Though...... Miss her so much...... I'd love to hear her voice, but ...... He can't let her continue to make mistakes, let alone become a prop for her to make mistakes.

Nangong Zhongli was sometimes too smart, but Qin Yu knew that this kind of cleverness would harm her after all.

The phone on his body kept vibrating, and he clenched his fists.

"Qin Shao, your mobile phone rang, don't you answer it?" the bodyguard on the side asked strangely.

"Yes, Qin Shao, what are you thinking, if you want to be so distracted, it can't be a woman......" Another bodyguard also laughed and quipped.

Qin Yu glanced at the two of them coldly, and said, "Stand at your post, if you are uncomfortable, give me a hundred push-ups!"

The two bodyguards' faces changed when they heard this, and they hurriedly stood up: "Qin Shao, we were wrong...... No more nonsense!" Qin Yu looked over, and the two of them quickly folded their faces and stood straight.

Qin Yu was in the army of the Nangong Empire.

Everyone privately calls him Lord Iron Mask.

But Qin Yu is smart and upright, loyal to his master, and has clear rewards and punishments for his subordinates, and everyone is willing to follow him.

The mobile phone on his body finally stopped shaking, and Qin Ji seemed to be relieved.

Nangong Zhongli threw his phone heavily in front of the car.

"Damn! Qin Yu, you dare not answer my call!" Nangong Zhong was furiously furious.

"Good...... Do you think that if you don't answer my phone, I won't be able to do anything? Qin Yu, you wait for me!" Nangong Zhongli said to himself, and quickly started the white Maserati sports car.

******

For three days in a row, Xia Xiaonuan accompanied Nangong Yaoling in the hospital.

Because the bullets of the Nangong Empire are all specially made, the diameter is very large, so the wound on the shoulder is very large.

One of his hands was hanging from his chest, and Nangong Yaoling tried to remove the rope and splint hanging around his neck several times at first, and the eldest young master felt that hanging such a thing was too damaging to his image.

But Xia Xiaonuan caught him and helped him tie the belt coldly and strictly.

The strap is a red cotton that Qin Yu found someone to get, and the doctor said that patients generally like to use red, so that the wound can be healed quickly, and there is some joy.

But the eldest young master of Nangong just doesn't like it very much.

"Nangong Yaoling, if you take it off again, I will strangle you with this rope!" Xia Xiaonuan picked up the red woven cotton that was thrown aside and helped Nangong Yaoling bring it again.

Nangong Yaoling said coldly: "This thing is ugly, I'm just a little injured, I don't need it at all!"

Xia Xiaonuan said sternly: "Nangong Yaoling, are you a three-year-old child? Now is not the time for you to be willful! The doctor said that you are good for wearing it!" Xia Xiaonuan said, hanging his head, and carefully tying the rope behind his neck.

The man came with a faint smell of medicine, mixed with the smell of his body, Xia Xiaonuan took a hard breath, and felt that even if it was stained with a slightly bitter smell of medicine, the breath on his body was so good.

Nangong Yaoling's eyes were staring at her chest, and when she drooped, she could also smell the faint aroma on her body. His gaze fell on her upturned part.

She was wearing a white T-shirt, which she usually couldn't see, but when she bent over, she could faintly see a career line on her chest, and even the snow-white and soft skin.

Nangong Yaoling's steady breathing inexplicably began to float again.