Love is like melting

Chapter 31 Thinking too much

"Ji Yerong, why do you want to live? Why do you want to come back when you're alive?" Yun Yingluo stared at her inquisitively, and asked in a cold voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Ji Yerong lowered his eyes, pursed his bloodless lips, and remained silent.

The ward was as quiet as death, only breathing alternately. After a while, Yun Yingluo said: "Leave the presidential palace, leave Yancheng, I don't have to kill you, otherwise..."

There was a pause in the voice, and the eyes that shot at her were full of murderous intent.

"Do you know why I took two shots from you without any resistance back then?" Ji Yerong's voice was very soft, and before Yun Yingluo could answer, she asked herself and answered, "Although I didn't kill Boren, Boren died because of me." Death, that is what I owe Liancheng."

So she accepted it willingly.

"Shut up!" Upon hearing Liancheng's name, Yun Yingluo obviously couldn't control her emotions and became agitated, "How can a bastard like you deserve to call my son's name directly! You didn't take two shots Fate, I wish I could shoot you two hundred more times and it would not be enough!"

Ji Yerong's expression was cold, and she was indifferent to such harsh words. She raised her eyes and looked at her, "You can't deny that Liancheng loves me very much, and he never blamed me until he died..."

"Shut up!" Yun Yingluo interrupted her, angrily reaching out to slap her face.

Before her fingertips touched Ji Yerong's face, she easily restrained Yun Yingluo's hand.

The hand with the needle inserted viciously waved towards Yun Yingluo's face, and the crisp voice lingered in the room.

Yun Yingluo was dumbfounded.

For so many years, except for her father, no one dared to beat herself, even Lian Zhen back then did not dare to touch her in the slightest.

Ji Yerong's face was pale, without a trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were as cold as metal, "Yun Yingluo, do you think that Liancheng's death is solely my responsibility? If it wasn't for you that night...you didn't force me to He and Liu Ruolan, he will not escape... let alone die!"

If Liancheng died because of Ji Yerong, then Yun Yingluo was the evil hand who pushed Liancheng to the brink of death.

In order to make Liancheng and Liu Ruolan together, Yun Yingluo did not hesitate to use the despicable means of drugging Liancheng.

Aside from Liancheng's indignation, how could he not feel pain in his heart, he resisted desperately, struggled to the death, and escaped from Yun Yingluo's net, but he did not escape the pursuit of death.

Yun Yingluo seemed to have been stabbed to the cartilage by Ji Yerong, she was emotional and extremely angrily.

His face turned from green to white, his eyes were filled with scarlet, he grabbed the fruit knife on the bedside table and stabbed at Ji Yerong, "I'll kill you!"

Ji Yerong's expression was as calm as before, indifferent, watching the fruit knife stabbing towards him, without even frowning.

The fruit knife did not penetrate Ji Yerong's chest, because it was blocked, it pierced the palm of Ji Yerong's chest, blood dripped quickly, blooming the most enchanting flowers on the white bed sheet.

Yun Yingluo was startled, and looked up to see the people beside him clearly, who else could there be except Lian Mo!
Lian Mo's expression was tense, his deep eyes shifted from Ji Yerong's calm face to Yun Yingluo's blue and white face, and he took the fruit knife in her hand calmly and calmly.

The tip of the knife was pulled out from the palm, blood splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He threw the knife on the ground, and looked at Yun Yingluo in his eyes, the waves became more and more gloomy, "I killed Liancheng, if you want to kill me, just kill me, don't hurt her again."

"You—" Yun Yingluo's eyes tightened suddenly, she didn't expect him to admit that he was the murderer so straightforwardly.

Lianmo ignored Yun Yingluo's existence, and his eyes fell on Ji Yerong's hand. The blood flowed backwards, and most of the hose had turned red. He immediately rang the emergency bell for the nurse to deal with.

"You have been noble and elegant all your life, but today it's because we let people see you as a hysterical shrew?" Lian Mo said this with his back to Yun Yingluo, his tone was cold.

Yun Yingluo was silent, and after a while, she glared at Ji Yerong with sinister eyes, and left the ward before the nurse arrived.

……

The nurse came over and saw that Lian Mo's hand was injured more seriously than Ji Yerong, so she subconsciously wanted to help him, but Lian Mo waved her hand to say no.

Ayu's hands are more important.

The nurse helped Ji Yerong pull out the needle, stopped the bleeding, replaced it with a new infusion, and inserted the needle in the other hand.

Lian Mo was sitting on the sofa, while Yan Xi was sewing stitches on his palm.

Before Chen Ying wanted to kill her, he blocked it with his hand. The wound hadn't healed, but this time he was pierced through the palm again, aggravating the injury; this hand will not heal in a short time, and if you don't pay attention, you may hurt your nerves. One hand is useless.

When Yan Xi was talking about this, Lian Mo didn't listen at all, because his eyes stayed on Ji Yerong, his eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling chilly.

……

After everyone left the ward, Lian Mo got up and walked to her side, staring at her condescendingly.

The thinned lips parted slowly: "This is the last time, Ayu."

Ji Yerong's eyes flicked, and he met him calmly: Are you still angry after all? !
He gently stroked her cheek with his uninjured left hand, and said in a low voice, "At least, don't let them hurt you!"

Ji Yerong killed Yueying, but deliberately did not explain in front of Chenying and others, provoking Chenying to attack her.

he knows.

Ji Yerong didn't know what he said to Liu Ruolan by the lake, causing Liu Ruolan to attack her. Even though her legs were inconvenient, if she didn't want to, how could Liu Ruolan touch her, let alone push her into the lake.

He also knew.

If she hadn't used Liancheng as a bait to stimulate Yun Yingluo today, how could Yun Yingluo, who has always paid attention to image and posture, want to kill her like a shrew and a ghost.

She did everything on purpose, and he knew about it, but he didn't reveal it.

He doesn't care how she makes Liu Ruolan or Yun Yingluo unhappy or angry, what makes him unhappy is that she puts herself in danger time and time again.

If he hadn't appeared in time these few times, she would have been injured again.

Ji Yerong's cold eyes flickered for a moment, she thought she had contradicted Yun Yingluo, after all he couldn't help but get angry with his biological mother.

I didn't expect him to be angry because of this.

His eyes fell on his bandaged right hand, and his voice was cold: "Your hand... will be destroyed."

Lian Mo sat on the edge of the bed, without looking at her injured hand, her eyes fell on her leg, "Then I will be your foot, and you will be my hand, okay?"

The voice is gentle, and it doesn't seem like what he would say.

Ji Yerong was silent with downcast eyes.

He once gave Liu Ruolan such tenderness, she was really envious at that time, always thinking that one day if he could treat her like this, even just for one day.

Now he finally stopped being stingy and gave her tenderness, but she no longer cared about it.

Lian Mo stayed with Ji Yerong for a long time in the ward. He didn't get up until she lay down and seemed to be asleep. Then he got up and left quietly. He had too many things to do.

Already on the way, when he received a call saying that Yun Yingluo had gone to the hospital, he knew that Yun Yingluo would not just do a physical examination, so he hurried back.

Fortunately, he came back.

Ayu was not injured.

As long as she's not hurt.

Not long after Lian Mo left the ward, Ji Yerong opened his closed eyelids again, his brows were clear, and he didn't even look like he was asleep.

Shi Huan stood guard at the door of the ward, and Song Yao walked in, relieved to see that she was safe and sound.

"Your Excellency, are you suspicious?"

Ji Yerong's face was calm and unwavering. Thinking of Lian Mo's words, his voice tightened, "Maybe he knew from the beginning."

Song Yao frowned: "Then you're still here, pissing off those lunatics again and again! What's the difference between you doing this and setting yourself on fire?"

Ji Yerong's hollow eyes looked at the desolation outside the window, and his voice was cold and fragmented: "From the moment I decided to come back, I never thought about whether I could leave alive!"

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the eyes shifted to Song Yao, "But you, you don't need to stay here, if you lose your life in vain, it's not worth it!"

When Song Yao heard her words, his sword eyebrows twisted into a mess, "You said the phrase 'thirteen people, one life' at the beginning. We are all prosperous, and we are all ruined. We will not help you with your enmity. Report, who will help you report?"

They were all trained by Ji Yerong, formed a team, and went through life and death; even if Ji Yerong killed Yueying, they still believed in Ji Yerong without a single word of explanation.

Because of Yueying's death, no matter how sad and indignant Chen Ying was, he would not be so ruthless to Ji Yerong, unless she wanted Chen Ying to do so.

The first time they saw Ji Yerong that morning, an invisible tacit understanding had already been reached. Without any words, everyone in the soldier ghost could cooperate with Ji Yerong to stage the splitting scene tacitly. The drama is so realistic that everyone believes it is true.

The soldier ghosts were disbanded in name, but they were actually more united than before. To be more precise, the soldier ghosts were no longer your soldier ghosts, but Ji Yerong's soldier ghosts.

On the surface, they were disbanded and dispersed to various departments. Shi Huan and Song Yao stayed by your side as bodyguards, but in fact they infiltrated various departments to become Ji Yerong's intelligence agents, working for Ji Yerong secretly.

Everything that happened when Lian Mo came back was in Ji Yerong's plan, the only thing that was not in her plan was Mu Jin's death.

The purpose of her coming back was to find out the person who drugged Liu Ruolan four years ago, so that she could find the new leader of the criminal group and return all the humiliation she suffered back then.

But I didn't expect Mu Jin to die, she died two years ago, now she has only two goals: to avenge herself, and to avenge Mu Jin!
Ji Yerong told Song Yao to let everyone wait and see what happened, not to do anything, and wait for her news.

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

Ji Yerong stayed in the ward every day without going out, and Lian Mo had no reason to go to the presidential palace, so he stayed in the ward to accompany her day and night.

They spent more time together this month than they had spent together in all the years before.

During the day he went to meetings, came and went in a hurry, signed documents and answered emails in the ward at night, and when he was really sleepy, he would lie on the sofa or beside her for a while.

Ji Yerong didn't sleep much, and could often see him lying beside her, with unconcealable fatigue lingering on his sword eyebrows, sleeping defenselessly, as if she could easily kill him in the next second.

Under the elegant light, his skin is very fair and delicate, and his handsome face has faded from the youthfulness at the age of 20, and has completely matured and settled.The thick fan-like eyelashes quietly covered the eyes, and the thin lips under the erect nose bridge were pursed into a line, faintly paranoid.

Ji Yerong didn't know how long he stared at him like this, until he opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his thin lips: "After watching me for so many years, I still lose my soul."

This sentence was often said by Mu Jin in the past, she would always say: Your Excellency is really handsome, so handsome that it can make people lose their souls.

When Ji Yerong heard such words, he would inevitably think of hibiscus, his eyes were drooped, the waves were dim, and he was habitually silent.

Lian Mo got up and stroked her seaweed-like long hair, soft and dazzling, "Do you miss Xiao Jin again?"

(End of this chapter)