Zhao Jian's heart was shaking. It seemed that she had really said something in her sleep, so that the person in front of her was so angry.

She chuckled and tried to whitewash the peace, "Don't be so serious, you scared me."

The man snorted, unmoved, "Then you can explain carefully what your relationship is with Seven!"

Zhao Jian's brain was hit for a moment. Could it be that when she was asleep, she said that she had any indescribable relationship with Seven?

But it's impossible, they don't match their gender.

"Didn't I explain it clearly last time? The doctor-patient relationship."

The man looked at her coldly, as if he was disbelief.

"We really have nothing else to do with each other, but the illness was quite...it was quite serious. Seven he took care of me for a long time."

"He takes care of you?"

Ji Rufeng frowned. With Yu family and Zhao family, it shouldn't be seven's turn to take care of him.

"He's a doctor."

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "What disease?"

Zhao Jian smiled and held his hand and broke out three fingers, "Dear, you are already the third problem now."

The man paused, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly dark.

"Okay, no matter how long Seven has taken care of me, you don't have to compete with him, because he and I have never been close to you, and let alone, you will take care of me for a longer time in the future, right?"

Ji Rufeng's heart sluggishly, and his anger that had risen for a day and a night disappeared due to this sentence.

Yes, he will take care of her for a longer time in the future.

Zhao Jian leaned against his chest, unbuttoned his buttons one by one, and the word "whose" was depicted on his chest with his fingertips, silently causing tremors.

"Rufeng, about my past. If you hear anything in the future, I want you to ask me first and then make a judgment, okay?"

The man slowly hugged her, "Don't you want to tell me now?"

"I'm not mentally prepared."

To be precise, she was still afraid that he would no longer want her after knowing her past, as Zhao Cheng said.

She lay on his chest with pure and peaceful appearance, looking a little fragile. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, rub the back of her head, and slowly fell down.

After relieving his jealousy, Ji Rufeng didn't want to go anywhere, so he simply held Zhao Jian's hand and went upstairs again.

Standing in the elevator, he held Zhao Jian's hand and wanted to find something on her arm, but there was only a bandaid on the back of Guanghua's white hand, and there was no trace on her arm. I wonder if she had really injected sedative drugs before, and why did she get sedative drugs?

And the three years she disappeared, what did she experience?

Ji Rufeng looked at her and felt a little bit of inquiry about her past for the first time. Of course, this was not to satisfy her inner curiosity, but to share the burden with her.

"Have you ever had such a situation before? I slept for so long for no reason, but I couldn't wake up no matter how I called it?"

"Yes," Zhao Jian certainly wouldn't hide it from him, but as for the reason, "the reason is unknown. Anyway, it's just sleeping, so there's no big problem."

“Isn’t this a big problem?”

Zhao Jian smiled. If Ji Rufeng had seen her illness, he would know what a big problem was.

She shook her head, "If I do this in the future, you don't have to worry about me and let me sleep."

“…”

His mouth twitched and he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!