Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 372
Quan Jiu was carrying a bag of fruit, passing by the man who was turned away, his eyes showed no sympathy.

Xu Danbin was sitting on a chair in the corridor of the hospital. The wound last night had festered and flowed because it had not been sterilized, and the dried blood was still on his face. It could be seen that he stayed at the door all night and did not leave, completely forgetting that he was also a sick and wounded.

Seeing Quan Jiu, he hurriedly stood up, wanting to hold her, but remembered the filth of his hands, so he hurriedly stopped.

"Miss Liu, can I ask you to persuade Qing Qing for me..."

Xu Danbin looked at her eagerly.

Quan Jiu stopped in his tracks, his eyes were sharp and complicated:
"Why, do you want to marry her again now?"

Before Xu Danbin could answer, her next words were sharper, even a little mean.

"I'm curious, Mr. Xu Dashan, do you really like her, or do you have nowhere to vent your sympathy and want to marry her to show your noble and flawless saintly heart?"

This time, Xu Danbin did not hesitate at all, his black eyes firmly met Quan Jiu's.

"I'm sure, I really like Man Qing."

The always weak scholar straightened his back, his clear and clean black eyes were full of firmness, Quan Jiu tried to read a trace of hesitation and retreat from his eyes, but ended in failure.

The coldness around her dissipated a little: "It's useless if you like it."

Kong Manqing made it clear that she didn't want to continue to argue with him.

Xu Danbin also understood this truth, and his whole body was like a discouraged ball, slumped on a chair.

Quan Jiu bypassed him and entered the ward.

In the ward, Kong Manqing was half-sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the window, heard footsteps, and turned her head: "You are here."

Her mental state is much better than Quan Jiu imagined. If it weren't for her pale, bloodless face, most people would have thought she was just suffering from a cold.

"Are you afraid of me committing suicide?"

Kong Manqing spoke softly, with a calm face.

Quan Jiu was indeed afraid.

xia/body/severely torn, bleeding profusely, with more than [-] wounds all over his body, and red marks from being treated with rope whips all over his body.

When Quan Jiu entered the room, several wine bottles were scattered on the ground, with dried blood on the mouth of the bottles, and there were several men lying on the bed.

For many girls, it is estimated that they committed suicide last night.

Kong Manqing got the answer from her silence, and shook her head with a calm smile:

"No, the most difficult moments have been overcome, and the days to come will not be worse than last night."

Opera singers all pay attention to body management. As the most popular Xiaohuadan, Kong Manqing is even more strict with herself. Her skeleton is small. After two days of illness, her wrists are so thin that the bones can be seen.

She is too slender and weak, so many times, Quan Jiu feels that a gust of wind can blow her away.

Thinking of the people outside the door, she took the initiative to speak: "Xu Danbin is still at the door."

"I know."

Kong Manqing's eyes flickered, and she suddenly changed the subject.

"Is my story spread all over Jincheng?"

Quan Jiu pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

Kong Manqing seems weak and vulnerable, but in fact she is transparent and smart.

She asked Si Jinnian to completely block the news about what happened last night, but it was a step too late. Before they broke into the bedroom, two men had already had a good time and left, and at the same time spread the news.

Sleeping with the most popular character in Jincheng, what a face.

The two bragged when they met, and used vulgar language to describe Kong Manqing's beauty in bed with other gossipers.

Kong Manqing's eyes dimmed, not wanting Quan Jiu to see her loss, a smile was forced on the corner of her mouth:

"In fact, many people in Liyuan are not clean behind their backs. When they meet big bosses who support them, they cannot withstand the temptation of money and go astray."

As the most popular Huadan, many people came to Jincheng from thousands of miles just to listen to her song.

"Many people want to marry me, and the conditions they put forward are also very attractive. Some people are willing to give me the position of wife, and some people are willing to use ten shops and let me be his underground lover..."

Kong Manqing smiled weakly when she said this, and shook her head.

"But I didn't agree."

"I like to sing operas. I just want to come and leave innocently."

Once you get involved with money, all your likes will change in nature.

There was a flash of distress in Quan Jiu's eyes.

Kong Manqing has no background and is an orphan who was adopted by the owner of the Liyuan. She started practicing boy kung fu at the age of seven and made her debut at the age of ten. She has sung opera for 12 years.

A beautiful and memorable woman is like a little lamb surrounded by wolves in troubled times, trembling with fear every step she takes.

However, overnight, what she had held on to all her life was gone.

Her proud character has become a joke.

A look of desolation and sarcasm flashed in Kong Manqing's eyes:

"When everyone discusses me in the future, I'm afraid it's not about whether my opera is good or not, and how many men slept in my bed last night..."

She persevered and worked hard silently.

She practiced Tongzi Gong for 15 years.

Nobody cares anymore.

Quan Jiu was not good at comforting others, at this moment, she could only remain silent.

In the face of endless grief and heaviness, no matter what she said, it seemed too thin.

Human beings have such inferiority. When Kong Manqing was that lofty, spotless and aloof fairy, everyone enthusiastically sought after her, but when she fell from the altar, everyone instantly regained their balance.

What about fairies?
But so.

She is so dirty, not even comparable to ordinary people like us.

Many people even gained their sense of superiority by stepping on Kong Manqing.

In the end, they didn't even care who Kong Manqing was.

Empty human beings just need a tool to make themselves feel superior.

And Kong Manqing just happened to be that tool.

Quan Jiu was silent for a long time, and then said softly:
"So you don't want to implicate Xu Danbin, lest he marry you and be laughed at all his life?"

Second-hand goods, broken shoes, she had heard a lot of these words on the way to the hospital today.

Kong Manqing lowered her eyes and stared at her hands:
"I'm already rotten, so it doesn't make sense for him to take his whole life into it."

It's enough for her to bear the gossip and gossip alone. For someone as good as Xu Danbin, there's no need to stay in hell with her.

Thinking of the people outside the door, Kong Manqing's eyes showed tenderness for the first time:

"Miss Liu, he is actually a very good person."

Quan Jiu: "But he failed to protect you."

Xu Danbin is too weak.

Kong Manqing shook her head: "You are a strong-willed person, so only a man like San Ye can attract you, but I am different."

Quan Jiu expressed his understanding.

After all, turnips and greens have their own preferences.

Kong Manqing looked at the small window outside the ward, where there was a tall figure who had been standing there for a long time.

She gently curled her lips: "The third master is here to pick you up."

(End of this chapter)