Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Jiang Cong stuffed his swollen fingers into his mouth.

"Ginger, what are you doing?"

"what!"

The sudden sound behind him frightened Jiang Cong into jumping three times. He landed unsteadily and was about to fall down. A strong hand supported his back.

"Be careful, ginger!"

The sticky voice rang in his ears, Jiang Cong immediately got goosebumps all over his body, turned his head and touched a pair of smiling green eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, his whole body was stiff, and he forgot to react for a while.

Smith approached him, sniffed his hair on purpose, and said with a low laugh, "Ginger, my arms are very warm, right?"

Jiang Cong's eyes widened in an instant, and when he realized it, he immediately broke free from the opponent's embrace, almost gnawing his back molars.

Nonsence!

Warm up you bastard!
Seeing Jiang Cong's face turned ugly in an instant, Smith froze for a moment, with a hurt expression on his face: "Jiang..."

No, you can't give up all your previous efforts!
So, Jiang Cong forced himself to suppress his nausea again, squeezed out a smile, and looked at Smith with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I woke you up!"

Smith didn't speak, but took a deep look at him, then lowered his head and pulled out his injured finger, Jiang Cong's heart skipped a beat.

Oops, he found out!

"Jiang, you're hurt!"

Just when Jiang Cong was racking his brains and didn't know how to prevaricate, he suddenly heard such a sentence, and was overwhelmed by the undisguised distress in the other party's eyes. Jiang Cong was stunned for a while, feeling inexplicably Strange, it took a while to react, and hid her hands behind her back in embarrassment: "That... I, I accidentally!"

Seeing that Smith was still looking at him worriedly with his green eyes, Jiang Cong didn't know where to look. He turned his eyes, pointed at the medicine box, and said falteringly: " You...you don't think I'm peeking at your things, do you? No! I...I'm just curious...well, curious!"

"I believe in you!" Smith didn't care, grabbed his injured hand again, opened the medicine box with familiar movements, and began to apply medicine to bandage him.

The other party's expression and words were as gentle as if they were wiping a work of art. Jiang Cong bit his lips resentfully, but he didn't say a word in the end, and the urge to withdraw his hand again seemed to be gone.

If he loves to do it, let him do it!

Jiang Cong thought stubbornly.

"Jiang, you must take good care of yourself in the future!"

I don't know why Smith said such a sentence suddenly, Jiang Cong looked up at him in surprise, "...Why, did something happen?"

There was a bit of melancholy in Smith's eyes: "It's nothing, it's just my friend, because I didn't take good care of myself, I got hurt all over my body."

"Your friend?" Jiang Cong had a vague guess in his mind, could it be An Ting?
I'm worried that I don't have a chance, so let's move on from the topic!
So, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, looked at the medicine box and asked tentatively: "You went out last night to treat him?"

"Yes!"

"He...why is he injured?"

"I don't know very well, but it probably has something to do with the woman next to him!"

Fang Jianning?
Jiang Cong's eyes lit up, but he remained calm: "What woman?"

"It's also a poor woman..." Smith paused, as if he didn't want to say more, he looked at Jiang Cong faintly again, and said meaningfully: "Forcible love may not be counted as love." True love!"

Forced love? !
Jiang Cong's heart trembled, Fang Jianning didn't really fall in love with that guy, there was some other reason!
Great, this news is so timely, he has to tell the boss quickly to make him happy!
Seeing the flickering expression on Jiang Cong's face, Smith thought he was worried that this kind of thing would happen to him, and quickly explained: "Jiang, I won't treat you like this!"

However, Jiang Cong focused on the relationship between Fang Jianning and An Ting: "Then... if forced, won't that woman resist?"

"She can't resist!"

"why?"

Smith raised his eyebrows, "Because of me!"

Jiang Cong froze for a moment, as expected!

Immediately a surge of anger rose in my heart, and I said with a half-hearted smile: "Then you are really good!"

"Neither!"

Thinking that Jiang Cong was really praising himself, Smith hastily and modestly denied it. Jiang Cong rolled his eyes and continued to ask: "Then...you can also heal her again?"

"This..." Smith looked up at Jiang Cong, his face a bit embarrassed, "Jiang, to be honest, I don't want to lie to you, in fact, I have no way to heal her..."

"What? It can't be cured?" Jiang Cong was furious.

"ginger?"

Seeing Smith staring at him in surprise, Jiang Cong clenched his fists but couldn't vent his anger, gritted his teeth, forced his face under control, and laughed again, saying: "It's nothing, I just... just find it incredible, haha ! Your medical skills are so superb, how could it be impossible to heal a person you have dealt with?"

Smith did not doubt that he was there, and shook his head helplessly: "Some injuries are irreversible, no matter how good your medical skills are, it won't work!"

Jiang Cong nodded and didn't speak any more, but silently remembered the effective information from Smith's mouth firmly in his heart.

"What did you say?"

In the middle of the night, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his slightly thin face flickered under the light downstairs, and the knuckles holding the phone turned white. Although he had expected it, his guess was confirmed in his heart, and he was shrouded in anger. middle.

"Boss, boss, don't get excited!"

The other party tried to comfort him to restrain himself: "I listened to him, Miss Fang didn't do it voluntarily, so she really didn't betray you!"

The man's fingers holding the phone loosened, and his face looked better.

"Uh, but there is a troublesome thing that you need to pay attention to!"

The person on the other end of the phone continued: "According to Smith, Miss Fang is unlikely to be cured, so..."

So it is not wise to take her away directly.

The man's calm face sank again, and he looked out of the window with falcon-like eyes, and looked sharply at the crowd downstairs.

"I know."

Responding in a low voice, the man hung up the phone.

It seems that the careful plan I have pondered over the past few days has to be rearranged again.

I originally thought that as long as I found a way to gain her trust, and then took her away from that demon, as long as I gave her the best medical treatment, I could recover her like last time, but now it seems that I have to make another plan... …