C167 Young Master Gong it belongs to me

Somehow, Song Jiayin woke up.

However, although it was clear in her mind, she could not open her eyes, could not speak, nor could she move. She even had difficulty breathing.

But she seemed to be able to "see" the room again.

Song Jiayin was shocked, could she have met the legendary Ghost Compressed Bed?

He tried to move his arms, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand gold and was completely useless.

Song Jiayin was very uncomfortable and afraid. If this continued, would she suffocate to death, or die suddenly from sleep?

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation, but she also knew some scientific explanations regarding the Ghost Compress Bed.

Forcing herself to calm down, Song Jia Ying gave the order to her finger and tried to move it with all her might.

Finally, his fingers could move!

Joy welled up in her heart. She moved her other fingers and tried moving her arms again.

He swung his arm with all his might, and it seemed as if she had swung it, causing it to fall onto the side of the bed.

It was also at this moment that she opened her eyes and took deep breaths of air that had a disinfectant smell to it. She felt very tired.

At this moment, she realized that her arm hadn't moved at all and was still in that position.

This scene was somewhat unimaginable, but Song Jiayin did not put it to heart, it was possible that she had slept too much, so she was confused.

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west. If he slept for a while longer, he would probably be able to eat dinner.

Song Jiayin lied on the bed. She went up, her mind was a little muddled, but her heart was unavoidably filled with the matters of her dreams, and she was inexplicably stunned.

Who exactly was that man?

But when she forced herself to think about something, her head began to hurt again, and the pain interrupted her thoughts.

Song Jiayin rubbed her little head, her mouth unconsciously curled, and she felt very helpless.

She really wants to be in bed." Scram for a moment and then roll back. Scram. Scram Let her down a bit!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Song Jiayin frowned, who would come over at this time?

She had just woken up with a rather thick throat. She cleared her throat and said, "Come in."

The door opened immediately. Wu Zihao stood there dressed neatly, with a bunch of fresh flowers in his arms. Flowers.

Seeing Song Jiayin looking at him, he curled her lips and revealed a smile that she thought was the warmth of the sun, then walked in and planted the flower on the ward's balcony.

Song Jiayin's mind was originally disturbed by the memories in her dream, and adding that she had been tormented by a ghost for a while, her mood naturally wouldn't be any better right now.

When he saw Wu Zihao again, his face turned cold, "Why are you still here, I don't welcome you here."

After all, this man had ill intentions towards her, how could she possibly give him face?

She wasn't the only one. No woman would be amiable to a man who plotted against her, right?

Besides, he was acting like nothing had happened, which made her feel even more disgusted.

Seeing that, the smile on Wu Zihao's face immediately stiffened, and looked somewhat comical.

A hint of coldness and haze flashed through his long and narrow eyes. His body vaguely emitted a vicious aura, but it was quickly covered up by him.

He liked Song Jiayin just like that, and even he himself felt that his feelings for her had twisted into a sickly state, and he couldn't leave her anymore.

In order to make the most of them. With this woman that he had been thinking about day and night, he had to endure for now.

At this moment, he had already thought of how he would teach her to be obedient after getting her into his grasp. How he would let her experience his strength? Thinking of this, he felt a lot more comfortable.

"Sorry, did I make you angry again? Tell me, I promise to change it." Wu Zihao revealed a cautious expression. His eyes looked at Song Jiayin lovingly, as if he really was an infatuated man.

"Humph!" Song Jiayin snorted, seeing his current state, she opened her mouth wide, but in the end she did not say anything.

"I know, you don't remember our past bits and pieces, that's why you reject me so much." Wu Zihao pursed his lips, and a faint self-deprecation hung on the corner of his lips.

He sneered and went on.

I can't help but do some previous actions when I was with you. It's my fault that I scared you, but you know, I really do love you, and whenever I see you, I want to embrace you and give you warmth. Sometimes, I really can't control myself, I really deserve to die.

He rubbed his hair, tears shining in his eyes. He looked a little more decadent.

Seeing that, Song Jiayin's expression could not help but soften.

If it was like he said, they used to be so close. It seemed reasonable that he hadn't lost his memories and unconsciously did all those things to her.

But for some reason, Song Jiayin's heart had always been a little resentful.

In the end, her heart had softened. Seeing his pitiful and petty appearance, Song Jiayin's voice also softened a bit, "Don't be like this, I, I'm not blaming you, I, I just … "Not used to it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zihao's heart was overjoyed, and he immediately spoke up while the iron was still hot: "Let's make peace, I know I'm in the wrong, in the future I will definitely work hard to control myself, don't be angry at me, this way it will affect your body. "Not in good health."

Song Jiayin was silent for a moment, but did not say a word, as she looked extremely cold.

For some reason, she couldn't say anything to forgive him. It was as if she had a feeling that something was affecting her.

Seeing that, Wu Zihao's eyes flashed with a cold light, this woman was not easy to handle.

"Sigh, I know that some of my actions have scared you. How about this, I'll have Jing Junling come over and talk to you about it.

Song Jiayin did not want to disturb Jing Junling because of the matter between her and Wu Zihao. Seeing that, she wanted to say something, but since Wu Zihao had already dialed her number, she did not make a sound.

Anyways, she would listen to what Jing Junling had to say in a while so that she could use it as a reference.

The call connected quickly.

When she received Wu Zihao's call, Jing Junling did not know what wanted from him at the start.

However, Wu Zihao quickly recounted the matter to her in a concise manner, "I caused Jia Yin to get angry clumsily, and I even scared her. Seeing her slowly distance himself from me made my heart upset, so I had to trouble you to come over and tell her about it."

Hearing that, Jing Junling's heart was immediately lifted, and she agreed to it.

"No trouble, no trouble. What relationship do I have with Jiayin? Her business is my business. Wait a moment, I'll be right over!"

After saying that, she hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed back to the hospital.

However, a hint of a cold smile still hung in his eyes, "Song Jiayin, just obediently listen to me, Young Master Gong is mine."