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"Where are you?" Qingwan asked eagerly.
"Me?" Jiang Yicheng raised his eyes and glanced at the living room, "I'm at home now."
"You wait at home, I'll come right away!" Qing Wan said anxiously.
Jiang Yicheng wanted to ask what was wrong, but his mind suddenly recalled the media report he had learned not long ago.
Jiang Yicheng moved his fingers slightly, and there was some thought in his mind that he wanted to explain immediately, but he gradually pressed it down again. It cannot be denied that now, he still had selfish motives. He wanted to see her, wanted her to care about her, He wanted to see her standing in front of him, looking at him with only him in her eyes
Jiang Yicheng could clearly hear Qingwan's breathing. Not long after, the call was hung up. Jiang Yicheng was holding the phone, a little distracted.
Qingwan got into the car and reported Jiang Zhai¡¯s address to the driver.
Her heart was beating so fast that she was completely out of her mind and unable to calm herself down. Jiang Yicheng was no one else. Without him, she and Jin Yi would not have been able to survive those days
Ai Yu wanted to ask what she was doing here, but when she saw Qing Wan's anxious expression, her heart softened, she started the engine, and drove out immediately.
An hour later, Qingwan arrived at Jiang's house, and the housekeeper welcomed her in.
"How is Yicheng doing now?" Qingwan asked.
The housekeeper was a little strange, but still said, "The young master is waiting for Miss Qingwan in the living room."
"How is his injury?" Qingwan asked again.
The housekeeper thought Qing Wan was asking about the injury Jiang Yicheng suffered a month ago, "He has recovered a lot, and the young master is also actively cooperating with the treatment."
Qing Wan¡¯s heart tightened. Because she was too worried, she didn¡¯t notice the loopholes in the butler¡¯s words, but instead quickened her pace.
Entering the living room of the main house, Jiang Yicheng sat in a wheelchair, looking at her with a smile on his face, and called out warmly, "Qingwan."
Qing Wan walked forward quickly, "Are you okay?"
Jiang Yicheng blinked, his eyes just right showing confusion, "What?"
"The media reported that your car was hit."
Seeing that Jiang Yicheng was still a little puzzled, Qingwan took out her phone and found the report from not long ago.
Jiang also took over and read this report from beginning to end.
The confusion in Jiang Yicheng's eyes gradually receded, and he revealed a look of realization, "Qingwan, you misunderstood. The car that was hit was not mine. It was just the same model as the car I drove out, and the license plate was also somewhat similar."
He turned the screen of his mobile phone to Qingwan and pointed at one of the places with his slender fingers, "Here, the license plate was slightly deformed by the impact. Those reporters identified this car as a car based on the same model and similar license plates. Mine, in fact, there is a license plate on the rear of the car, if you want to know if it is mine, just look at the license plate on the rear of the car."
Jiang Yicheng said slowly, "Maybe they know this car is not mine and want to use it as a gimmick."
Seeing that Jiang Yicheng didn¡¯t have any injuries on his body, Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his explanation, and showed a smile as bright as the stars, ¡°It¡¯s not just something bad happened to you.¡±
Jiang Yicheng's beautiful phoenix eyes concealed his affection for Qingwan, and his voice was as gentle as ever, "I'm fine."
Qingwan glanced at Jiang Yicheng's legs covered by a thin blanket, "How are you recovering from your injury now?"
"I'm recovering well. All the external injuries have healed. As for the injuries on my legs" Jiang Yicheng moved his hands, his smile seemed a little helpless, "The housekeeper has been giving me supplements recently, and I've become heavier even though I haven't gained much weight. Two pounds."
Qingwan looked at him carefully for a moment, "I can't tell at all."
"If it's not good enough, even I won't be able to tell." Jiang Yicheng said, and then asked with concern, "You came here so late, did you come alone, or" (Remember the website address: www .hlnovel.com