no, no! I don't have it!"

Zhao Jian screamed, pushing his shoulders away, trying his best to climb down, but the man's arms were like two iron pliers, firmly clamping her.

"Let me go!" Zhao Jian slapped his arm hatefully.

"Don't let go!" The man learned her tone and tightened his arms again.
Chapter completed!