Chapter: 1817

But not far from the colorful tombstone where Jirou is, there is another person, a handsome man in a black shirt.

He was standing not far from Ji Rou, his two eyes quietly fell on Ji Rou's face, observing every subtle change in her expression.

Watching her cry, watching her cry... His two hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists, and after clenching and clenching, veins appeared on his forehead.

"Damn it!" The anger in his heart was rising. He never thought that he would lose control and forcibly possess a woman he didn't love.

After a long time, Peng Shan came running from the path and reminded in a low voice: "Sir, it's so hot, you've been standing here for more than an hour, and you'll definitely suffer from heat stroke if you stand any longer."

Hearing this reminder, Qin Yinze was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "take her back immediately, and don't allow her to stay any longer."

Who is the "she" that Qin Yinze said, Peng Shan must know, nodded: "this subordinate will ask Miss Ji to go back."

...

"Miss Ji, it's time for you to go out, please go back with me." Peng Shan came behind Ji Rou and tried to talk to Ji Rou in a polite tone, but the content of these words, no matter what he said , Those who listen to it will not feel comfortable when they hear it.

Ji Rou turned her head and stared at him up and down, left, right, left, right, and left: "who are you? Why are you here?"

Pengshan was a little embarrassed, but the task assigned by the master had to be completed: "Miss Ji, my name is Pengshan, and my husband asked me to follow you. The weather is so hot, please go back with me."

Ji Rou said again: "what? Do you really regard me as a prisoner? Do you follow me like a prisoner wherever I go? "

Pengshan explained: "Miss Ji, how could we treat you as a prisoner? In fact, my husband is worried about you. He also..."

"Following" - before these words were spoken, Peng Shan looked back at the position where Qin Yinze stood just now, and there was no one there.

The master left, and if he said anything more, it probably wouldn't have any effect, and Peng Shan didn't want to explain too much, either there was something called an explanation or a cover-up.

"Worried about me?" Ji Rou smiled, with indescribable sarcasm in her laughter, "It's rare for him to worry about Miss Ben that perverted."

Peng Shan scratched his head in embarrassment, he didn't know what to say when he answered, and there was something wrong with not answering, so he had to giggle awkwardly for a moment.

Ji Rou turned her head back, put her face on the stone tablet, and said softly: "Brother Feng, that's the end of our conversation today. I'll come to see you again when I'm free."

...

On the car back to the city.

Jirou looked out the window and said, "Mr. Peng, please drive to the People's Hospital in the urban area. I'm going to the hospital to see my mother."

Pengshan glanced at Jirou from the rearview mirror. The master asked him to take her back, but didn't ask him to take her to the hospital.

After thinking about it, Peng Shan said: "Miss Ji, you only have so long to go out every day. Today you have run out of time to go out. "

"Used up?" Ji Rou snorted coldly.

She was only given three hours to go out every day, and it took a total of two hours to go back and forth, leaving only one hour of free time.

Ji Rou holds the mobile phone tightly and wants to call Qin Yinze several times, but in the end she still controls it. When she hears that man's voice, she will feel sick to the point of vomiting.

But who made her weak and incompetent was because of her own incompetence that Ji Chendong and others framed her, and finally put herself in such an embarrassing situation.

"Miss Ji, why don't you tomorrow..." Peng Shan was about to say something when his phone vibrated suddenly. He picked it up and took a look. He received a text message from his master.

Naturally, Peng Shan didn't dare to neglect the text message sent by his master, so he quickly clicked on it to read the detailed content of the message. The text message only wrote three short words - let her go.

let her go!