Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 861: Not convinced? Kill him (81)

Xing Rong, who has a God's perspective, has long known all these things.

She has always chosen to play dumb, pretending to be innocent and without any scheming, all just to maintain her image.

After all, if she wasn't so naive, how could Zhou Silin and Zhong Fanle succeed so easily?

According to the original development trajectory, Zhong Fanle's plan to kidnap them should have been implemented a year ago, but because of Xing Rong's secret intervention, this time was postponed.

Zhong Fanle's physical condition has been getting worse and worse. If he can't find a suitable donor, he will die.

As his important partner, Zhou Silin would naturally not let anything happen to him.

……

As Xing Rong stepped out of the door of the laboratory building, a warm sunlight poured down like a waterfall, sprinkling on her generously, and her white laboratory coat was reflected as if it was glowing white.

Just then, a familiar voice came from beside her: "Don't you feel bored staying in the lab all day?" Xing Rong turned around and saw Zhou Silin walking towards her with things in her hands.

Zhou Silin walked up to Xing Rong, bent down and handed her the paper box, smiling and saying, "This is a chestnut cake made by the newly opened pastry shop. Xiao Qi, try it, it tastes quite good."

The freshly baked chestnut cake exuded a sweet fragrance, which intertwined with the white floral scent of Zhou Silin's expensive perfume, almost covering up the cold smell of ether lingering on Xing Rong's cuffs.

Then she handed the milk tea cup in her other hand to Xing Rong and said enthusiastically, "I picked this juice especially for you. It tastes even better when paired with the chestnut cake. Come and try it!"

Xing Rong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. She slowly lowered her eyes and stared at the glass of juice in her hand. The sunlight filtered through the transparent wall of the glass, casting a charming luster on the light brown liquid, like flowing amber.

Xing Rong carefully raised the cup, parted her red lips, and took a sip. The refreshing taste flowed slowly through her mouth like a spring, sweet but not greasy, leaving her feeling instantly refreshed.

She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, the smile on her lips becoming even brighter, then turned her gaze to Zhou Silin and said softly, "Thank you, sister. This juice is delicious."

Suddenly, a shadow descended like a dark cloud. Xing Rong raised his head and found that Tian Jie had come to him without him noticing.

Tian Jie was also wearing a white coat, with the cuffs neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing his wheat-colored forearms.

His gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, sweeping straight across Zhou Silin's delicately made-up face, and finally stopped at her fingertips painted with nude pink nail polish, which were hanging on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Are you hungry again so soon?" Tian Jie gently took out a tissue to pad her fingers holding the juice cup to prevent her from getting cold.

Then he turned to Zhou Silin and said, "I'm sorry, she'd better not drink cold drinks recently and eat less cake." His voice was not loud, but it was like a piece of ice dropped into warm tea, making people shudder. His tone was calm, but there was a subtle indifference.

Tian Jie slowly bent down, his slender fingers covered with calluses, and he skillfully helped Xing Rong take the pastry off his legs.

His movements were gentle and natural, as if this was something he did every day. Then, he gently flicked away the water droplets that had dripped onto Xing Rong from the milk tea cup. This small action was full of care and attentiveness.

The sunlight filtered through the window and fell on his thick eyelashes, casting a small shadow that just happened to cover the undercurrent surging in his eyes. However, Zhou Silin keenly caught this instantaneous change.

Zhou Silin's fingertips curled slightly, as if trying to hide her inner uneasiness. But she quickly regained her composure, her lips curling up in a carefully drawn arc, a hint of provocation in her smile: "What? As Xiaoqi's younger brother, you have to control her eating snacks and drinking juice?"

She slowly turned her head, her eyes falling on Xing Rong, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "We are talking in private between sisters, do you want to eavesdrop too?"