Chapter 178

"Mr. Fu, you again..." she trembled with anger.

"Well, you invited us, and I'm not allowed to eat? Is there such a home? " Fu Chen holds his chest and refutes with reason.

Joss was so angry that he shook his hands and gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to clean up, he reached out and was hugged by a pair of big hands.

She tilted her head and saw the man behind her. She turned around and hugged him: "you're back."

"Well." The man chin against her head, light should sound, lift eyes, turn to the refrigerator door is still eating Fu Chen: "I heard your son full moon, today how didn't come?"

Joss chuckled. She knew that Fu Chen was wearing a green hat, and the son was not his at all. But he was dumb and ate Coptis. For the sake of face, he could only recognize it. Now he had to help other men raise children. Every time he mentioned this, he was very angry.

Sure enough, in the next second, Fu Chen pours on the scene to fight against the cold.

Jos hugs Jing chihan tightly, his back to Fu Chen and blocks him.

The expected pain did not come, but she swayed, only felt "bang", and fell on the soft bed.

She murmured, looking at the man still holding tightly in her arms, a little hazy looking behind her, wondering why she was just in the kitchen and now in the room?

The man under the body turned over and held her down. He murmured unhappily: "at this time, don't you concentrate?"

attentively?

Joss looked down and saw that they were both naked and the lights were still on. She blushed shyly, and the man leaned down again and fell down on her lips.

"Joss." Deep voice, in her ear.

She opened her eyes.

The man on the body, looking at her eyes, low voice, with a little visible tremor: "wake up, OK?"

"Well?" Joss was puzzled and blinked: "what's the matter with you? Didn't I stay awake all the time? "

"Joss." He called her again.

Joss continued to look at him, but felt his voice, gradually getting away, even the appearance, the fight began to blur.

"Jing Che Han..." she called. The next second, she felt cool. She was alone in the room.

She suddenly got up and immediately jumped out of bed. She looked everywhere and couldn't find the man. She went out of the room and looked down. But she saw that the people who were still downstairs had disappeared.

There was no one in the empty room, no anger at all.

She was frightened. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't know what emotion it was. Maybe it was panic, maybe it was fear. In a word, her tears came out.

"Don't go, you don't go, I wake up, can't I wake up?"

Her voice was ignored. She sat on the ground in despair, feeling abandoned, abandoned by the whole world.

The more she cried, the more sad she was and the more miserable she was. At this moment, a warm touch suddenly appeared on her face, as if someone was touching her face.

She rubbed the hands with familiar breath, and said: "don't go, don't leave me alone."

"Well, I won't go. I'll never go." Familiar voice, ring in the ear.

It's Jing chihan's voice.

Joss laughed, happy, but doubted, "where are you? Why can't I see you? "

The voice is more gentle: "you open your eyes, open your eyes can see me, I'm next to you, the nearest place to you."

Open your eyes?

Open... Eyes.

Hazy white, in the suddenly bright aperture, appears some dazzling, excessive color, stimulate people's temples are sore.

Joss quickly blocked her eyes with her hands. When she felt darker, she slowly opened her eyes again to see the situation around her.

This is a ward, joss quickly identified, the ward is bright and clean, it should be morning, the sun is not very strong, but the light has been unable to make people look directly at.

She looked out of the window at the swaying branches. She turned her head slowly and saw her side.

Her bedside, a black head, is falling there, her fingertips moved, want to touch the black head.

She moved for a while, but felt dizzy. She reached out and touched her head. It seemed that there was a bandage around her head. Was she hurt?

I can't remember. Maybe.

Back to God, when the head is not so dizzy, she reached out again to touch the head.

Some hard hair was stuck in the palm of her hand. The touch was a little familiar. She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips melted into the short hair. When she touched the other person's scalp, her hand was suddenly caught.

She was shocked and her eyes widened.

The man's big hand, holding her, slowly moved down from his head, and then looked up at her.

His eyes were opposite, and joss's throat moved. After a while, he laughed: "I dreamed about you last night."

Her voice did not fall, the next second, the body was stuffed into a hard but unexpectedly warm embrace.

She opened her eyes, and some helpless, but obediently fell in his arms, absorbing the breath of men who let her feel at ease.

Yin Lin stood in front of the hospital bed, with a small book in his hand, and looked up while writing something. The corner of his eye glanced at the other side of the bed from time to time. He was holding an apple to peel. After a while, his eyelids twitched and turned away.

"Well, now, Mrs. Jing, you can start to take a confession." He said business.

Joss looked at him and nodded, "yes."

"Please describe in detail the process of being kidnapped at that time."

"I remember that it was Tang Jun who called me at that time... Well..." before she finished, she was suddenly stuffed with an apple.

She held it, looked around at the man, took the apple, and murmured, "I'm taking a confession. I'll eat later."

"Now." The man strong look at her, eyes can not refuse: "sleep a day and a night, now eat."

Joss looked at Yin Lin embarrassed.

Yin Lin's eyelids trembled again and waved his hand: "at will, at will."

Jos ate a piece of apple, and just swallowed it, another piece was put into her mouth. Jos ate it vaguely, looked at jingzhehan's tireless feeding one by one, and finally laughed: "slow down, I'm about to choke."

"Well." The man answered, the action on the hand is not slow at all.

Unable to laugh or cry, he had to hold his hand: "Mr. Jing, I'm full."

"Half an apple." The man frowned.

"But I just drank two bowls of porridge, a pot of soup, and half a bowl of dumplings. I'm really full. If I eat again, I'll hold on."