Chapter 727: Fallen by storm
Chapter 727: Storm and Fall
Ji Xun and Jiang Junlin wanted to spend the night at sea, but late at night the weather was unfavorable and dark clouds were gathering. Jiang Junlin was afraid of a storm at sea, so he decided to return home. Ji Xun didn't care, but he didn't expect the weather in Haicheng to change so quickly. In the first half of the night, it was still the Milky Way. The starry sky was covered with thick clouds in the second half of the night. As soon as the group returned to the villa on the beach, it began to rain heavily. Ji Xun was a little tired and soaked in the bathtub, listening to the sound of rain and thinking about Jiang Junlin's words.
He actually handled it gently and just opened it.
It’s incredible!
Ji Xun thought that after this incident, he and Jiang Junlin were going to reach a stalemate. This illness came at a really bad time. If this illness hadn't made his brother soft-hearted, he really wanted to know which way they would have gone.
Is he masochistic?
It is obviously a good ending, but it assumes a bad ending.
“Brother, you will spoil me.”
Ji Xuan thought to himself that this time he had stepped on his bottom line, but he had passed it lightly. What if he repeated his old tricks and fell ill again? People's ambitions and greed are both fed. Otherwise, how could there be such hardships as unsatisfied desires?
Raindrops hit the window, and the water droplets slid all the way along the floor-to-ceiling windows. The mirror soon became hazy. Jiang Junlin sat in front of the window, cutting a cigar and lighting it. He had not smoked a cigar for a while.
Smoking a cigar while listening to the sound of rain makes me feel calmer.
When the two came back, they got a little wet from the rain. He had taken a shower in the guest bedroom and was wearing a dark gray nightgown. He was half lying on the sofa, rarely relaxing. After half-smoking the cigar, Ji Yuan came over with water vapor all over his body and smelled it. When he smelled the cigarette, he knew that Jiang Junlin was smoking uncontrollably. A flash of pain flashed across his eyes, but he walked over as if nothing had happened and put his hands on his shoulders.
Jiang Junlin seemed to be thinking about something and didn't notice him approaching. He came to his senses and was about to put out his cigar when Ji Xun leaned over and said with a chuckle, "I want to smoke too."
"No!" Jiang Junlin said softly, "Wait for a while."
"Second-hand, no problem." Ji Xun's eyes were dark and bright. He lowered his head and tasted the taste of the cigar as he wished.
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Zhang Qiang looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, but he thought he couldn't see anything.
In the middle of the night, heavy rain poured down, hitting the banana trees in the courtyard, sometimes impatiently, sometimes soothingly, and the leaves moved with the wind and rain.
At the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, Ji Huan held one hand on the floor-to-ceiling window. The breath he exhaled quickly obscured the window. The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the cold glass was large, and a thin layer of mist formed.
The secret guard changes shifts every two hours. The curtains upstairs have long been closed, so he can't see anything. He can only vaguely hear the murmur coming from the wind and rain, which is quick and cheerful, but not real.
It rained heavily all night long.
After the wind and rain stopped, the plantains in the courtyard were withered and broken, and were ravaged by the wind and rain into stumps.
Jiang Junlin came downstairs wearing a nightgown. Zhang Qiang looked up and saw that his chest was in a mess. He quickly looked away. Jiang Junlin's voice was a little hoarse and said, "Go get a doctor."
Zhang Qiang was startled, then understood and exited the room.
Forty minutes later, the doctor came with a medicine box. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, it was difficult to hire a doctor. Zhang Qiang spent three months of the doctor's salary to finally hire one. Jiang Junlin had changed into home clothes, looking neat and gentlemanly. Sanctimonious, when the doctor saw Ji Xun lying unconscious on the bed with no good skin on his body, medical ethics and money complicatedly intertwined in his heart.
Should he call the police?
(End of this chapter)