One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The two were talking about something, the glass was soundproof, and Lingqiong couldn't hear it.

But Lingqiong saw big golden characters on the man's head.

"Ji Feiran?"

The man outside suddenly turned his head to look in and met her gaze.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Isn't this glass soundproof?

…

Ling Qiong watched Ji Feiran and Professor Gao say a few words, and the two left in different directions.

Within a minute, the door of her room was pushed open.

A man with three golden characters of "Ji Feiran" on his head came in from outside.

He doesn't have the refined temperament of a scholar at all, but has the temperament of a gentle scum.

Ling Qiong stood in the middle of the room, looking sideways at him.

Ji Feiran picked up his lips and smiled lightly, his lips parted slightly, "Jiang Yungui?"

The man's voice is beautiful, and it is a kind of enjoyment to hear it.

Ling Qiong turned slightly, faced him, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

This cub is not a good stubble at first glance!

Ji Feiran bent his lips and smiled, "From today onwards, I will be in charge of you."

Ling Qiong was silent for a few seconds, then took two steps back with some fear, and asked obediently, "And then?"

Ji Feiran pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Don't run away, or it will add a lot of trouble to my work."

Ling Qiong rolled her eyes around and asked a question that Ji Feiran didn't expect: "Do you help them work?"

Ji Feiran pulled out his hand from his pocket, and flicked the work card on his chest, "Isn't that obvious?"

"oh."

He looked across.

The little girl was wearing a uniform white skirt, which covered her knees, and her calf was scratched, bruised and purple.

Her skin was a little fairer than normal, and it wasn't a serious injury, but it looked a little shocking.

The black hair was draped softly behind her, and all the facial features were exposed. She was an extremely beautiful little girl.

The dark eyes are not lifeless, or resentful and angry. There is a bit of cunning in the clear eyes, and I don't know what he is planning.

Ji Feiran heard her ask: "Can I see you every day?"

Ji Feiran: "In theory, that's the case. After all, I'm only in charge of you now."

Ling Qiong tilted her head, "Why?"

Ji Feiran shrugged his shoulders, and said in a very casual tone, "The others were accidentally...broken by me."

broken?

What kind of broken method?

"So, you have to be more obedient, so that you can live longer." Ji Feiran raised his chin towards the glass window, "You can't escape from this place."

"..."

Ling Qiong squeezed out a little smile.

Ji Feiran saw her reluctance, but he didn't care.

He turned around, pressed the call button at the door, and asked the people outside for medicine.

"Come and sit down."

After repeatedly jumping back and forth between past and not past, Ling Qiong chose to go past.

She sat on the edge of the bed, Ji Feiran squatted down, held her ankle, put it on his knee, and took the medicine from the tray.

Ji Feiran's fingers were slightly cool, and his fingertips gently pressed her skin to apply back and forth.

He lowered his gaze, and the shoulder-length hair slid forward, blocking most of his face.

He painted it very carefully, as if he was restoring some kind of national treasure porcelain.

Others don't care about this little injury at all. As long as her body is fine, they won't take medicine.

Since she woke up, no one cared about the bruises on her body.

Now Ji Feiran even gave her the medicine himself.

Lingqiong thought about it and asked, "Do you have any illegal plans for me?"

Ji Feiran paused, looked up at her, took out a few band-aids from the pocket of his white coat, and pasted them on the severely injured places one by one.

Then he held her ankle and put it back on the ground.

He stood up and threw the medicine back on the tray, "What do you think I have illegal intentions for you?"

Ling Qiong raised her hand to cover her chest, "Then who knows what you perverts are thinking."

Ji Feiran smiled instead of anger, not pretending, but the kind of joy from the heart.

"Then you have to be ready."

Ling Qiong: "..."

What are you ready for?

…

Ling Qiong waited for Ji Feiran to leave, and quickly pulled out the illustration book.

Ji Feiran (0/8)

Ling Qiong was shocked by the number, there were only eight main line cards.

No matter how many main line cards she has, the most important problem now is that she has no way to make money.

How can a player who is penniless and unable to make money pass the level?

Ling Qiong was lost in thought.

Ling Qiong glanced at Ji Feiran's information, two hundred words, basically all nonsense, useless.

Ling Qiong closed the illustrated book, looked down and landed on her lap.

There were several Band-Aids stuck there.

I didn't take a closer look at it just now, but the patterns on the band-aids are all very cute patterns-the girlish ones.

The pink and tender police case is kawaii.

"..."

Why is there such a band-aid on the cub?

For the next two days, Ji Feiran would come over to give her medicine every day, and would do nothing else.

Under such careful care, the scratches on Ling Qiong's body healed soon.

Ji Feiran was here, Ling Qiong was not in a hurry to leave, and stayed in that room leisurely.

Click——

Ling Qiong heard the sound of the door opening and glanced over there.

Ji Feiran stood at the door without entering, "Come out with me."

Lingqiong pointed to herself.

Ji Feiran: "Is there anyone else here?"

Ling Qiong turned over and sat up, "Maybe there are some ghosts."

Ji Feiran smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and signaled her to go out quickly with his eyes.

For the first time in so many days, Ling Qiong was able to leave that room.

There is also a corridor outside the door, and to the left is the corridor leading to the glass window.

The right side does not know where it leads, and the cold white light reveals an ominous chill.

The original owner wasn't locked up here before, so Lingqiong didn't have much impression of it.

Ji Feiran led her to the left.

Lingqiong soon saw the room she had been staying in for the past few days in the corridor.

"Follow."

Ling Qiong withdrew her gaze and followed Ji Feiran's pace.

"Aren't you afraid that I will attack you?" Ling Qiong walked directly beside him.

Ji Feiran motioned her to look behind.

She was followed by four people in protective suits, two of whom she had instigated before, and the other two whom she had never seen before.

They all had electric batons in their hands, if she made any abnormal movements, Ling Qiong had no doubts, they would immediately come up and give her a baton.

Ji Feiran said slowly: "If you are smart enough, you should understand what is best for you."

Ling Qiong murmured: "For the time being, I don't want to leave yet."

Ji Feiran didn't ask her why.

I don't know if I think it's not important, or I think it's impossible for her to leave here, it's unnecessary.

"Why don't you wear protective clothing?" Lingqiong asked again.

Ji Feiran: "No need."

Lingqiong: "Then why do they wear them?"

Ji Feiran: "Just in case."

Ling Qiong: "Prevent..."

Ji Feiran raised his index finger, put it on his lips in a silencing motion, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "If you ask too many questions, you won't be likable."

Ling Qiong: "..."