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Chapter 1388 Don't pretend to be pitiful

It was probably because she was too emotional, or the effect of the medicine had worn off a lot. When she was in Chen's house, she was not clear-headed and felt sleepy all the time. Now, she is energetic and doesn't want to sleep.

Considering she had strength, she took the mobile phone and typed a long paragraph, thinking of telling her good friends about Chen Xiaoran's ugly face.

But she didn't send it out, so she silently deleted it.

Forget it, say it now, it will only make them worry together, especially Bai Xiaoning, who is happily preparing for the wedding, why would she say such things to spoil her good mood?

Let's talk about it later...

After thinking about it, Xiong Jingling flicked the app boredly, and suddenly thought, "Jiang Yiting, shall we leave tomorrow?"

"Okay." He replied lazily.

The man's nasal voice was languid, as if he was dozing off.

Xiong Jingling thought he was about to fall asleep, so she said without thinking.

"Then let me look at the air tickets and train tickets... I remember that the bus leaving the county runs every hour, and we have scheduled a flight around twelve o'clock? It just so happens that there are always twelve o'clock at noon when we return to Beichuan and Nancheng."

"..."

"Jiang Yiting? Did you hear that, can you go back to Beichuan at twelve o'clock? If you don't speak, I'll book the ticket myself."

"..."

After asking twice, but still not getting a response, Xiong Jingling raised her neck in depression and looked back, seeing the man frowning and eyes closed, her heart tightened.

"Jiang Yiting? What's wrong with you, Jiang Yiting?"

Xiong Jingling suddenly turned over and sat up. Her legs were still a little weak when she got off the ground, but she was still able to stand firmly and came to the man.

As he got closer, he could see his expression more clearly.

His face, which was always stern, could almost be said to be sharp, now showed an expression of forbearance and discomfort.

The facial features softened all of a sudden, and what's more, there was an illusion that made people feel pity.

pity?

These two words are completely incompatible with Jiang Yiting, a straight man with a big steel pervert!

Xiong Jingling bit the corner of her lower lip, and reached out to touch his shoulder, "Jiang Yiting, don't pretend to be pitiful, this trick is not suitable for you."

With just such a light touch from her, his elbows on the table were loosened, his body fell weightlessly, and he became sober.

He didn't look at her, lowered his eyebrows, and said very flatly, "You can book the ticket here."

"...Hey, what happened to you just now?"

"Fell asleep."

"You think I'm blind, falling asleep, can it be your expression?" Xiong Jingling's mouth was fierce, but her heart was a little impatient, and she was in a hurry. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Obviously, the corners of his lips trembled.

But still very stubborn, "No."

"Liar." Xiong Jingling insisted, not even realizing how much she cared at this moment.

Worried eyes lingered on him for a few times, and finally, he found the palm that he unconsciously pressed on the top of his abdomen, and the back of his hand was a little white.

Xiong Jingling bent down to touch it, and sure enough, the back of her hand was cold!

This bastard!

"Did you not eat and have a stomachache?!"

"It's normal."

"It's normal, you ghost, whoever has a stomachache is normal, only a pervert like you would say that!" Xiong Jingling was really angry and cursed.

She was angry, but there was an unknown emotion surging in her chest.

The reason why he had a stomachache and skipped meals was because he was waiting for her at the door of Chen's house.

As he said...

Ever since he came to this county, he was exhausted by plane and car, so he went to drink a bowl of porridge with them last night, and today he followed her up the mountain in a mysterious manner.

She was drinking hot soup and eating warm dishes at Chen's house, while he was standing outside, hungry.

His throat was suddenly blocked by something, and he couldn't exhale or swallow that breath.

She choked up, "Wait, I'll find you any stomach medicine."

As soon as she turned around, her big palm grabbed her wrist.

"no need."

She pushed his hand away, turned her head and yelled at him, "If you're crazy, I'm going to go crazy too! Do you know that a stomachache can kill you! If you can't hold on, just resist, is there anyone who can laugh at you?" you!"

Probably because he didn't expect that Xiong Jingling would suddenly spit on him. The expression on Jiang Yiting's face was obviously dazed for a moment, and even his frown suddenly loosened...

After a while, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but groan.

This extremely weak voice was like rubbing Xiong Jingling's heart into a ball!

No matter what his expression is, whether he agrees or not, he dragged him to the bed with one hand, "You just wait for me to boil the hot water!"

Jiang Yiting suddenly laughed at her, "Can you walk?"

"Why don't I move, don't you look down on people." She muttered, "You still said that you should stay and protect me from being resisted. I think you are the one who needs to be protected."

Pressing his shoulders to make him lie on the bed peacefully, Xiong Jingling gave him several warning glances, and then went to boil water with the kettle.

Hiding in the bathroom, Xiong Jingling called the owner of the homestay and briefly explained the situation. The boss was very kind and said that he would help them buy medicine and cook porridge. Xiong Jingling thanked them repeatedly.

She didn't drink the kettle before. Xiong Jingling knew about Jiang Yiting's furry problem, so she rinsed the kettle twice and boiled it again. This time, she could drink hot water.

After the tossing was over, the boss also brought up the medicine and porridge.

"Jiang Yiting, come quickly, the porridge is ready, let's eat first."

Xiong Jingling came to the bed and pushed him gently. Jiang Yiting squinted at her, then glanced at the things on the table, and did not move.

"You got up, the porridge is going to be cold."

"Take medicine first. Stomach medicine is usually taken on an empty stomach."

In a great deal of mercy, he finally spoke.

"...don't tell me sooner."

She never had a stomachache, who knows.

She curled her lips and poured a glass of water, seeing that he still didn't move, "Then you got up?"

"No strength."

"..."

Who was the bastard who just insisted that he didn't need it? ? ?

Xiong Jingling resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, put down her water glass, sat down on the edge of the bed, raised her hands and waved them, always feeling like a demon king was going to attack the weaker little white flower, full of guilt.

She shook her hands with aversion to cold, finally found a less awkward angle, lifted her palms upwards, and grabbed his arms to hug his upper body. Just as soon as she got angry, she didn't think that the man's weight was far more than she imagined. She didn't succeed in hugging him up, instead she became a meat pad and was crushed underneath...

"Ah yo!"

"laugh."

Hearing the brisk laughter of the man above her head, Xiong Jingling was about to smoke, "You are on top, so why don't you push yourself a little bit and move yourself!!!"

Before she finished speaking, she already felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, the man stared at her with deep eyes——

(End of this chapter)