The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

A man can't bear to let his sweetheart feel sad, so he will no longer test her intentionally or unintentionally.

It stands to reason that Xiaojiu was born in an ordinary family and had very few contacts. How could he have connections with the upper class?

There must be another person doing the matchmaking, and this intermediary is someone Xiao Jiu knows.

The man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the wheelchair.

He thought he knew who it was.

"I heard that Dr. Fu has quit the medical field a long time ago and has no interest in worldly affairs. It would probably cost a lot to ask him to come out."

"Sister, what did you use to open up the relationship?"

The man was smiling, his pupils were so dark that he couldn't see the bottom like an endless abyss.

She was obviously smiling, but Sister Ji felt a dangerous pressure.

My brother seemed to notice something.

Sister Ji was slightly startled. She fiddled with her hair with her fingers and gave a somewhat forced smile: "Of course it's money and some other things that suit her."

She shrugged pretending to be natural: "It took a lot of effort to contact Dr. Fu."

The man listened to these words quietly, and looked straight at her with his black eyes, which made her scalp numb.

Sister Ji smiled awkwardly: "Why are you staring at me like that? What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Sister, you know, every time you lie, you shrug unconsciously."

The man's tone was calm, but it made her shiver involuntarily.

She was a little afraid of this brother whose blood was thicker than water.

The smile on his face froze.

The curve at the corner of the man's mouth disappeared, replaced by a biting coldness.

Questioned in a deep voice.

"Something that suits him?"

"Do you think Xiaojiu is just a commodity that can be used at will?!"

Sister Ji was left speechless. She was indeed at fault in the first place and took advantage of that innocent child.

She was sorry for Song Jiu, but she would not regret it.

"You go out first and leave me alone." The man turned his wheelchair and turned his back to her, obviously unwilling to say another word to her sister.

Language seems particularly pale at this time.

Sister Ji found that she had nothing to say, so she had to leave the ward.

Close the door.

The next second, there was a huge sound in the room, the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of broken vases, all indicating the anger of the people inside.

Even a man can't accept his sweetheart being sent to someone else's bed by his sister.

How could my brother not be angry?

Sister Ji's eyes were red and she felt so weak that she let her body slide down the wall tiles.

"Sister Ji, why are you sitting on the ground? What happened?"

Song Jiu was carrying a food box and as soon as he walked over, he saw a woman squatting on the ground.

There was a crackling sound in the ward.

Sister Ji shook her head and said only four words, "He knows."

Does he know?

Knowing that your sweetheart is sleeping with someone else, knowing that your sweetheart's body is already dirty?

Song Jiu's face turned pale.

For a moment, he wanted to find a place to hide so that he wouldn't have to face reality, but what was coming would eventually come, and he couldn't hide.

Song Jiu opened the door tremblingly. The ward was in a mess, with fragments of items scattered all over the floor.

The furious man seemed to be aware of the boy's presence and turned around in his wheelchair.

Those eyes that should have been gentle were filled with frost, as if they would never be able to melt away.

"Who asked you to do this? Who asked you to do this? I don't need your pity!"

No one asked me to do this, everything was voluntary, and there was no pity or contempt.

Song Jiu's nose was sore, and the world in front of her eyes was blurred and distorted in tears.

A lump in the throat.

"Sorry, sorry, yes, I'm dirty, so I'll leave."

The man's face was ashen: "No, did I tell you to leave?"

He just hated his own incompetence, hated that he had made mistakes and had to make up for it with his sweetheart, and even more hated that everyone hid it from him, didn't tell him the truth, and didn't give him the right to choose.

Ji Han leaned over and held the boy whose eyes were swollen from crying in his arms with his big hands.

Her thin lips licked the tears off his face bit by bit.

Say something nice to coax your sweetheart.

"You are my treasure, not something that can be traded. How can I not be jealous or angry."

"I don't mind the past, as long as you stay with me..."

……

The first thing Ji Han did after regaining his consciousness was not to pick up a paintbrush, but to tell the Ji family that he wanted to enter the business circle and manage a company.

Only when you are strong and have power can you protect the people you want to protect.

Ji's father and Ji's mother cried with joy when they heard the news, and quickly arranged a position for their son. The son was also very talented in business. In a very short time, he recovered the subsidiary company, set a new high, and became a hot upstart in the business circle.

The Ji family holds a social gathering every year to entertain bigwigs from all walks of life and discuss business while having fun, and this time it is also to pave the way for their son's future.

At the banquet, the women were in fishtail dresses and the men were in suits and leather shoes, holding wine glasses and talking to each other.

"Be good and wait for me here. If you're hungry, eat the pastries on the table. Don't touch the wine."

Ji Han was standing tall in a black suit, with sparkling eyes and a distinguished temperament. He was worthy of being a business upstart who could stand out from the crowd.

At this moment, the business upstart softened his eyes, looked down at the young man, and whispered instructions, as if he was afraid of being kidnapped.

Song Jiu was also wearing a suit of the same style and was sitting obediently in the corner. His eyes were so clear that people who didn't know him would have thought he was the doting young master of some wealthy family.

He sat on the sofa very obediently and nodded to show that he understood.

"So good." Ji Han placed a kiss on the young man's forehead, picked up the wine glass and turned to leave.

Song Jiu's location was relatively remote, and there was no one to chat with, so he had to sip his drink by himself. After drinking too much water, I felt the urge to urinate and felt a little confused.

He didn't know where the toilet was.

After asking the waiter, he learned that there was a restroom on the second floor, so he got up and went up the stairs.

The second floor was very quiet. Song Jiu followed the prompts on the wall and quickly found the bathroom.

Just as he was about to unbutton his pants and go to the toilet, a big hand came from behind and dragged him into the stall.

The man behind him was very strong, obviously a grown man.

Song Jiu couldn't break free from the restraint on his waist. In panic, he wanted to attack the most vulnerable part of the person behind him, but he was easily defused by that person.

"You can't kick here. Does Xiaojiu want to murder her husband?" The man behind him had a deep and pleasant voice. He would never forget the familiar voice.

Song Jiu struggled even harder.

Fu Yanhan smiled softly: "It seems that he recognized him. His efforts in the past few days were not in vain."

In the small compartment, the two of them were almost touching each other.

The extremely aggressive masculine aura made Song Jiu pale.

Uh-huh…

Please let me go.

Fu Yanhan rubbed his ear and temples: "You want me to let you go?"

Song Jiu's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, so he nodded eagerly.

"Tsk, you're so naughty." The man's tone gradually became dangerous.

Song Jiu's eyes filled with tears and he shook his head crazily.

Our deal is over, please let me go.

Fu Yanhan seemed to be able to read his mind and knew what he was thinking, and responded to him: "It will never end. Our relationship will never end."

A suppressed desire was suppressed on the ascetic face.

At first it was just his face, but later Song Jiu felt like he had been split in half by an axe.

The huge disparity in power made the young man like a puppet, only at the mercy of the man behind him.

Ji Han downstairs seemed to have a premonition of something and looked up at the second floor.

The pupils are dark.