Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

This was the first time since Zhang Mo'er was captured by J on the island, he saw him losing control of his emotions.

Zhang Mo'er was not frightened by J's sudden madness, she just looked at J quietly without saying a word.

After a while, J seemed to have calmed down. He took a sip of the red wine, smiled the same obnoxious smile as before, and said to Zhang Moer, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Zhang Mo'er shook her head, "It's okay, but you haven't mentioned the main point after talking for so long."

J smiled meaningfully, "That's right, I was so excited that I forgot just now, since Mo'er didn't think what I just said was very interesting, she must be looking forward to what I have to say next."

Zhang Mo'er looked at J firmly, "If you don't say anything, I'll leave first."

"That cute boy, I really threw him into the sea, and he must have been digested in the shark's stomach by now."

Zhang Mo'er's face turned pale instantly, she rushed to J, gritted her teeth and asked, "What did you say, say it again!"

J smiled indifferently, "Why does Mo'er just like to make fun of herself?"

"What I said is true. I didn't lie to you. I sent him to heaven on our way here."

"Damn you!"

Zhang Mo'er directly poured the wine on the table onto J's face, and her fingers were embedded in her own flesh. She thought about countless possible outcomes, but she never thought that the little guy was really thrown into the sea by him.

This devil actually did such a thing.

J was splashed with wine stains all over his face, but he smiled and licked the wine from the corner of his mouth.

"Mo'er looks so pretty even when she's angry."

Zhang Mo'er was already holding the pen in her hand, and she stared at J with red eyes. She only needed to insert the pen into this scum's neck in a few seconds, and she could send him to heaven!

J continued to speak leisurely, "Isn't Mo'er leaving? Go back and rest, I've prepared a special performance for Mo'er tomorrow."

Zhang Mo'er's hand holding the pen suddenly loosened, and then regained her senses.

tomorrow……

Her intuition told her that what happened tomorrow was related to Shen Rongche.

She can't be impulsive now, even if she wants to die with J, she must bear it for the sake of Shen Rongche.

"Okay."

Zhang Mo'er replied blankly, and then walked away.

J giggled from behind, like a madman.

When Zhang Mo'er returned to her tent, the doctor was already waiting there.

"My body has recovered, and the doctor does not need to come."

Zhang Mo'er said loudly on purpose so that people outside could hear her.

She didn't want to drag the doctor down, she wanted to show that she hated the doctor on purpose.

The doctor said indifferently, "The daily checkup is a routine matter, please cooperate with Ms. Zhang."

Afterwards, Zhang Mo'er whispered to the doctor, "Thank you."

The doctor smiled and shook his head, "Miss Zhang, please raise your hand."

Zhang Mo'er cooperated, and the two didn't speak any more.

When the doctor was about to leave, Zhang Mo'er put the pen back into the doctor's hand and whispered, "I can't hurt you. After I gain his trust, I will find a way to let him let you go back. Don't worry, you will be back soon." The family is reunited with his wife and children."

The doctor shook his head firmly, and handed the pen to Zhang Mo'er.

"You take it!"

"Are you ready? Why is it taking so long today?"

The people outside urged.

The doctor hurriedly packed up his things, and said in a low voice, "You find a way to save the ink just now, and then return the pen to me."

Zhang Mo'er's eyes widened, she didn't expect ink to be tricky.

The doctor didn't say anything, just went out.

Zhang Mo'er looked down at the pen in her hand, her brows furrowed.

What should she use to hold the ink?
Since the doctor gave her the ink, it must be of great use.

Zhang Mo'er didn't have time to think about whether the little guy was still alive, she didn't dare to think about it.

She rummaged through her tent, finding nothing that could hold ink and hide.

She let out a breath and closed her eyes.

No way, it's a waste of time.

Zhang Mo'er forced herself to calm down, there must be a way.

This pen must not be discovered by J, otherwise the doctor will be implicated.

Zhang Mo'er lay flat on the bed, and occasionally someone would come in to take a look at her.

Seeing that Zhang Mo'er was motionless, she wanted to come over to check.

Zhang Mo'er immediately opened her eyes, and said coldly, "Go out."

The visitor snorted and went out.

From their point of view, Zhang Mo'er is just a prisoner, and they don't need to care about it at all. If their boss didn't value this woman very much, the brothers would have already started fighting.

Seeing such a beautiful woman dangling in front of his eyes every day, who can bear it.

Zhang Mo'er closed her eyes again after seeing the person leaving.

She can't be in a hurry, she must rescue Shen Rongche, and she will try her best to satisfy the doctor who promised.

After half an hour, someone came in again.

Seeing that Zhang Mo'er was breathing evenly, she thought she was asleep, so she went out in peace.

A few days ago, Zhang Mo'er was like this most of the time, lying on the bed when she had nothing to do, so this did not arouse the suspicion of the guards.

As soon as the man left, Zhang Mo'er opened her eyes.

She sat up quietly, gently tore off a corner of the leftover material of the tent, and then put the tent cloth into the teacup.

Pour all the ink in the pen into the teacup with the fabric, and she waited quietly, waiting for the ink to soak into the fabric completely.

Soon, the ink was dry, so she put away the pen and put it in her pocket.

Then he took the piece of cloth to dry beside the bed, and found something to block it.

Then he pretended to drop the teacup, making a mess on the ground, and soon someone came in.

"what happened?"

Zhang Mo'er turned her head calmly, "I accidentally fell, please clean it up."

Someone came in immediately to check whether Zhang Mo'er was lying.

Zhang Mo'er stood aside quietly without speaking.

The visitor picked up the things and only looked at them for a few times. He didn't find anything strange, so he left with these things, including the teacup that Zhang Mo'er used just now.

Zhang Mo'er called the man to stop.

"Any more questions? Miss Zhang?"

Zhang Mo'er said without a good face, "Change me a tea set, that tea set is dirty, I don't want to use it."

The visitor frowned slightly, complaining about this woman's farts in his heart.

But he still had to agree, who would let them be their master's guest now.

"Understood, Ms. Zhang, I'll change the tea set for you immediately."

"Ah."

Zhang Mo'er sat on the bed again, her eyes flicked to the piece of cloth.

Soon, a new tea set was delivered, but Zhang Mo'er fell asleep without looking at it.