Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Xie Jing came out of the room leaning on a cane. The old housekeeper had already been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Thank you, Master."

Xie Jing turned his face away and let out a low 'hmm'.

His hand was still bleeding, and it fell on the carpet along the fingertips, looking a little creepy.

The old housekeeper glanced at the closed door, "Miss Jiang..."

Xie Jing: "She's fine."

The old housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, glanced down, and then noticed the terrible wound on Xie Jing's hand, and hurriedly said:

"Are you injured?! Do you want to call the doctor to come over and take a look at you?"

Xie Jing refused: "No need, I can handle it myself later."

He turned his bloody hand to the side behind him, not letting the housekeeper look at it.

The old housekeeper sighed, "Okay."

Because he was afraid that his own blood would stain the bracelet Jiang Zijin gave him, Xie Jing carefully wrapped the silver bracelet with a handkerchief so that it did not get any dirt.

Xie Jing: "Go down first."

His orders were always the same, and now that the decision was made, the old butler didn't dare to intervene.

Xie Jing was about to leave on crutches, but halfway there, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and ordered: "Call some obedient maids to wipe her body, and then change into more comfortable clothes."

Xie Jing paused for a moment, then continued: "Whatever she wants or orders, do her best to satisfy her."

The old housekeeper bowed: "Yes."

Xie Jing looked down at the silver bracelet wrapped in a handkerchief in his arms.

Under the light of the incandescent lamp, several Italian words that were worn away were faintly visible on the inside of the bracelet.

【perilmio Amore.】

【Dedicated to my beloved. 】

.......

Xie Jing clenched the bracelet tightly, and there was a dry itching in his throat. He coughed heart-piercingly while clutching his chest, his face was sickly red, and blood foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

As if he wanted to cough up all his viscera, Xie Jing supported the wall, and the crutch slipped from his trembling arms.

'bang'

The crutch made a slight noise on the ground.

After a while, the cough gradually subsided.

Xie Jing raised the back of his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, bent down and picked up the cane that fell on the ground.

A frivolous male voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Thank you sir."

Xie Jing looked away expressionlessly.

Johns looked him up and down with a playful expression, and then said: "I haven't seen you for a few hours, why did Young Master Xie make himself so embarrassed?"

Xie Jing said: "...you haven't left yet?"

Johns choked, with a bitter face: "I'll throw it away after you use it up."

Xie Jing didn't speak.

Johns: "You can't be so ruthless as a human being. Seeing that I have done you such a big favor, there is no credit but also hard work. You don't even have a word of thanks?"

Xie Jing: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

The corner of Johns' mouth twitched: "..."

It seemed that Xie Jing really didn't want to entangle with him any more, and he didn't even turn his head.

Johns glanced at the handkerchief on Xie Jing's hand, and said coolly behind him: "You don't want to know, who gave this bracelet?"

Xie Jing stopped walking.

Johns: "I can help you keep her, and naturally I know a lot about this bracelet."

Xie Jing turned around and said coldly, "Say."

Johns said, "This thing is not of this world, as I'm sure you know very well."

Xie Jing's career is going smoothly, partly because of his own excellent ability, and partly because of this bracelet.

The bracelet has brought him "luck" invisibly, so every decision he makes and every project he invests in has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

Xie Jing was silent.

Johns said: "I know who gave this bracelet to Miss Jiang."

Xie Jing raised his head, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Who?"

Johns patted the non-existing dust on his priestly robe, "Actually, you should have seen it too."

He raised the corners of his lips, spoke softly, and scanned Xie Jing's face inch by inch.

"This god is five or six points similar in appearance to you."

Xie Jing didn't show it on his face, but he was holding the silver bracelet tightly with his palm, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding.

Johns smiled even more: "You look like him."