"Hello, my name is Shang Jie."

When the man said this, the eaves of the umbrella were slightly raised. The charming peach blossom eyes seemed calm and calm, but it seemed to hide a fatal danger.

"Hello."

Jiang Xingxing looked at him with defense: "Sir, do you have something to do?"

Shang Jie's ring finger under his left sleeve was hooked unconsciously, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he glanced at Jiang Xingxing.

Jiang Xingxing was wearing a rabbit nightgown and blinked with a pair of clear and simple almond eyes.

"Remember me?"

Jiang Xingxing shook his head blankly.

Shang Jie held the pharmacy pocket in his right hand: "My car hit you yesterday and scratched your hand. I came here to deliver medicine to you."

Jiang Xingxing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him carefully.

Under the dull sky, his skin was so white that he was a little scary. His high nose and handsome facial features were not like ordinary people who could be seen on the streets.

Only when a wealthy family is warm and humble, can we raise such a man of craftsmanship and jade.

Jiang Xingxing thought to himself, no wonder he thought his beautiful eyes were particularly familiar. It turned out to be the owner of the Rolls-Royce.

"Sir, you come to give me medicine in person?"

What kind of domineering CEO drama is this?

!

Shang Jie calmed down and said, "Go in and say, is that okay?"

"Can."

Jiang Xingxing quickly took off the safety bolt and respectfully welcomed the Rolls-Royce brother into the house.

It turns out that rich people have their own halo, which makes people feel close to each other and have a good impression of them.

Jiang Xingxing almost without hesitation and put the strange man into his home, without considering whether it is appropriate to do so. After all, they only met once, and it is late at night, and it is raining outside...

Can a rich man still be a bad person?

"Oh, my instant noodles are still in the pot!"

Jiang Xingxing rushed to the kitchen, poured the noodles that were about to be cooked in the pot into a porcelain bowl, and served them on the table.

Shang Jie looked around her room. The room was very small, only fifty square meters, and the bedroom and living room were integrated, with a small bathroom and kitchen.

The dressing table is filled with various bottles and jars for girls, and thick old books are piled on the cabinet, all of which are related to dramas and performances.

A rose-red night light was lit on the wall, covering the whole room with a beautiful mood, and there were shining bead curtains between the living room and the bedroom.

When a guest came to visit, Jiang Xingxing turned on all the lights in the house, and the room was transparent and bright in an instant.

“To save electricity.”

She smiled embarrassedly: "Sir, please sit down."

Shang Jie sat on the sofa, as if something was being hurt. He reached out to touch it and found a black lace underwear.

Jiang Xingxing quickly reached out and snatched it, turned around and stuffed it into the filled wardrobe: "Hug... I'm sorry no one comes to the house."

"It's okay."

Jiang Xingxing's cheeks flushed slightly, and he didn't notice the ring finger of Shang Jie's left hand, and was unconsciously hooking it quickly.

"Sir, are you asking me for something?"

"come over."

“Um…”

Jiang Xingxing walked to Shang Jie and was caught off guard and held his hand by him. She was frightened and was about to pull it back, but he turned her wrist to the side, revealing the band-aid under her wrist.

He tore off the bandaid, and the wound was not bleeding, but he could see several fingernail-length scratches.

The man dipped a cotton swab in a paste and carefully applied it to the position of her wound.

"hiss."

After a sting, Jiang Xingxing instinctively pulled his hand back, but he held it back with greater force: "Don't move."

His palms were warm, and the difference in body temperature between the two allowed Jiang Xingxing to feel him particularly realistically.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thick and slender eyelashes drooped, covering his eyelids, and his dark brown eyes focused on her wounds and helped her apply medicine.

"Every inch of a woman's body should be well protected."

"Sir, I remember that you didn't say that yesterday. What you said was that 'every inch of the actor's skin should be well protected', not 'women'."

The man let out a disdainful sneer in his breath—

He knows nothing.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Xingxing pulled his hand back and asked unnaturally: "So you are looking for me to give me medicine?"

The handsome Rolls-Royce came to the door to deliver medicine in person, which was really like the domineering CEO's romance novel.

In fact, it’s better to send her money.

The man denied: "Of course not."

Well, it's true that it's not her turn to have a good thing.

"Have you read the news?"

“What news.”

Jiang Xingxing was confused: "I have been walking on the show just now and didn't have time to watch TV."

Shang Jie leaned against the sofa, his slender legs were casually open, relaxed and comfortable, as if he regarded this place as his home.

Jiang Xingxing was using his mobile phone to quickly search and browse Shangjie's information.

The youngest heir of Shangshi Group, the top ten in the world's wealth rankings, there is no man that Jiangcheng women want to marry the most...

The Mr. Shang, who was in a suit and tie on his phone, had a expressionless face and was cold and rigorous.

But the man in front of him had a smile in his eyes, but there was a trace of evil spirit.

Although his expression was not right, his appearance was exactly the same. In short, he was right.

"Yesterday my brother went to the police station to report the case and announced that I was missing. My private doctor announced to all media that I was mentally ill and extremely dangerous."

While he was talking, Jiang Xingxing happened to browse the news.

Missing, dual personality, extreme danger, sex addiction...

"In fact, today in the hospital, my brother conspired to frame me with my private doctor, trying to trap me in a mental hospital and get rid of me, and he could naturally become the heir to the Shang Group."

While listening to his story, Jiang Xingxing brought instant noodles and started eating them.

What kind of bloody drama is this for the wealthy family to compete for the throne?

"I ran out while they were not paying attention."

He crossed his long legs and said calmly: "Now the police outside and my brother's people are looking for me. If they take me back, I will be locked up until I die."

Jiang Xingxing took a sip of the hot soup and half-believed and half-doubted about his words: "Mr. Shang, what can I do for you?"

"I need a place to hide, and..." He paused, and his eyes swept to her: "A smart, trustworthy woman."

Jiang Xingxing blinked his eyes, but he still didn't understand why it must be a woman rather than a man.

Shang Jie said bluntly: "I need your help."

Jiang Xingxing put down the soup bowl, and his mind was still a little confused: "What do you mean... want to hide it here?

But I'm not familiar with you, do you have no other friends?"

"I can't trust anyone now. My past friends are likely to have been bribed by my brother, and I have no friends."

So pitiful.

Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but think that although she was so poor that she was so poor that she had some good friends from the drama troupe to be rich and noble with her, so don't forget each other.

This world-class rich man is in Pingyang, but he can't find a trustworthy friend.

Therefore, the king standing on the top of the world must be lonely and lonely.

At this moment, the lonely king's elder brother suddenly turned his face closer to Jiang Xingxing. His handsome facial features gradually enlarged made Jiang Xingxing's breathing for two seconds.

Well, the four words "extremely dangerous" that the news said appeared in Jiang Xingxing's mind!

The handsome guy's plan... is too dangerous!

The man's "dangerous" gaze gently shaved across her face.

Jiang Xingxing felt his heart beat faster and his breathing was not smooth.

“I don’t trust anyone, but I can tell you are short of money.

And I am very rich.”
To be continued...