After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Zong Ying didn't want to be a beast, he was forced by Hang Jing.

The fragrant seafood porridge in the kitchen lasted until the shrimp meat was gone, and the soup was boiled dry, and no one waited to taste it.

Zong Ying worked as a beast all night and almost missed the early morning plane. Even so, he still stared at Hang Jing and took medicine before leaving.

Hang Jing is very cooperative.

He obediently drank water, took medicine peacefully, and lay quietly on the bed until half an hour later, the medicine was digested and dissolved in his body.

After Zong Ying left in a hurry, he slowly got up, took a shower, and applied medicine to his private parts by the way.

Zong Ying was fierce in bed, but no matter how fierce he was, after three years, he got used to it.

There are standing medicines at home, and he handles them by himself every time.

At the beginning, he would get sick and have a fever because of his erratic movements and unclean cleaning. He also had wound infections caused by improper application of ointment, but as time went by, he matured.

After being tortured for two consecutive days, Hang Jing's whole body was in pain, and his spirit was not very good, especially his right wrist.

Zong Ying didn't like being touched by him when he was doing business, and most of the time he would tie his hands up with a tie or something.

Last night, his right hand was tied to the head of the bed all night, and his wrist was so red and swollen from being strangled. Even after applying medicine, he couldn't stop the numbness and trembling.

There was nothing left and right, so he simply slept at home with his head covered for a whole day.

Until night fell, the phone rang suddenly, and Hang Jing got out of the quilt with sleepy eyes.

"Hey……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the hoarse voice startled Hang Jing himself. He cleared his throat, but he still felt uncomfortable, and his throat was sore and itchy.

"Mr. Hang?"

Assistant Sun was taken aback by the voice on the other end of the phone. What's wrong with this man?

Could it be Mr. Zong's domestic violence?

It shouldn't be, Mr. Zong was in a good mood yesterday, and there was nothing wrong when he went to the airport this morning.

"Assistant Sun, what's the matter?"

Hang Jing coughed a few times, and his voice sounded much more normal.

Assistant Sun came back to his senses and thought of his purpose of looking for Hang Jing.

"Mr. Hang, the law firm and hospital that Mr. Zong asked me to contact before have all the materials ready. Do you think I will have someone send them to you, or when is it convenient for you to come to the company?"

Hang Jing looked at the time, and it was already past the off-duty time: "There's no need to find someone to deliver it, it's so late, and the road in the evening rush hour is still blocked, I'll go to the company to get it tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Hang." Sun Jian looked at the time, and it was almost six o'clock, and he secretly felt that Mr. Hang was much easier to talk to than his boss.

Hey, what a pity, the best one fell into the hands of Mr. Zong, blind for nothing.

Although Sun Jian is only one, if he can find such a beautiful and gentle beauty, he will definitely confess her every day, and he will not be willing to let him lose even a single hair.

It was Mr. Zong who had the heart to treat a beauty so harshly and waste everything.

After Hang Jing got up, he touched his forehead, took out the thermometer and measured it, and it turned out that he had a fever.

Even though medicine was applied to the wound in time, the body still couldn't help protesting.

Hang Jing sighed, took out the antipyretic, swallowed it whole, and took several mouthfuls of hot water to make his throat a little more comfortable.

He walked to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror with a sickly face, the corners of his mouth were white and a little peeled, and his eyes were red and swollen due to a high fever. He couldn't help but rejoice that Zong Ying was on a business trip, so he couldn't see him in such a bad state .

Hang Jing seldom gets sick, and the few high fevers that persist in his adulthood are mostly due to Zong Ying.

He looked at his face in the mirror, and thought of Zong Ying's caring appearance because of Lin Yushu's injury in the hospital before, and the cold and disgusted eyes when he looked at him, and his heart was a little sore.

Thinking of what Zong Ying said yesterday, Hang Jing hesitated.

It seems that he shouldn't be going to the company at this time, he is too haggard, and it is inevitable that he will gossip when he is seen.

He looked at himself for a moment, but decided to call Sun Jian back.

"Mr. Hang?"

"Assistant Sun, it's like this. I suddenly remembered that I have something to do tomorrow and it's not convenient to go to the company. I'd better trouble you, and find someone to send the materials home tomorrow."

"Well, okay, I see."

Although Sun Jian was a little surprised that Hang Jing changed his mind temporarily, he didn't think much about it, "I am in Sanhu City with Mr. Zong, and I will ask Xu You to send it to you tomorrow."

Hang Jing responded, and just wanted to ask Zong Ying if he had dinner, when he heard a very familiar conversation from a distance from the microphone.

"Zongying, hurry up, I'm starving to death!"

"Come on, go slowly, be careful not to fall."

The two people speaking should not be too far away from Sun Jian. Although their voices were not close to their ears, they were so clear that no one would suspect that they just heard it wrong.

It was Zong Ying and Lin Yushu.

What Hang Jing hadn't said yet was stuck in his throat, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Mr. Hang? Mr. Hang?"

Sun Jian asked a few words on the phone, but there was no response from the other side. He wondered if the signal was disconnected, and hesitated to hang up and dial back, but was interrupted by Zong Ying.

"Sun Jian, what are you doing there in a daze? Is the restaurant you made a reservation ready for?"

The one who pays the wages is the real boss!

Interrupted by Zong Yingyi, Sun Jian immediately forgot about Hang Jing and went forward: "Mr. Zong, Mr. Lin, the restaurant has been reserved, but the location is a bit remote. I'll drive you there."

"Zongying, I came here suddenly, did I disturb you, didn't it affect your work?"

Lin Yushu followed Zongying, with a just right smile on his face, showing a gentle temperament.

"No, there are no plans for today."

Zong Ying had a great time for two consecutive nights, and now he felt refreshed, "I didn't know you were also in Sanhe City, and you ran with the crew before your leg injury healed, and you didn't take a few days off."

"I'm taking a break. I just followed the crew. Thanks to you, the director took good care of me. I haven't rehearsed for a few days."

"No wonder, I'm gluttonous when I'm not working, and I can know such a remote private kitchen."

Zong Ying got into the car while joking.

Lin Yushu smiled and got into the car.

His leg injury did not affect the filming at all, and he came to Sanhe City with the crew yesterday.

It's just that today he knew that Zong Ying was coming, so he asked for leave and ran to the airport to pick him up. He also introduced him to a very famous private kitchen in Sanhe City, but it was a pity that it took a long time to make an appointment.

Sure enough, when Zong Ying heard about it, he asked Sun Jian to arrange it, and there was a seat for that night.

It's not because of Zong Ying's face, it's just that Lin Yushu knows that the owner behind this private restaurant is named Hang, so as long as Zong Ying shows up, he can go there anytime.

All restaurants under Hang's name are open to Zong Ying at any time.

Hang Jing was hung up, and he stared at the mirror for a long time.

Suddenly, he picked up the electric toothbrush on the sink and smashed it at the mirror on the wall──

boom!

With a loud bang, the mirror was smashed and burst from the middle, splitting into pieces.

Hang Jing saw his distorted face in the fragments of the mirror.

Jealousy, anger, and unwillingness!

Only when he was alone, Hang Jing dared to show the madness in his heart. If Zong Ying was here, he would be shocked by his sudden outburst of strong emotions.

Hang Jing gasped for air in front of the broken mirror, and it took a long time to calm down.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, took out his mobile phone and dialed an unfamiliar number skillfully.

"Hi, hello, I need to install a bathroom mirror cabinet. Yes, it's still the previous style, please send it as soon as possible, thank you."