Chapter 58: Green branches are easy to break but hard to break

Chapter 58: Green branches are easy to break but hard to break

“Of course I would love a floral scent.”

Cui Jing didn't understand why he brought this up.

The two of them took turns to have their blood drawn, and went back and forth to the sixth floor, finally completing the examinations. Cui Jing felt a headache from the noise of so many people in the hospital, which was like a tourist attraction. She leaned against a stainless steel chair, put on headphones, and waited for the results.

Xie Jin was also running around to check things out, and Cui Jing was not surprised that he didn't take many shortcuts.

His brother is a doctor.

Cui Jing has forgotten his name in the original book. He is a gifted man in the medical field and a talented business man. He has the best of both worlds.

Gradually, he became assimilated into commercial methods and had an inexplicable insistence on his half-monthly doctor position. He was annoyed by temporary additions and people being forced to fill in, and he had a sense of justice. The more his family members wanted to use his rights as a doctor, the more he disliked it.

He thought Cui Jing was extreme, repeatedly harming people with mean means. The male protagonist was pushed by his adopted son to put Cui Jing in a mental hospital for reflection, and the doctor acted as a bridge.

This was what he thought was his punishment.

Cui Jing was crazy about love, so Zhai Yang punished her "love" by sending her to a mental hospital.

There were fewer and fewer people waiting in the hospital. Cui Jing finished watching another episode of TV and went to the vending machine to buy some water.

Someone in front bought some water, but the water didn't fall out. Several passers-by gathered around and watched him call the after-sales service hotline to request a refund, and they didn't buy anything.

Cui Jing switched to a vending machine that was unoccupied.

After buying the water, she was looking at her phone, turned around and bumped into someone. The bottle of water slipped out of her hand and hit the ground, rolling more than a meter away. The reaction force on her shoulder was also quite strong.

"Sorry, I didn't see..."

Cui Jing raised her head as if her throat was being strangled.

The woman squatted down to pick up the water. Her long black hair covered her face and she wore a familiar watch on her white wrist.

"I like your apology, ma'am. Here you go. The bottle is a little dirty."

Cui Jing took the ice water and felt the coldness starting from her fingertips. It was so cold that she could hardly hold anything. She wanted to warm herself up by rubbing her fingertips through the bottle to her palms.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?"

Fan Ci'en's eyes moved over her body, very boldly and slowly, examining her from head to toe without any hesitation.

"it's beautiful."

Cui Jing didn't want to respond to her and had no expression. It didn't take much effort for her to have such an expression without any smile. She was about to ignore him and leave, but she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the nearest chair.

Fan Ci'en had just vented his sadistic desires, without paying attention to how heavy the hands were.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

Cui Jing's face turned cold in pain, and she was surprised that she was more rude to her physically this time than last time. What happened? She struggled to get up but was pushed back into the chair.

"I'll call the police if you do this again."

Cui Jing took out her cell phone and pretended to call 110. Normally, if someone was harassed in a hospital, one would either call the security guard or the police. However, Fan Ci'en was not one of those normal people. Cui Jing did not intend to actually call the police, but just wanted to observe her reaction.

After pressing two numbers, she heard Fan Ci'en laughing.

Probably no one would mention these two words in front of Fan Ci'en, so she found it funny when she heard it.

But Fan Ci'en only laughed once and then slowly restrained herself. Cui Jing noticed her cold eyes.

"I won't stop you from doing anything, but you have to think clearly about what you want to sue for, harassment, indecency or rape... But no matter what it is, the crime against me will become real again."

Cui Jing's breathing almost stopped, and she felt cold all over. Seeing that Cui Jing couldn't move her hand away, Fan Ci'en said, "Go ahead and fight me. I'll help you fight. Can you sue me for rape?"

Fan Ci'en approached and held her hand, forcing her to press the dial button. Cui Jing tried to pull her hand away as if she had just woken up from a dream... but didn't pull it away.

"Do not."

The result of the test was... very bad, she was still crazy in public.

Maybe she will be embarrassed today.

Cui Jing loosened her grip and let the phone fall to the ground. She didn't make the call and tried to stand up again but was held down by the shoulders, unable to move. She could only resist and move to another position, and Fan Ci'en sat down next to her.

This time she didn't control her anymore, Cui Jing successfully stood up, and a man sat down at the other end of the exit.

Zhang Ye.

Cui Jing remained silent and confronted them silently.

"Standing will make you tired."

Fan Ci'en impatiently put his arms around her waist and pulled her down. In just a moment, Fan Ci'en had his fingertips on her lips, rolling on her small lip beads.

"How do you think about the last matter?"

Cui Jing tried her best to avoid the question and said coldly, "I really don't like women, and I'm already married."

The more you avoid the lips, the greater the force.

"I said, these two are not the problem, you haven't thought about it seriously, ma'am."

Fan Ci'en pinched her small chin and leaned forward. Cui Jing tilted her head and kissed her lips. Fan Ci'en's expression did not change. He suddenly pinched her neck fiercely and pushed her face up on the chair. He knelt on her plump and straight thighs with one knee, covering her whole body under his shadow.

"Fan Ci'en."

Cui Jing struggled and burst into tears. The back of her head hit her lightly, and Fan Ci'en's face was a shadow. The light from the ceiling behind her was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.

Cui Jing raised her hands to cover her face, and calling her name didn't sound so awkward, but rather contained a hint of sweet pleading.

"I have a headache...please don't kiss me."

A few people in the back row saw something was wrong and moved away one after another. The view was vague. A young girl wanted to call security but was hesitant about what was going on, so she just watched from afar.

Fan Ci'en turned a blind eye.

He leaned over and looked at her cold eyes and eyebrows. Her blinking eyelashes made her heart itch. He pressed his fingers on the gland and rubbed it hard, making her shoulders and waist tremble.

I don't know if it was because of anger, but she looked like she had been holding it in for too long and was about to cry, but her tears were held back in her eye sockets by her pride and refused to fall.

So squeamish.

And he had to protect his dignity. Who could be a decent person in front of her? What is dignity, my beautiful lady?

"I've been gentle with you." Fan Ci'en loosened his grip.

Cui Jing seemed to know the reason why Fan Ci'en's attitude softened. Her unbearable memories proved it and Cui Jing's eyelashes trembled twice.

You have to show weakness, but not too much, or you won't be able to stand up in front of her.

"Please don't kiss me."

"I'm scared."

"Fan Ci'en... please..." Cui Jing asked with a hint of venting her malice: "Can you please go away?"

Her soft and hard request seemed like a kind of fun. Fan Ci'en ignored the disrespect in it and said with a bit of pleasure, "Say my name again."

"Fan Ci'en."

Her name circled clearly on the woman's tongue several times, coquettishly and angrily.

Fan Ci'en let go of her and sat back in his chair.

Cui Jing's alarm was temporarily relieved. She straightened her clothes, put her bag on her thighs and sat there without moving. She was not sure if moving again would irritate her.

Fan Ci'en listened to Cui Jing's faint breathing as if she had survived a disaster, opened his phone and played Candy Crush. The high volume of the external speaker added an uncivilized noise to the environment.

The music continued to play, and after two sets, Fan Ci'en turned to look at her.

She saw Cui Jing playing a dog-raising game on her mobile phone, hiring a puppy as a cashier, feeding the puppy, filling each food bowl with dog food, and taking the puppy out for a walk.

She was particularly partial to one of the well-behaved puppies whose food was taken away.

The screen of the mobile phone was cracked and the back cover was broken. Fan Ci'en took her phone away and Cui Jing remained silent.

"Zhang Ye, get a wet wipe."

Zhang Ye took out a bag of dry handkerchiefs from his pocket, put it back, and took out another wet wipe and threw it over. He glanced at Cui Jing and lamented her misfortune.

Fan Ci'en pulled Cui Jing's hand over to check it, wiped the broken back cover of the phone with a wet wipe, and shook off the tiny debris on the edge. Because of the back film, the broken back panel was not too aggressive.

Fan Ci'en added himself on WeChat and handed her the phone.

"Your phone is broken."

Without her cell phone, Cui Jing was in a daze.

Fan Ci'en saw that the arc of her lowered head was perfect, and the lines of her neck were as weak as a green branch. Even if the vertebrae were broken, the wrapped flesh would still connect the head and neck, making it easy to break but difficult to break.

One day...

"Sister Cui, huh?"

After Xie Jin came out of the clinic after getting the test results, he didn't see Cui Jing. He looked around and saw the person he was looking for in a row of chairs next to some vending machines in the back.

There was a bench in the middle with people sitting on each end, a man and a woman, and Cui Jing sat next to the woman.

"Brother, please move your legs aside." The way inside was blocked by men.

Zhang Ye gave up his seat upon hearing this.

Jie Jin walked in, and Zhang Ye silently moved a few seats in, stopping when there was an empty seat next to Cui Jing.

Xie Jin felt that this guy was a little crazy. There was no one in the front and back rows. He must have chosen this place because he knew someone there.

"Someone I know is sitting inside."

Zhang Ye didn't move at all.

Jie Jin pushed over and said, "Sister Cui, what are you playing? Why did you drop your phone?"

He sat down next to Cui Jing and nudged Zhang Ye with his elbow.

So crowded.

The strange woman smiled, stood up and left. Then the man also stood up and left, giving him a strange look before leaving.

There seemed to be contempt in his eyes. What was he despising?

"These two people..." Xie Jin finally figured out something was wrong.

"It's a mental illness." Cui Jing said softly.

She kept her head down and continued to raise the dogs. She fired one of the disobedient dogs because of its big appetite and sent it out to find an adopter, and comforted the other well-behaved dogs.

In her peripheral vision, Fan Ci'en disappeared and reappeared in her field of vision. The elevator door opened and she walked in, then closed. Cui Jing raised her head again, and there was no fear on her face, only deep thought.

Fan Ci'en is a person who... responds to soft words but not hard ones.

"Sister Cui, have you picked up your report? I'll get it for you."

"Then thank you for your help." Cui Jing smiled beautifully and appropriately.