Since I was pregnant with the richest man's cub

As the saying goes, an arm can't twist a thigh, let alone Shen Luan's golden thigh, Jiang Jing finally let him follow.

Along the way, Jiang Jing was driving the car, while Shen Luan was sitting in the co-pilot flipping over his phone, suddenly raised his head and asked him, "Do you know where Zhao Yihong is?"

Jiang Jing held the steering wheel and nodded intently: "Well, even if he wants to run away, he will definitely go to this place first."

"Where is it?"

"Xieyang Central Hospital."

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The black Maserati drove into the parking lot of Xieyang Central Hospital. Because the parking lot was on the right side of the hospital, it was necessary to go through a large garden to reach the registration hall on the first floor.

Then walk through a long corridor, you can go to the inpatient department at the back.

Jiang Jing and Shen Luan came to the seventh floor of the inpatient department. Just as they stepped out of the elevator, they were about to ask which ward Zhao Yihong's sister lived in. Shen Luan glanced at his phone: "This way."

After speaking, he pulled him to the other side.

"Hey! Where are you taking me again?"

Shen Luan led him around the corridor and into the safe passage.

Jiang Jing immediately became vigilant: "Wait, wait, where are you taking me?"

Is this guy trying to take advantage of me again?

Shen Luan turned his head: "Zhao Yihong, it's on top."

"how do you know?"

Jiang Jing was a little puzzled, but followed him up.

After climbing two floors, I opened the door and walked into the corridor. The surrounding area was very empty, and no one could be seen.

"This floor does not appear to be in use."

Suddenly, Jiang Jing heard a sound, which seemed to be coming from the room on the left, and saw that the door was not locked, and there were three large characters of storage room written on it.

Pushing open the door, he saw Zhao Yihong sitting on the ground with his hands and feet bound, his mouth covered with tape, and looking towards this side with a face of horror.

Jiang Jing raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Shen Lu'an: "You caught it?"

"No."

Without asking any further questions, Jiang Jing walked towards Zhao Yihong. The storage room was full of various cardboard boxes, medical supplies, and a shelf. The floor was covered with paper and accumulated a lot of dust.

Zhao Yihong watched Jiang Jing walking towards him, flinched back desperately, and made a murmuring sound.

Seeing his cowardice, Jiang Jing couldn't help laughing, put his hands in his pockets, and tilted his head to look at him.

The whole storage room is very quiet, but the quieter it is, the more scary it is to Zhao Yihong. A normal person would do something, such as beat him up or something, but the person in front of him didn't know anything. Just look at him like that.

Suddenly, Jiang Jing squatted down, stretched out his hand and tore off the tape on his mouth: "Looking at the old look here, you should be able to tell that, no accident, no one will come here."

"You... what do you want to do?" Zhao Yihong swallowed, even his voice was trembling.

"What do you say?"

There was no expression on Jiang Jing's face, then he turned his head and asked Shen Lu'an: "Do you have a knife?"

Zhao Yihong turned pale with fright, Shen Luan shook his head, Jiang Jing looked around again, and began to search.

Zhao Yihong looked at him unhurriedly looking through things, and shook his head again and again: "No, you can't, you can't kill me, it won't do any good if you kill me, and you will go to jail if I die."

Jiang Jing still rummaged leisurely, but did not answer.

Zhao Yihong looked at Shen Luan again with pleading eyes, but the man in front of him just turned his head to look at Jiang Jing who was looking for something, and he didn't know if he had an illusion, thinking that Shen Luan seemed... Laughing?

Zhao Yihong was sweating profusely, and turned his head to look at Jiang Jing again, desperately trying to free his bound hands and feet.

Jiang Jing, who was rummaging through it, paused: "I found it."

Then I saw him throw the thing in his hand, and then catch it firmly.

I saw that it was a scalpel with a cold light.

Jiang Jing walked towards Zhao Yihong with a knife, and Zhao Yihong moved back desperately in fright: "No...Jiang Jing, Jiang Jing, beat me up!...Please... just treat it as... just treat it as I beg you, Do whatever you want, but don't kill me."

His begging for mercy didn't stop Jiang Jing's footsteps, his desire to survive made him lean against the wall and kneel down: "I beg you to let me go! If I die... there will be no one to take care of my sister! Next month...she will have an operation, and I'm helping Ning Xiao just to make up for the operation fee, I really...don't intend to harm you...I really...have no choice..."

Zhao Yihong pleaded hard, tears could not stop dripping down his cheeks and fell on the paper on the ground, but Jiang Jing's expression remained indifferent.

He stood in front of Zhao Yihong, looked down at him, and said indifferently, "These...what's none of my business?"

Zhao Yihong was completely desperate.

Jiang Jing's eyes darkened, he raised the scalpel and stabbed at him.

Zhao Yihong closed his eyes in fright, but he didn't feel any pain for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he saw the scalpel inserted into the paper on his side.

Zhao Yihong looked up at Jiang Jing, and before he could react, Jiang Jing cut the ropes on his hands and feet with a scalpel.

Zhao Yihong, who had finally regained his freedom, looked at him blankly: "You...you won't kill me?"

Jiang Jing seemed to have heard some joke, and threw the scalpel aside: "When did I say I was going to kill you?"

"Then...you..." Zhao Yihong felt a little puzzled.

Jiang Jing smiled again: "Oh, no, I really wanted to kill you. You tried to kill me but failed, and I wanted to kill you but failed, so I'm even with you."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jing turned around and left.

Shen Luan glanced at Zhao Yihong who was on the ground, and followed.

On the way back, the two of them were very quiet. Jiang Jing drove the car silently. While waiting for the traffic lights, he suddenly asked Shen Luan: "Just now...why didn't you pull me?"

I don't know if it was out of curiosity or other reasons, but Jiang Jing really wanted to ask, thinking... so he did it.

Shen Luan looked at him and asked back, "Why did you pull you?"

Jiang Jing smiled: "Are you not afraid that I will really kill him? Then the child in my stomach will become the murderer's child."

"You won't." Shen Luan looked at him with a serious and sure tone.

Jiang Jing's eyes moved slightly, and it took him a long time to turn around.

Tch, silly dog.

In Nanling's villa, Jiang Jing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and turned on his phone while wiping his hair.

After flipping through the friends list on WeChat, he looked at the drawer of the desk cabinet.

Shen Luan in the next room was calling Les.

"You mean he has nightmares at night?" Les's voice came from the receiver.

Shen Luan: "Well, the symptoms I had a long time ago."

Les: "Any other phenomena?"

Shen Lu'an thought for a while and said: "I can hold things, but I don't remember the content of the dream."

Les on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and then spoke again: "There is a high probability that I dreamed about what happened before, but out of psychological instinct for self-protection, after waking up, I will forget what I dreamed about."

Shen Luan: "Is there any solution?"

"This is a lack of sense of security, and you need to gain a sense of security through certain methods, but each person's way of obtaining a sense of security is different, and it depends on the specific situation."

Listening to Le Si's words, Shen Lu'an suddenly thought that no matter before or now, as long as Jiang Jing is in his arms, the chance of having nightmares will decrease.

But the question now is how to get Jiang Jing to agree to share the bed with him.

Les: "I have a dinner at noon tomorrow, and I'll come over to help you take a look when it's over."

Shen Luan inadvertently noticed the glass of water beside the bed, picked up the glass, glanced at the two-meter-wide bed beside him and said, "No need."