Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 130 Entertainment Circle: Black Moonlight Training Manual 45

After Chang Qing finished taking his statement at the police station, he went to the hospital and saw a girl guarding Wu Jingan's bed. She held Wu Jingan's hands tightly with both hands, her eyes were red, and she had obviously been crying for a long time.

Seeing Chang Qing, her expression was a little bad: "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here, please go out."

Chang Qing looked at the person on the bed, lowered his eyes inexplicably, and chuckled: "Of course I want to see if he is dead. Why? Are you worried about him?"

The girl couldn't tell whether she was feeling resentful or something else, but when she heard the first sentence, a hint of anger inexplicably rose in her heart. But when she heard the sentence "Are you worried about him?", she felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her and she froze in place.

She looked at the person on the bed with a blank expression, as if she realized something, her pupils shrank slightly, and she looked away in embarrassment.

Chang Qing pulled the corner of his lips sarcastically, walked forward, and said with a disappointed tone: "It seems that he is not dead."

An Lin recovered and couldn't help asking, "He took the bullet for you, do you hate him so much?"

"Yes, I wish he would die." Chang Qing suddenly laughed in the face of her puzzled gaze. His tone was exactly the same as his cold and indifferent face, just like the cold wind blowing from the northern border during the cold moon.

"Why?" An Lin was puzzled.

"He is the enemy who killed my father. Shouldn't I hate him?"

"Or should I let go of all this hatred and take selfishness for granted? I don't know what other people will do, but my attitude is that you can stop hating, but you can't love. You can stop collecting the remains of your loved ones, but you can't climb up on their corpses."

An Lin's heart skipped a beat. He felt that the girl's words had a hidden meaning, as if she was stripping him naked.

She raised her head unconsciously and saw the expression of regret on the girl's face that showed Wu Jing'an was not dead. She knew that what she said was from the heart. Facing the other party's calm and cold gaze, she was a little at a loss. She had to take the cup and said she would get some water, and left the ward.

After leaving, An Lin did not go to get water directly, but put the kettle in the water room, went to the bathroom nervously, and poured a handful of cold water on his face.

Chang Qing's words brought back the memories that she had been deliberately ignoring for some time. The neighbor brother in her memory was extremely warm and always taught her a lot with a smile.

It’s a pity that the boy’s undercover identity was discovered during a mission and he died miserably.

She found ways to get close to Wu Jing'an and became an insider for the police, just to avenge her childhood sweetheart.

At the beginning, she was determined to take revenge, but as time went by, she was gradually attracted to Wu Jingan and moved by him. Especially after learning about what happened to Wu Jingan as a child, she felt a little distressed.

When she absentmindedly returned to the ward with the water, Wu Jingan had already woken up.

In other words, he woke up not long after Changqing arrived, but he heard the conversation between Changqing and Anlin, so he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.

An Lin couldn't hide the joy in his eyes: "Jing'an, you're awake."

Wu Jing'an didn't look at her. His expression was full of forbearance and calm as he stared at the girl standing in front of the window. The cold wind from the air conditioner seemed to penetrate into his flesh and blood, and his warm beating heart was chilled a little.

"Lu Sheng." He repeated the other person's name several times, letting the name linger between his lips and teeth, and suddenly chuckled.

Be it disgust or hatred, as long as he was not dead, she was destined to fall into his hands.

Or in a sense, after this incident, he had already seen that Chang Qing's dislike for him was difficult to change, and there were too many things between them.

Anyway, he doesn't care anymore.

Wu Jing'an glanced casually at An Lin who was frozen in place, his expression unchanged: "An Lin, let the others take you back. You have worked hard these past few days."

"Who will take care of you then?"

An Lin felt inexplicably panicked and uneasy. She had never seen Wu Jingan look like this before, nor had she ever heard him call someone's name in such a tender and lingering manner.

She thought she was different because of the kindness he showed her.

But now it seems, thinking about it again, it's just like that. Wu Jingan probably liked her a little, but compared with the girl in front of him, it seemed insignificant.

When she appeared beside him, she was still trying to please him and seduce him on purpose, but the girl just stood there, looking at him with vigilance and disgust, and he just fell in love with her.

An Lin knew that she shouldn't like Wu Jingan, but love was the hardest thing to control, and she was moved.

She even fantasized that Wu Jingan could retire and the two of them could run away and live an ordinary life.

"Huzi, send Miss An back."

Wu Jing'an's tone was still gentle, but with unquestionable strength. He raised the pillow and leaned on it, his eyes drooping lazily.

An Lin was a little special in Wu Jingan's life. At least she did not appear in the harem and share her with other younger brothers, but stayed by Wu Jingan's side all the time.

Hu Zi stepped forward and gestured: "Miss An, you should go back first."

An Lin couldn't hide her disappointment as she followed Hu Zi out. When she reached the door, she couldn't help but turn around and her eyes fell on the two people in the room.

Chang Qing poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, stood in front of the window and looked up. Peach Blossom's tipsy lips were moist, as if covered with frost and dew in the early morning. The pale sunlight fell entirely behind the girl, as if gathering all the skylight, making her snow-white skin look excessively pale. Her slender and long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if covered with fine snow, covering up the coldness in her overly beautiful eyes.

An Lin couldn't help but be distracted for a few seconds. He pursed his lips slightly, then turned and left.

"Lu Sheng, come here."

Wu Jingan smiled at Chang Qing, "I got injured because of you, and you were the one who pulled me here to block it. You should take care of me during this period of time until I recover and leave the hospital."

Chang Qing looked at him silently, and her overly beautiful fingers pinched the paper cup and threw it into the trash can accurately.

"What if I don't agree?"

Wu Jingan said nonchalantly: "You will agree, Lu Sheng. Although you have a selfish and cold side, and when facing fear, you will use the people around you as a shield, but that is human nature. However, Jiang Yue and your grandmother are more important to you than your own life."

"I almost forgot to tell you one thing. The old man's son died for your father."

Chang Qing did not explain that he deliberately pulled him in to take the blame, he just moved a stool and sat in the ward.

It would be more accurate to say that Wu Jing'an asked for trouble rather than saying that she was taking care of him. When the medicine ran out, Chang Qing pretended not to see the blood flowing back into the syringe. She supported her head with one hand and looked sideways at the bottom of the hospital with clear eyes.

If he wanted to drink water or go to the toilet, Chang Qing would simply close his eyes, as if to say, "out of sight, out of mind."