You brought up the divorce. Why are you crying when your wife is gone?

I was a little curious and waited for Jiang Ling'er to continue talking. Unexpectedly, she gave up and then said to me mysteriously, "Ji Cun seems... to have that tendency?"

I was suddenly startled. Such a sensitive topic made my eyelids twitch. Then I subconsciously glanced left and right, and then said in a low voice, "What are you talking about without beginning or end?"

"I said that..."

Jiang Ling'er paused, "SM?"

I almost slapped her on the back of the head, "Can you even see this tendency?"

"That's not... in our play, there is a scene where the palace maid is tied up."

Jiang Ling'er blinked, "Originally, Ji Cun acted in a cool and aloof manner as a master, but when he saw it later, he shouted, 'I'm so excited', and his whole expression changed!"

I was startled and moved into the bed. I subconsciously wanted to cover myself with a quilt. I didn’t know why I felt creepy when I heard this kind of thing. Then I said cautiously, “Isn’t it true that Ji Cun really likes that kind of thing? "

"Wow……"

Jiang Ling'er gasped, "That's a bit scary. What do you think Ji Cheng is like in this regard? Is he a bitch? Just like throwing a whip..."

I hugged myself and shook my head wildly, "Stop talking, stop talking, I must move out of his villa urgently!"

Jiang Ling'er laughed like an old bustard on the side, "You're laughing to death. You stay with Ji Cun every day. Don't you feel the danger? Don't you feel that there is a high chance of a misfire? In order to protect your pure first night, I suggest You move out.”

I stared at Jiang Ling'er for a few seconds, and then said, "My first night... is gone."

Jiang Ling'er almost jumped up from the bed. She pointed at me with her slender finger and kept shaking, "Beast! Bastard! I promised to be a pure yellow flower girl! I knew you two would definitely live together. Something's wrong! By the way, how are you, Ji Xunsheng?"

I was a little speechless, smiled a little sadly, and said, "I slept with... Zhong Rang."

Jiang Linger was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, she felt like she was out of body, "Can you say it again?"

"And Zhong Rang."

I said, "It's not Ji Cun."

Jiang Ling'er hissed and looked at me with disbelief, "What's going on between you and Zhong Rang? Didn't Zhong Rang not allow you to touch a hair of his? You -"

I said, "Mun Nuan drugged me and Zhong Rang."

It even further led to the breakdown of the relationship between Zhong Rang and me. It made him hate me even more, and it made Lu Man hate me even more.

Mu Nuan played this move well, killing two birds with one stone.

Jiang Linger understood everything.

She sat down and lowered her voice and said to me, "This revenge must be avenged. I can't even swallow this breath."

I didn't say anything, I just smiled and smiled. I felt like I couldn't laugh anymore.

This life is too difficult. Once the news of the business came out, I would have nothing to remember.

Jiang Ling'er stayed with me very late that night. Later, my eyelids almost closed, and she was still chattering to me about gossip.

I said, "Speak less, or your pouty lips will be smoothed out."

"Leave me alone?"

Jiang Ling'er said, "Also, I don't have pouty lips, I have lip prostheses."

I lay back on the bed, eyes blank for a while, and then slowly closed them, I said, "You were so beautiful before, why did you have to have plastic surgery? You were pretty good-looking before..."

Jiang Ling'er deliberately found a very vague answer, "Who would think that she is too beautiful?"

"Fortunately, the plastic surgery you did is relatively reliable." I opened a slit for my eyes and glanced at her, "At least the plastic surgery is quite natural. Did you have injections or thread carving on your nose?"

"Thread carving." Jiang Ling'er didn't even think about it. "If you get too many injections, your nose will get bigger, so let's do thread carving. What, you also want to have minor plastic surgery? I suggest you get a fake chin and make money."

I originally wanted to sleep, but I was immediately happy when she said, "I would do it if I had money, but I don't have any fucking money."

Jiang Ling'er patted me on the shoulder, "I'll lend you money for plastic surgery. Give it a try, the plastic surgery will go well, and you can make back the money you spent on the plastic surgery with interest."

After saying this, I met her eyes. After a long time, we both smiled helplessly, and then looked away.

Jiang Ling'er spent the night on the escort bed in my ward before leaving. I didn't notice anything wrong with her at first, but only later did I realize that she might have needed some comfort recently.

Otherwise, with a personality like hers, nothing would happen even if the sky fell. If she could carry the entire audience by herself and tear anyone apart, nothing would be a big deal. You must have encountered some problems recently, so you thought of coming to me to chat.

Jiang Ling'er has a tough mouth, and when she needs comfort, she won't say straightforwardly, "Shang Wan, come and comfort me."

So she sat next to my hospital bed and sat there all day long, casually chatting with me about relationships and life, which was a kind of comfort.

When I got up early the next day, she accompanied me for a review. Then the doctor said that I was recovering well, but there might be a scar on my forehead.

"Why don't you find a plastic surgery hospital to remove the scar for you?"

Jiang Ling'er said, "I'll give you an eyeful on the way."

I laughed, "Come on, I have so many scars on my body, and I still need this one?"

Jiang Ling'er looked at me for a while, then reached out and touched my forehead.

She asked me, "What if it doesn't get better?"

I whispered, "Then just keep it. There are some scars. It's not that I can't remove them, but that I... don't want to remove them."

I must truly preserve these hurts, and one day they will come back to bite others.

So I want to keep it, keep the ugly scar, and I can see the same ugly self.

******

I checked again a week later. This time Jiang Ling'er didn't accompany me. The doctor took a flashlight and looked up and down at my wound, took another X-ray of my leg, and then said to me, "Young People, don’t take your body seriously. If something happens to you when you get older, it will be your fault for not taking good care of your health now.”

I said, "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor said, "Okay, you can get a crutch. Don't work too hard recently. While the bones are healing, eat more high-calcium foods."

I thought this doctor was nagging and enthusiastic. He told me a lot about what supplements I should take, and finally he signed a note and said to me, "Okay, you can go."

I said oh and limped to the door.

The middle-aged doctor stopped me again, "Hey, wait, little girl, how old are you this year?"

I subconsciously said, "23."

"Ouch."

The middle-aged doctor asked again, "Are you single?"

I was a little confused, but then I saw him smiling and saying, "It's nothing serious. Just come back to me for a review later."

What's going on?

Could this man be attracted to me? Uncle, we are of the wrong age.

After another week, I finally understood what this doctor wanted to do.