Nine Hundred and Forty-Four: A Certain CEO Who Insisted on Maintaining His Chastity Was Assassinated.

"Hey, Miss Qiao, the matter is done."

"Okay, I understand, thank you, Sister Yun."

After hanging up the phone, the light in Qiao Jingyun's eyes was terrifyingly bright.

She lowered her head and looked at the mobile phone in her hand as if she were looking at some treasure, her eyes very focused.

"Hahaha~"

Suddenly, Qiao Jingyun, who had been lowering his head without any movement, just like a sculpture, suddenly burst out laughing.

In this laughter, there is pride, joy, excitement, and... there is a touch of sadness that is invisible to people.

"Haha~! Ziming, you are finally mine..."

A gentle look appeared on Qiao Jingyun's face, and she murmured softly.

That voice was full of affection and love.

However, that love seems to be a little twisted.

"No matter what, as long as I can get you, then... that's fine."

A hint of loneliness flashed in Qiao Jingyun's eyes, and soon, her face was replaced by a touch of excitement.

"Now...my 'chess piece' is about to enter the game..."

"Ha~"

Qiao Jingyun chuckled lightly, then quickly left the place and walked quickly towards the location given by Sister Yun.

Ziming, wait for me, we will be together soon.

…

"Well……"

Under the moonlight, under the silent night, a man stumbled and walked unsteadily, as if he was drunk.

Suddenly, a ray of silver moonlight shone on the man's face.

A handsome, cold and proud face with clear outlines and deep eyebrows appeared in the moonlight.

Looking at that face,

Even people with short-sighted eyes can recognize the aura of a man. This arrogant and cold man must be Ji Ziming.

wrong……

Ji Ziming suddenly stopped and frowned tightly.

What he didn't know was that his entire face was covered in burning red.

"wrong……"

Something is wrong...

His body...

Ji Ziming raised his palm and squeezed it gently, but he found that his palm seemed a little weak.

Didn't he drink hangover tea? Why does he feel even more drunk now...

Hot...so hot...

Gradually, Ji Ziming's thoughts began to wander, and his breath became slightly thicker.

"Ziming! What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Just when Ji Ziming thought he was about to fall to the ground, suddenly, a familiar female voice appeared in his ears, which made him regain some consciousness.

"Ziming? Are you okay?"

When Ji Ziming came back to his senses, he smelled a sweet fragrance. This fragrance seemed to make his body feel hot again.

"Ziming? What's wrong with you?"

Then, he felt a pair of soft hands supporting his body.

"Qiao Jingyun..."

Ji Ziming looked at the woman supporting him and moved the corners of his lips slightly.

The visitor was none other than Qiao Jingyun, who had received the news from Sister Yun.

"Ziming! Are you okay? Did you drink too much or have a fever?"

Qiao Jingyun supported Ji Ziming, her face full of anxiety and worry.

"You help me back to the room first."

Ji Ziming felt something was wrong with his body, so he didn't care anymore and calmly gave Qiao Jingyun instructions.

"Well! I'll help you back to the room first!"

With that said, Qiao Jingyun supported Ji Ziming and walked slowly towards the room Ji Ziming mentioned.

Although Ji Ziming is a tall man, because he is still conscious, it is not difficult for Qiao Jingyun to help Ji Ziming walk all the way.

Soon, Qiao Jingyun helped Ji Ziming walk to a guest bedroom.

"Ziming, let me pour you a glass of water."

After helping Ji Ziming to the bed, Qiao Jingyun got busy pouring water for Ji Ziming.

"Come, drink a glass of water first."

Qiao Jingyun looked at Ji Ziming's face that was burning red. After feeding Ji Ziming some ice water, she said worriedly: "Ziming, are you okay? Why is your face so red? And, Your body temperature seems to be a little high too..."

Listening to Qiao Jingyun's words, Ji Ziming's brows knitted together tightly.

There does seem to be something wrong with his body...

"Ziming, I feel like you can't do this! I'm going to call your family doctor!"

With that said, Qiao Jingyun stood up from the chair beside the bed without caring about Ji Ziming's reaction.

"kindness."

When Ji Ziming heard this, he didn't stop him because he also felt something was wrong with his body.

So he nodded lightly and agreed with Qiao Jingyun's words.

"Then wait for me here now, I will be back soon~"

After finishing speaking, Qiao Jingyun left the guest bedroom with an anxious look on her face.

So Ji Ziming was the only one left in this large guest bedroom.

For some reason, when Qiao Jingyun left the room, Ji Ziming felt that the heat all over his body became even stronger.

"Hoo~! Hoo~! Hoo~!"

Ji Ziming closed his eyes and lay on the bed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and breathing heavily.

This feeling is like a fish out of water, uncomfortable and suffocating.

Gradually, Ji Ziming's thoughts gradually lost control.

My mind, which was still somewhat clear at first, gradually became confused...

Qiao Jingyun, who was standing at the door but not far away, secretly listened to the movement in the room through the crack in the door that was not closed.

After listening to Ji Ziming's increasingly heavier breathing, the smile on her lips grew bigger and bigger.

However, she was worried that Ji Ziming's mind was still somewhat clear at this time, so he patiently stood at the door for a while longer.

After a while, Qiao Jingyun listened to the breathing in the room getting heavier and heavier, and occasionally, there were some sexy low sounds, and Qiao Jingyun couldn't help it anymore.

"Ziming, how are you? I went out just now because I was worried about you being here alone. So after I met Sister Yun on the road just now, I asked Sister Yun to help me find a doctor."

Ji Ziming, who had lost his mind in the room, suddenly regained consciousness after hearing Qiao Jingyun's voice.

At this time, how could he not know that he was being plotted by others?

"Don't come in! Get out!"

After trying his best, Ji Ziming weakly shouted out this sentence.

However, these words did not stop Qiao Jingyun.

As if she didn't hear anything, Qiao Jingyun opened the door and stepped in.

"Ziming, what's wrong with you? You..."

However, I don't know if his thoughts were controlled by the desires of his body again, or if Qiao Jingyun was not talking anymore. Ji Ziming, who was lying on the bed, could no longer hear Qiao Jingyun's voice.

However, not long after, there was another sound of opening the door.