Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Ye's words contained a lot of information, Guan Jing didn't know whether he was digesting silently or was shocked, he was stunned for more than ten seconds, and then said, "Sorry, I thought you were just ordinary friends, and you have never visited him."

"I should apologize. I didn't explain clearly at the time." Qiu Ye said.

Guan Jing smiled, but he didn't show any embarrassment, he just sighed and said, "It's a pity, I thought there was hope to finally get out of being single."

Qiu Ye raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at him, "You haven't been looking for it in the past few years? With your conditions, there should be many suitors."

He and Guan Jing met at a school fraternity. A few years ago, he and Ji Mingzhe just got married, and left home in anger.

The roommate thought he was broken in love, so he set up a line with Guan Jing, planning to match the two of them, but he didn't have that kind of thought himself, and Guan Jing didn't like his type too much, so the two only exchanged phone numbers at that time, I haven't been in touch since.

In the past two years, Guan Jing has been working in City H, but he has met him a few times occasionally. In terms of friendship, he can only be regarded as an acquaintance. If Ji Mingzhe hadn't been seriously injured this time, and he begged Guan Jing, it is estimated that they will always be acquaintances .

So he was completely unaware of Guan Jing's relationship status.

"I haven't met the right one," Guan Jing smiled, "It's you, who never expected to get married four years ago."

There was a bit of teasing in this sentence, after all, at that time everyone, including the roommate with the best relationship, thought Qiu Ye was single, and tried their best to match him with Guan Jing.

Qiu Ye cleared his throat, did not explain the twists and turns, but said, "It was not convenient to disclose it at that time."

Guan Jing nodded in understanding.

After eating, the two came out of the restaurant, Guan Jing said, "Go up and accompany him, I won't go back to the hospital, I will go home directly."

"I'll see you off." Qiu Ye took out the car keys.

"No, you were drinking just now, don't drink and drive," Guan Jing said with a smile, "I live very close to here, just walk over there."

"That's fine," Qiu Ye said, "See you later."

Guan Jing waved his hand at him, gathered his coat, and walked towards the intersection. Qiu Ye put the car keys back in his pocket, turned around and walked slowly towards the inpatient department of the hospital.

"Master, do you want to drink more?" In the ward, the housekeeper reopened the lid of the insulated bucket and filled out half a bowl of soup.

Just now Ji Mingzhe frowned after taking two sips and stopped drinking, he thought it was greasy.

"Tomorrow, I'll ask Mama Wu to cook some light porridge, but the bones are highly nutritious. Although this stuff is a bit unpleasant, it's good to drink this when you need to supplement your nutrition."

While persuading him earnestly, the housekeeper wanted to pass the bowl to Ji Mingzhe, but the latter refused to take it.

Ji Mingzhe is rarely a picky eater, and usually eats whatever the family does. He also knows that the bone soup is not easy for the aunt at home, but he hasn't eaten for a few days, and when he smells greasy things at first, he has no appetite at all.

The butler sighed, and couldn't bear to force him to drink. Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he closed the lid of the thermos bucket, and secretly called Qiu Ye while he was washing the dishes.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Ye asked.

"Master Qiu, are you still outside?" the butler whispered while covering his phone, "Young master doesn't drink bone soup, can you bring him some porridge when you come in?"

Qiu Ye said, "I don't usually see him picky eaters, but he has become delicate when he is sick."

The butler sneered twice.

Qiu Ye looked around and saw a porridge shop in the distance, then changed direction and said, "Okay, I see."

After hanging up the phone, the butler felt that Young Master Qiu seemed to have changed his mind a bit, so he put the phone in his pocket in relief, and returned to the ward with the water on his hand.

"Help me put the pillow down." Ji Mingzhe, who was half leaning on the bed, said when he saw him come back.

The butler rubbed his hands on his clothes, then helped Ji Mingzhe lie down, and helped him put the soft pillow on his shoulders. Just as he was about to adjust the position of the infusion tube, Ji Mingzhe suddenly tilted his head and raised his hand blocked his arm.

"Hey! Don't move, you have a needle in your hand." The butler said quickly.

"Get out of the way!" Ji Mingzhe yelled, and sat up from the bed with his upper body, staring fixedly at the inspection glass on the door.

He felt a pair of eyes looking at him from outside the door.

Just like the gaze in the SUV he met when he was thrown on the road by Qiu Ye last time, it was vicious, vicious, and full of aggression, which made people feel like they were on their backs.

Who is it?

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lips tightly, and looked outside with his dark eyes. The housekeeper noticed that his expression was different, so he turned to look at the door, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what's wrong?"

"There are people outside." Ji Mingzhe said.

The butler looked tense, and touched the gun on his back, "I'll go and have a look."

But before he took a step, a black figure passed by the door. Seeing that flashing profile, Ji Mingzhe's pupils constricted suddenly, he leaned forward, and fell off the bed.

"Master!" The butler was startled, and turned around to help him.

Ji Mingzhe's face was pale, but he immediately got up from the ground as if he didn't feel any pain at all, staggered to the door, and opened the closed door of the ward.

However, the corridor was empty, except for a medical staff pushing a medicine cart, there was nothing else.

"It's him," Ji Mingzhe murmured, then bit his lips suddenly, trembling uncontrollably as if thinking of something terrible, the housekeeper hurried over to support him.

"Master, are you okay? Who is he?" The butler looked outside and asked back.

Hearing this, Ji Mingzhe didn't answer, but his body trembled more and more, even his originally dark and deep eyes trembled rapidly, and the expression on his face seemed to be hatred or fear, even more neurotic and desperate.

The housekeeper had never seen Ji Mingzhe lose his composure like this, he didn't dare to irritate him again, he just carefully pulled Ji Mingzhe's hand off the door frame, and then helped him back to the hospital bed.

The quilt, pillow, and medicine rack were all on the ground, and the housekeeper picked them up one by one and put them aside. Ji Mingzhe's wound seemed to be torn apart, and bright red seeped out from the edge of the gauze.

He wanted to ring the calling bell on the wall, but Ji Mingzhe said hoarsely, "Don't call yet."

The butler didn't dare to move, and stood aside in a daze.

Qiu Ye packed the porridge and walked all the way. Before going upstairs, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it in the trash can. Then he took out his mobile phone and planned to call his uncle He Wenyuan to ask about the company's situation.

But the voice prompts that the other party is talking.

The elevator just reached the first floor, and the car door opened with a ding, and a tall young man wearing a peaked cap and talking on the phone came out from inside.

After Qiu Ye waited for him to come out, he turned off his mobile phone and walked in. When the elevator door was about to close, the young man suddenly looked back at Qiu Ye.

Qiu Ye met his gaze and couldn't help frowning. The other's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

But the young man quickly looked away, and Qiu Ye saw him walking outside while talking.

He vaguely heard the man say in Mandarin with a slight accent, "Teacher, I went to see him."

When he returned to the ward, Qiu Ye saw the situation inside and Ji Mingzhe who was sitting on the bed with his face buried in his arms, couldn't help being taken aback, and asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he came, the butler seemed to see a savior, and narrated what happened just now in a few words.

"Human?" Qiu Ye frowned and walked to the bed. Just about to check on Ji Mingzhe's situation, Ji Mingzhe reached out and hugged him first, and said in a hoarse voice, "He's back."

"Who?" Qiu Ye asked.

Ji Mingzhe pressed his face against his chest, and said in a trembling voice, "Teacher, the person who took me away when I was young."