Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Between the words, the tip of the knife dipped in again, and there was a trace of blood on the woman's tender chest.

Ji Shiting's pupils instantly shrank to the extreme, he finally couldn't help it, strode in front of the woman, and grabbed her wrist!

However, the woman's strength seemed to be much greater, coupled with the fear that she would hurt herself. Although Ji Shiting opened her wrist, she failed to take her knife for the first time.

"Release." He scolded coldly.

The woman grunted in dissatisfaction: "No." Continue to wrestle with him.

Ji Shi Ting's face was as thick as water. He had countless ways to subdue her, but no matter what kind, he might hurt her.

The next second, a strange light flashed in the woman's eyes. She suddenly turned the tip of the knife in a direction. The direction of the force was consistent with the man. When Ji Ting noticed it, it was too late.

The tip of the knife plunged hard into his chest.

When the pain struck, Ji Shiting snorted low, clasped her wrists, and murmured, "Song!"

Blood had oozed from his chest, and the woman’s excited pupils enlarged, and she continued to push the fruit knife forward, but when she heard the call of a man with endless complex emotions, her expression suddenly tranced.

The look on the woman's face gradually faded, the strange childish evil disappeared from her face, and was gradually replaced by a daze.

The strength of her hand also relaxed, but she still held the handle of the fruit knife, and then she looked up and saw the man's pale face, she finally realized that it was wrong.

Ye Shengge unclenched the handle of his knife, his face shocked and dazed, and he thought he was dreaming.

Ji Shi Ting staggered, leaning against the wall, barely supporting the balance of the body.

"Shengge." He whispered the woman's name with a smile on his face, "Don't be afraid, listen to me, you immediately call Qiao Yanze and Sun Ye, let them bring the doctor over and say it is you Uncomfortable...don't let the maid in the villa come in, have you heard?"

"Shi Ting?" Ye Shengge started to tremble. "What's going on? What's wrong with me? It's me..."

"It's not you, listen, it doesn't matter to you, eh?" Ji Shiting reached out to him with a pale and gentle smile on his face, "Come here."

Ye Shengge couldn't help but hold the man's hand, watching the blood gurgling on his chest, and the fruit knife that was still in her hand a few seconds ago, her tears also kept pouring out, shaking like a whole body Sieve bran.

Is she dreaming? She must be dreaming?

"Listen to me." The man's voice had started intermittently, but his tone was unusually firm. He squeezed her hand and seemed to pass on his strength to her, "I will be fine, all you have to do now is Go to call, the password is... Don't let the servant find out that the injured person is me, listen... Did you hear it?"

He said, he couldn't help coughing, and his face became paler.

Ye Shengge was so choked that she couldn't speak. At this time, her mind was still confused, but at least she realized that this was not a dream, she had to send the man to the hospital as soon as possible.

She nodded constantly, nodding desperately: "Okay, okay... Shi Ting, you wait for me, you hold on..."

After talking, she stumbled towards the bedside position, picked up Ji Shiting's cell phone, and stumbled back to the man's side. Her fingertips tremblingly opened the address book and dialed Sun Ye's phone.