Chapter 1113

When Si kongyie picked up his chopsticks and prepared to start dinner alone, a sharp colic came from his abdomen.

This kind of colic made Sikong Ye release his chopsticks.

Damn it, OK, how can I have abdominal pain?

With his stomach covered, Sikong Ye stands up from the dining table, ready to go upstairs.

The steward saw that Sikong Ye was not quite right, and hurriedly called him, "what's wrong with you, young master? Is there something wrong with you?"

"It's OK. Maybe I didn't have a good rest. I'll go to sleep. Don't disturb me."

After Si kongyie went upstairs, he passed Qi Qing's room and stopped.

Put one hand on the door handle, want to turn the door lock, hesitated for a few seconds, and then released.

He was afflicted by the waves of pain.

All of a sudden, Si kongyie has a plan. Let the cold-blooded and merciless woman look at his appearance and see if she has a little compassion.

Unscrewed the door. There was no one in the room. There was a sound of water in the bathroom.

Sikong Ye knows that Qi Qing has the habit of taking a bath after work. He must be taking a bath at the moment. So he goes to the bed without saying anything, sits down, opens the quilt, and then lies down.

After a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qi Qing came out of the bath and saw the cheeky man lying on her bed.

She went to the bedside and looked down at the monstrous face.

Killing him is the best time.

Yes, right now.

Qi Qing picked up her handbag on the sofa. There was a fruit knife in it.

She brought it back secretly from the company.

It was the only way she could get the weapon.

Qi Qing holds the fruit knife and walks to Sikong Ye step by step, finds his heart and opens the quilt.

"Si kongyie, you've already died. You've done too much to hurt me. I can't hold you for a long time."

"You don't leave me a little dignity. Since you make me suffer so much, the best way to end the pain is to let you die."

Qi Qing in the heart again and again for their courage.

Just when Qi Qing wanted to close her eyes and stab him in the chest.

Sikong Ye's eyes are closed, his face is red, his forehead is full of sweat, his lips are thin and cold, and he mutters, "I love you, Qi Qing."

What?

Qi Qing is frightened by his words that I love you. The dagger in his hand falls to the ground with a snap.

Almost hit Qi Qing's own foot.

Qi Qing is frightened by her own absence.

He doesn't dare to look at Sikong ye with his mouth covered.

Don't wake up, don't wake up, or he will surely kill her.

Fortunately, even the sound of the fruit knife falling on the ground was so loud, Sikong Ye didn't wake up.

He seemed to be immersed in a nightmare, struggling, struggling in pain.

Qi Qing didn't pick up the fruit knife.

Looking at his face, Qi Qing reaches out and touches his forehead.

"Wow..."

It was so hot that Qi Qing immediately took back her hand.

How could it be so hot? Does he have a fever?

His fever is nothing to do with her. She has no such kindness to save him.

Qi Qing turns her head and doesn't go to see Sikong Ye. She squats down and picks up the fruit knife on the ground.

As long as the fruit knife stabbed him in the chest, it was over, and her painful days were over.

Qi Qing picked up the fruit knife again and was ready to stab it.

But when the fruit knife was about to stab him in the chest, Qi Qing was still soft hearted.

The words of Sikong ye are repeated in my heart.

I love you, Qi Qing.

I love you, Qi Qing.

……

Over and over again.

She is not without pursuers.

But I love you for saying this from the abnormal Sikong Ye. There is always a different feeling.

Does he really like himself?

But he didn't really like her at all.

Qi Qing grabs her hair.

Knock knock knock -

knock outside the door.

Qi Qing immediately hid the fruit knife in the bedside table and cleared her throat. "Come in."

The housekeeper pushed open the door. "Little grandma, it seems that the young master is not very comfortable. I asked a family doctor for him."

"Oh, come in."

Qi Qing stood up and made room beside the bed.

The housekeeper takes the family doctor to inspect Sikong ye, and Qi Qing stands aside with a little uneasiness.

The doctor took Sikong Ye's temperature and found that it was very high, reaching the point of high fever.

"It seems that the young master doesn't have a common cold and fever. According to his stomachache at night, some of them are like appendicitis. He needs to go to the hospital for a more comprehensive examination. If he is diagnosed, he needs to have surgery immediately.""You mean acute appendicitis? Then hurry to the hospital, young grandma. Please pack up some clothes that the young master needs to change and go to the hospital with us. "

The housekeeper orders Qi Qingdao.

In the eyes of the housekeeper, Qi Qing is more like a servant of the Sikong family.

Qi Qing shook his head displeased. "No, it's none of my business that he died."

"Little grandma, you'd better not say such words, otherwise, your work and family will be affected to a certain extent. The young master is in a serious condition and needs to go to the hospital immediately. You'd better not delay his treatment."

The housekeeper orders the doctor to help Sikong ye out of bed and send him to the hospital for treatment.

Qi Qing unwillingly goes to the front of the wardrobe, opens it, and casually takes some clothes worn by Sikong Ye.

After his diagnosis, Sikong ye did have acute appendicitis. That night, he had an operation.

So when Sikong Ye woke up the next day, the operation was finished.

He was lying on the bed in hospital clothes. Qi Qing, who was cutting apples, sat beside the bed.

Squinting at the unreal eyes, Qi Qing's side face came into view.

Si kongyie can't help but reach out to touch her.

Qi Qing defensively picked up the fruit knife and waved it. "Don't move me."

Sikong Ye opens his lips and laughs wantonly, "want to murder me again?"

"Yes, I want you to die early."

"Don't go and say that. If you want to kill me, you had many opportunities last night, including now. But you didn't kill me with this fruit knife, but you were cutting apples for me. What can I do if I'm a little moved? " Qi Qing's back is cold with the smile of Sikong Ye.

She quickly threw the unfinished apple and the fruit knife into the garbage can, "I just don't want to bring myself more trouble."

"A duplicity woman is not lovely at all."

The curl of his mouth was more pronounced.

Qi Qing can't see him laughing like this.

"You're lying here now, can you still laugh? Don't you know that I stabbed you in the stomach with a fruit knife last night? "

"You mean you cut the cut on my stomach with a fruit knife?" Sikong Ye laughs more and more happily.

From last night until now, he seems to have established a fact.

The woman in front of her is not as cold-blooded as she thought. At least she won't kill him or die.

"Yes, it's a pity that a knife didn't kill you."

"Oh, but I don't think it's because of the scalpel. When did you stop being a designer and change to a doctor?" Sikong Ye teases Qi Qing.