A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

After He Jichen quietly tapped his head, Chen Bai turned around and faced Ji Yi, "Miss Ji, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Ji Yi recalled the voice, light and hard to detect.

Chen Bai didn't mind, smiled at Ji Yi kindly, bypassed her, and quickly walked out of He Jichen's suite.

With the door of the room not far behind being gently closed, Ji Yi carried the fingertips of the packing bag and shuddered subconsciously.

I don't know what He Jichen was thinking. After Chen Bai left, his eyes fell back on her face, staring straight at her, but he didn't speak.

Ji Yi, who hadn't done a good job of the abdominal draft, was always nervous. Now when he looked at him like this, the whole person became more and more panicked, and the subconsciously looked at the direction of He Jichen's vision, shrunk back, and fell to his toes .

Without secretary Chen Bai, the room seemed a lot quieter in an instant, and even the atmosphere became a bit stagnate.

In the whole room, there was no other movement except for the sound of wind blowing from the air conditioner.

Although Ji Yi didn't go to see He Jichen, he could feel that his eyes were still tightly locking her whole person. Her nervous breathing began to be poor. Just when she could not bear it, He Jichen, who was always quiet, Suddenly cleared his voice.

Hearing the sound, Ji Yi raised his head instinctively, just to see He Jichen held out his finger, and nodded toward her on the sofa next to her, "sit."

Ji Yi whispered "Oh" for a second, then stood on the spot for two seconds before walking to the sofa. He found a sofa some distance away from He Jichen and sat down again, adding the sentence: "Thank you."

He Jichen didn't answer her words of gratitude, directly at the unopened mineral water on the coffee table, slightly raised his chin, "There is water."

Ji Yi knew that he meant to let himself drink water, nodded at him, and he hummed.

He Jichen probably thought there was something important about her coming to him. The tone was tepid and he continued to say: "You will wait for me later."

Ji Yi "huh" again.

He Jichen didn't speak anymore, bowed his head, and continued to untie the gauze tied to his right hand.

Ji Yiru sat on the sofa properly and racked his brain to think about what she should do when He Jichen asked her what came to him.

The room fell silent again.

After about five minutes, Ji Yi never thought of a good excuse. Some frowned annoyedly, frowned, gave up, and then turned his head subconsciously, glancing at He Jichen.

The man has removed the gauze, and he should have bleed again after wrapping up the wound. A long piece of gauze is red.

There were two deep wounds in his palm, and the flesh was opened, looking shocking.

On the table on his left hand, there were new gauze, tweezers, cotton balls, alcohol, and a few small white bottles that she didn't know clearly. Ji Yixiang thought that the ointment was probably inside.

Ji Yi could see that He Jichen was preparing to change his wounds.

After throwing the removed bandage into the trash can, he took tweezers with his left hand to remove the cotton ball.

Just like when eating, it is estimated that I am used to using my right hand. The movement of my left hand is awkward. I clamped a cotton ball for a few times. When I dipped alcohol, I dropped the cotton ball into the alcohol bottle.