Chapter 722 She Has Nothing to Do with Me

Such a huge power system does not seem to arouse the slightest interest in him.

Fu Yi pursed his lips sadly while listening to that recording.

I don’t know where that person is now.

Good or bad life.

…

Inside the hotel.

The servant told him in a low voice: "Since she came back, she has been sitting on the sofa in a daze."

"I didn't even take off my clothes. I told her several times but she didn't hear me."

"She is not in good health to begin with. Is it really okay to be like this?"

Ji Liangcheng leaned against the door, stared at the man at the crack of the door, and sighed helplessly: "Go and rest."

"Oh, I should." The servant lowered his voice and spoke softly to Ji Liangcheng: "Miss Wen...she came here today."

"...What?" Ji Liangcheng frowned vigorously.

Wen Jingran?

What is she doing here?

Ji Liangcheng stared at the people in the room with a complicated expression: "She didn't say anything, did she?"

"No, I just looked at it and left." The maid was very curious: "It stands to reason that Miss Wen and her should have... irresolvable grudges."

However, it seems that it is a bit too light and gentle.

"She also saw Miss Wen, but neither of them said anything."

Ji Liangcheng closed the door gently: "I understand, you take good care of her."

"Yes, I understand."

…

It seems to be raining very heavily tonight.

When Ji Liangcheng came over, his clothes were already wet from the rain. He casually found a dry towel at the entrance, wiped his wet hair, changed his shoes, and walked in slowly.

In the bedroom, only one light was on.

Ji Liangcheng picked up a coat from the bed, walked over and covered her body: "Don't catch a cold. It's so late. Go get some rest early."

"How could you go there without asking me?" Wen Jingran stared at the raindrops outside with cold eyes. The corners of her lips curled up disdainfully and she said, "I bought a plane ticket and will go back tomorrow."

Ji Liangcheng pursed his lower lip; "Don't worry, I have already invited experts to deal with your father's condition."

"Don't think too much."

"How much?" Wen Jingran's voice still had no fluctuations, and there was a trace of depression mixed in the calmness: "Or, you write it down and I will pay it back to you. But it has to be paid in installments, and I can't pay back that much at once. .”

Ji Liangcheng smiled helplessly.

In fact, he wanted to say that it doesn't matter how much money it costs.

He offered to pay her back.

But it doesn’t work that way.

This woman has become... too quiet now.

Ji Liangcheng took out a bill from his pocket and handed it to her hand: "It's all here. It doesn't matter. You can pay it back slowly."

Wen Jingran took a look, neatly folded the bill and put it in her pocket: "Is she okay?"

"It's okay, not that good either." Ji Liangcheng said halfway before shrinking back and telling her the truth honestly; "You should also know what the doctor said. If it weren't for that child, she probably wouldn't have It will last this long.”

"……none of my business."

Wen Jingran responded coldly, put her coat aside, lifted the quilt, got into bed, and slept.

Ji Liangcheng's eyes fell deeply on her face, he closed the window, and turned off the lights when he walked out; "Good night."

"..."

Wen Jingran slowly opened her eyes.

Ji Liangcheng...I'm sorry.