C199 Contradiction Upgrade

In order to relieve the stiff atmosphere, Jing Junling got up and walked to the kitchen to cut the tea.

While Wu Zihao sat on the floor, Gong Yichen sat on the sofa, and thought about how to handle this matter.

"The tea is here, let's drink some tea." Jing Junling said.

Wu Zihao was really thirsty, he crawled up and immediately grabbed the tea leaves from Jing Junling's hands.

The tea poured down and coincidentally spilled all over Gong Yichen's body.

Gong Yichen clenched his fists and stomped his feet in anger. He thought to himself: "This brat must have set me up for this. Today, I'll let the police take him away."

Wu Zihao was a little afraid, he immediately wiped him clean and peeked at him, then whispered: "I was not careful just now."

Jing Junling was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat, pretending to scold Wu Zihao.

"So careless."

Gong Yichen sat on the sofa, seemingly deep in thought.

Suddenly, Gong Yichen's gaze fell on Wu Zihao, pointed at him, and said resolutely: I am going to call the police, and let the police deal with you.

Wu Zihao trembled a little upon hearing this, but continued to display an indifferent expression.

"Go to the police, see if it's shameful or not." Revealing Evil. Evil expression.

Gong Yichen really wanted to beat him to death right now, so he decided to call the police.

When he thought about how Wu Zihao treated Song Jiayin, he felt extremely uncomfortable all over.

Jing Junling, who was listening at the side, kept thinking of a way to make Gong Yichen give up on the idea of calling the police.

She stuttered, "Can't you call the police? He's your nephew. It won't be good for anyone."

Gong Yichen glared fiercely at her.

Annoyed, she said, "My nephew can treat my wife like this. Have you ever thought about how I feel about it?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room turned awkward.

Gong Yichen took out his phone from his pocket and was about to call the police.

Being dodged by Jing Junling, she came up with a plan.

"You really can't call the police. Think about it, this is your nephew and this is your wife. If this sort of shameful thing gets out, how shameful would it be!"

Jing Junling tried her best to persuade her.

Hearing these words, Gong Yichen's heart continuously churned, he was constantly conflicted whether or not he should call the police.

He sat down on the sofa and rested his forehead on his hands, thinking: Even if it's for his wife's sake, this cop can't be called in. It's not good for him. And it's even less good for the company.

After repeated stabbing, he gave up on calling the police.

This time, after Wu Zihao heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Only then did Jing Junling give the phone back to him. She was also panting heavily and sat on the sofa to rest.

"All of you, stay far away from me." Gong Yichen shouted in anger.

After hearing this, Jing Junling immediately went to support Wu Zihao who was sitting down.

It could be said that both of them were injured, but Gong Yichen was heartbroken, and could never make up for it.

Watching as they left the room, Gong Yichen suddenly walked to Song Jiayin's bedside. He continued to hug her and did not make a sound for a long time.

He seemed to be comforting Song Jiayin, but Song Jiayin was unconscious at the moment.

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well and let you suffer." Gong Yichen ruthlessly blamed himself.

He went to the bathroom and brought a basin of water and a cloth to wipe her face.

He carefully pulled her hand out from under the blanket and washed her carefully.

Looking at it, Song Jiayin's face was pale white, scaring him to death. He stayed by her side, never leaving for a moment.

In the middle of the night, it was pitch black outside, and there wasn't even a single star at night. This was very fitting Gong Yichen's current mood.

Just as he left the house, Jing Junling and Wu Zihao who were walking on the road started arguing.

"You dragged it out, causing me to suffer together with you. You're so stupid." Jing Junling complained.

"How did I know he would arrive so soon? I got beaten up even more." Wu Zihao refuted in grievance.

The two of them tried to shirk responsibility from each other, causing Jing Junling to be so angry that she almost died.

"If not for you falling at the most critical moment, Gong Yichen would not have ended up like this so easily."

Wu Zihao could only shut his mouth and not reply.

He thought to himself, What an unlucky day, getting beaten up and almost getting called to the police.

Looking at the food on the side of the road, Wu Zihao felt a little hungry. After being beaten up for an entire night, he thought it was time to replenish his strength.

"You're so generous, you're still in the mood to eat. Can't you see the injury on my knee?" Jing Junling was filled with anger.

After hearing what he said, Wu Zihao could only restrain himself.

When the two of them returned home, Jing Junling immediately took out his medicine box and disinfected the wound, then pasted it on a band-aid.

After a cold shower, she went out to the balcony alone and took a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, along with a glass.

He was enjoying the wine and the moving night scene alone. He was also thinking about everything that had happened.

She lay back in her chair, her head in her hands. He thought to himself: Would I make Gong Yichen hate her even more, and thus lose his standing in my heart …

She deeply loved Gong Yichen, but she did not receive a single bit of love. This made her feel jealousy towards Song Jiayin.

Jing Junling silently shed tears and drank the entire bottle of red wine.

On the other side, Wu Zihao was lying on the doorstep of his house, completely befuddled from the beating.

Grasping the doorsill with both hands, he struggled to climb up. His hands trembled as he took out the key from his pocket.

After much effort, he finally opened the door and staggered into the house.

He kept muttering to himself, "You guys are the prettiest. Next time, I'll kill you guys …"

"Putong!" He immediately rushed towards the bed. He fell to the ground. Perhaps he was tired, but after a while, he started to snore.

Deep into the night, the tired people had already begun to move forward. In his dreams, he hoped that tomorrow would be another beautiful day.

Song Jiayin had been in a coma and couldn't wake up for a long time.

Gong Yichen got up and went into the kitchen to make porridge. He took out a chicken from the fridge and prepared to make a stew to nourish Song Jiayin's body.

While he was busy in the kitchen, he would occasionally look towards the bed. To her.

After some effort, the soup was finally served and the porridge was done.

Gong Yichen intimately scooped up the porridge in his bowl to cool it off. He tossed and turned until his body was drenched in sweat, just to wake up to feel warm.

He drank the water on the table in one gulp.

Gong Yichen thought in his heart: Would Song Jiayin blame me for waking up? I didn't take good care of her …

With all kinds of questions in mind, some were just waiting for a long time. He prayed silently.

"Don't run, don't run …"

Song Jiayin kept on talking in her sleep, and after saying those two sentences, she continued to advance. She fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake up, I'm Gong Yichen." He tried to wake her up.

Gong Yichen looked very haggard, but his whole person seemed to be devoid of breath.

The other Jing Junling kept on saying some random things, and finally fell asleep.

He kept on saying drunken words, and kept on saying a series of "I like you, Gong Yichen …" If.