When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Chapter 146 Old illness attacks

"If I die, it must be because of your incompetence as a quack doctor."

After Si Gaoyun put away the silver needle, she stood up straight, folded her arms, and stared at Xiao Cheng with a serious expression.

"Your kind of neuralgia is most vulnerable to emotional instability. Acupuncture can only alleviate it, not cure it. I beg you, please calm down!"

"Ok!"

"Ever since your grandfather beat you up last time, the pain has gotten more intense. Also, I told you to smoke less and drink less, but if you don't cooperate, even a god can't heal you!"

He had said the same thing hundreds of times and had become numb to it.

Xiao Cheng didn't care. He stretched his arms and didn't bother to look at him.

He closed his eyes and said weakly, "I have you here, why else do you think I asked you to come back with me?"

Si Gaoyun glanced at him helplessly and snorted with a sneer.

"So you and I bought a house in the same complex and the same building!"

Xiao Cheng smiled and didn't answer.

Si Gaoyun pulled over a chair and sat down.

Asked: "She still doesn't know?"

Xiao Cheng closed his eyes and did not answer.

He asked again: "You don't plan to tell her? Then why did you come back? Don't tell me you're in love with her and really want to marry her?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the dark red tattoo on Xiao Cheng's back that looked like a flower or fire. It was as big as a palm. The skin covered by the tattoo was not smooth, and it was obvious that it was a scar after the wound healed.

"I just don't understand. You have this thing tattooed on your body, and every time it hurts, it comes out. Doesn't that make you feel uncomfortable?"

Xiao Cheng pretended to be dead, keeping his eyes closed, and no emotion could be seen at all.

After a while, he slowly turned over, folded his hands behind his head and rested them on his head, and spoke in a lazy and perfunctory tone.

"I can't see again!"

Si Gaoyun: “…”

"I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water!"

Si Gaoyun wanted to say something else and opened her mouth, but seeing that he was not going to listen, she simply shut up and got up helplessly and walked towards the kitchen.

On the other side, Chu He called Xiao Cheng several times, but no one answered the phone, and she couldn't help feeling worried.

I hailed a taxi on the road and went straight back to Dingyuan.

When I saw the silver-gray supercar parked in front of the building, my heart settled down.

Chu He pushed the door open and walked in. The room was unusually quiet.

The servants were sent back to the Xiao family's old house by Xiao Cheng early in the morning, and the huge living room was empty.

She casually threw her limited edition Hermès handbag onto the sofa and headed straight for Xiao Cheng's master bedroom. The room was as tidy as usual, with no signs of her having been back.

After searching every room, Chu He trusted her intuition and sixth sense, and soon came to the conclusion that he was hiding something from her.

The car was there, but the person was not. She took out her cell phone and called Xiao Cheng again. The number beeped for a long time, but still no one answered.

On the eleventh floor, Si Gaoyun returned to the living room with a glass of hot water and a bottle of pills in her hands.

Xiao Cheng's cell phone kept vibrating, making a slightly harsh sound on the glass of the coffee table.

Si Gaoyun quietly placed the cup on the coffee table and glanced at Xiao Cheng. She saw that his breathing was steady and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

His phone was still vibrating, and he narrowed his eyes as he watched the phone continue to buzz.

I reached out and picked it up, intending to hang up, but when I saw the name displayed on the lit screen, I hesitated for two seconds and decisively pressed the answer button.

"You go find Ah Cheng, he's not available right now..."

Before she could finish her words, the man on the sofa interrupted her.

"Ayun!"

Xiao Cheng gave him a warning look, signaling him to keep quiet. Although his voice was low, his tone left no room for doubt.