"She's just too weak, she'll be fine after a few days of rest."

As he spoke, Lin Xingyao took out more than a dozen vials and jars from the medicine box, smashed those glass vials one by one, sucked the transparent liquid inside into the syringe, injected it into the vials of white powder, and then shook the vials vigorously, stopped to look, and then shook them again, and finally sucked them all into a syringe.

Watching him finish the injection, Lu Zecheng carefully helped Cheng Qishi tidy up his clothes and cover the quilt.

"Mr. Lu, these are the medicines to take, drink them once tonight, get up tomorrow morning and drink them again, I will come over tomorrow morning."

Lin Xingyao handed the two packs of pills to Lu Zecheng and went out with his medicine box.

After Lu Zecheng fed Cheng Qishi medicine, he sat down on the stool next to him, silently staring at the unconscious Cheng Qishi, frowning and locking.

"Xiao Qi, what happened to make you like this?" Lu Zecheng leaned his elbows against the stool handle, supported his forehead with one hand, frowned, closed his eyes in pain and rubbed his temples.

"Don't, don't-"

A slight murmur came into Lu Zecheng's ears, and he suddenly looked up at Cheng Qishi on the bed.

"Xiao Qi, is that you? You're talking, aren't you? Lu Zecheng lay beside Cheng Qishi and looked at her excitedly.

Was that really shouted by Xiao Qi?

He couldn't believe it.

But he can be sure that this must not be an illusion, it must have been shouted by Xiao Qi himself.

It's still the familiar timbre, so tactful to hear, like the chirping of a yellow bird, like the sound of nature, which makes his heart move, but the breath is a little weaker than before.

He stared at her, his slender willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, his long eyelashes curled upward, and his closed eyes kept rolling and beating, sometimes frowning, sometimes shaking his head slightly.

Lu Zecheng knew that it was Xiao Qi who was having a nightmare.

He gently reached out to smooth the forehead, helped her brush the broken hair on her forehead, and gently held Xiao Qi's hand, put it on his lips and pecked it a few times, and pressed the hand tightly to his face, feeling the temperature from her.

In the end, it was interlocked with her ten, and it never let go again.

He looked at her like that, hoping to hear her voice again.

A whole night passed, and Cheng Qishi didn't make any sound again.

When the warm winter sun sprinkled on the head of the bed through the tulle, Cheng Qishi slowly opened his eyes.

There was a strangeness in front of me.

"Here? Where is it? ”

Cheng Qishi sat up slowly with her arms propped up, and looked at the room carefully.

There are not many furniture, but each piece looks particularly delicate and expensive.

Against the wall is a dark red table with two special crafts, both carved from wood and with unique shapes.

One of them was like a big worm, and like a tree root, so disorganized that it was impossible to see what it was; The other one is very recognizable, resembling a gourd-shaped, with a small blooming flower engraved on it, and several small gourds hanging from the gourd mouth hanging in a staggered manner, and there is a four-corner chassis underneath to support the bottom, and nothing else.

Heavy curtains of dark gray were drawn at the ends of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a thin light gauze hung haphazardly at a distance of half a meter, and a leather wooden chair was placed next to it.

All furniture except the bed is dark red, including the floor.

What taste?

Cheng Qishi looked around for a week, confused.

This is Li Ziyun's home?

No! Unless she wins the lotto.

Is that? Which?

She remembered that she called Li Ziyun after she came out of the villa last night, and then-

She couldn't remember.

Cheng Qishi leaned against the head of the bed and slapped his forehead with his hand, what's going on? I didn't drink and I was able to forget things, how can I forget it?

I don't know what time it is, but there is still work to be done at the magazine.

She subconsciously touched her pocket and found that the clothes on her body were not her own, but ------

But------

Cheng Qishi's eyes widened in shock, how could it be a man's clothes, could it be that someone gave him last night-

"Ahh

If someone defiles her body, it is better to let her die.

"Miss Cheng, what's wrong with you?" Wang Guilan heard the shouts and ran in.

Xiao Qi heard someone shouting to herself, she stopped the movement in her hand, vigilantly pulled the quilt to her chest to cover her body, and looked at the person in a panic.

"Miss Cheng, don't worry, I'm the nanny at home, you can call me Aunt Wang with Mr. Lu." Wang Guilan saw Xiaomeng's nervousness and explained with a smile.

Cheng Qishiti looked at this aunt Wang suspiciously with big eyes, savoring her words carefully.

Mr. Lu?

Lu always?

Could it be him!

Lu Zecheng?

Among the people I knew during this time, there was only one surnamed Lu.

She relaxed, grabbed her shirt and pointed at Aunt Wang.

"Oh, you mean clothes? That's our Mr. Lu's clothes, your clothes were wet in the rain yesterday, I have already washed them for you, and I will help you get them in a while. ”

Xiao Qi shook her head, she wanted to ask who changed her clothes, this was a matter related to her reputation.

She continued to gesture, but Aunt Wang couldn't understand what she meant, and finally she had to give up.

After a while, Aunt Wang walked in holding Cheng Qishi's clothes, "Miss Cheng, these are your clothes, our Mr. Lu sent Xiaoyu to school, saying that after you wake up, let you eat a little food first, and then live in peace, don't think about other things." ”

Where is Cheng Qishi in the mood to continue to stay here now, and I don't know if Mr. Lu has treated her well?

This Lu Zecheng has always been ill-intentioned towards her before.

If that's what she thinks, then she will never spare him.

About half an hour later, Lu Zecheng came back, and when he heard Aunt Wang say that Cheng Qishi woke up, he walked into the room without changing his shoes.

"Xiao Qi, you're awake." As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow slammed into him.

He hurriedly caught it with his hand, hooked his lips and smiled, it seemed that he was almost recovered, and he still had the strength to throw things.

Immediately afterwards, another pillow flew over again, and Lu Zecheng hurriedly threw down the one in his hand to catch the one that flew over.

Cheng Qishi saw that the lethality was not enough, so he grabbed the lamp at the head of the bed and was about to throw it over.

"Wait!" But she was still a step too slow, and she had already dropped the lamp on the ground.

With an explosion, Cheng Qishi herself was so frightened that she shuddered.

She looked at the shards of glass on the ground and was dumbfounded.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Throw it if you want, as long as you feel good. Lu Zecheng came to Cheng Qishi's side at some point and imprisoned her in his arms.

Cheng Qishi was obediently held in Lu Zecheng's arms, feeling that a familiar smell was wrapping herself.

Did you really do that with this man last night? Otherwise, why is the smell on his body so familiar?

She pushed Lu Zecheng away, hugged her body tightly with her arms crossed, and looked at Lu Zecheng very vigilantly.