The low and childlike male voice reached Song Xingchen's ears, her face was unnaturally avoiding Leng Haochen's gaze, and she stammered a little retorted: "It's not what I want to move." ”

This coquettish tone instantly teased the tight string in Leng Haochen's heart, and he suddenly grabbed Song Xingchen's ankle and pressed the person down on the bed, and a faint fragrance came from the soft bed.

Song Xingchen couldn't help but feel dizzy: "What are you doing?" It's holding me down. ”

"What do you say?" Leng Haochen lowered his head, his breath was getting closer and closer to her, and his eyes were staring at her red lips: "How many times will I save you?" Well? ”

"I warn you, even if you help me, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with me." Song Xingchen struggled to move his body back.

Leng Haochen snickered sideways, turned his face and looked indifferent again: "Really?" But as a wife, there are some things that are shared. ”

"What do you mean that some things are within the division, I stayed for An An, don't go too far, otherwise I, I, I ......" obviously his mouth was too hard, but Song Xingchen's face turned a little red uncontrollably.

Leng Haochen saw her look full of embarrassment, and his heart even more teased her: "What are you?" Is there anything you can do with me? ”

Song Xingchen was dumbfounded for a while, she really had no way to deal with him: "Why are you so thick-skinned?" Actually bullied an injured person. ”

A second ago, she was still moved by the fact that he ordered his subordinates to investigate the case.

As a result, in the next second, he was playfully teased by his increasingly shameless behavior, and there was no room for resistance.

"Kiss and kiss, touch and touch, why are you still so shy?" Leng Haochen got closer and closer to her, as if he was about to eat her in one bite.

"Those things happened today, I'm really tired now, and I'm not very comfortable......" Song Xingchen was still retreating.

Seeing Song Xingchen retreating farther and farther, his panicked eyes were like a frightened little white rabbit, Leng Haochen chuckled, grabbed her leg and pulled her back to his side, no longer deliberately teasing her, but looked directly into her eyes with a serious expression.

He chuckled and said, "Actually, I just want to see the wounds on your body, what do you want?" ”

I just wanted to see the wound, so why do you say things that are easy to misunderstand in that tone?

Really, it made her heart jump out of her throat.

Song Xingchen coughed softly: "Oh, then you said it earlier, I should have a little bruises on my waist and back, and when I struggled, it seemed that I hit the wall in these two places." ”

Leng Haochen took the opportunity to say: "It's inconvenient for you to see it yourself, I'll help you see the severity so that I can give you medicine." ”

Leng Haochen really couldn't find a problem, even if she could see those wounds in the mirror, it would be inconvenient for her to take medicine.

At the moment, it seems that he needs a little help......

Song Xingchen nodded and said weakly, "You're right, so you can sit up?" You're so close, how do you look at the wound? ”

This helpless and irrefutable look is really a little cute, Leng Haochen sat up straight as Song Xingchen wished, and then followed her movements closely, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Song Xingchen felt that Leng Haochen's appearance at this time had a feeling of ill will.

"Can you please not look at me like that? Weird. Song Xingchen said, but the movements in his hands did not stop, obediently and slowly lifted the clothes behind him, turned around, and turned his back to Leng Haochen.

Anyway, it's not the first time, the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and it is the current Song Xingchen.

"Damn it......" However, when Leng Haochen's gaze touched Song Xingchen's back, he suddenly became extremely dangerous, and his brows furrowed: "Pull the clothes up a little more." ”

Hearing the person behind him speak coldly, it was obvious that there was something wrong with his tone, but Song Xingchen's face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Pull it up again, and the underwear will be exposed.

"Huh? Do you see the wound? Why do you have to pull it up......" she replied in a muffled voice.

Leng Haochen didn't care about her reaction, and approached to help her lift the clothes on her back, and her eyes became colder and colder.

Song Xingchen had a large bruise on his back, if it was because he hit the wall, the impact must have been particularly heavy.

"The ...... surnamed Zhao" he said such an inexplicable sentence and fell silent.

Song Xingchen didn't know why, he was still in a state of being startled by Leng Haochen's sudden movements, and his face was so hot that he could boil eggs.

"Hey, are you watching? Why are you motionless, can you let go first after reading it? I want to see the wound on my back again. She had no choice but to remind Leng Haochen, who seemed to be in a daze.

Leng Haochen's eyes were slightly cold, and he pressed the coldness in the depths of his pupils, so as not to scare her.

Song Xingchen's voice just pulled back his thoughts, and he withdrew the anger caused by the wound, and instead responded in a gentle voice: "Hmm." ”

Then, let go of the hand that was gripping her clothes.

Song Xingchen turned around and wanted to go to the toilet to check the injury on his waist in front of him, but as soon as he wanted to get out of bed, he was pulled back by Leng Haochen again.

Leng Haochen asked nervously, "What are you doing?" ”

"Go to the bathroom to see what is going on on your waist, and take a shower by the way." Song Xingchen didn't understand why Leng Haochen could be so nervous.

"After reading it here, I will take a shower, and I can rub the medicine when I come back after washing." Leng Haochen was obsessed with looking at all the wounds on Song Xingchen's body.

This behavior is obviously a bit overbearing, but Song Xingchen doesn't know why, he is rarely well-behaved and does not refuse.

When she rubbed and lifted the front half of her clothes, there were obvious bruises on her thin waist, but not as serious as her back.

But in fact, the wounds in both places were not as serious as expected, but the wounds were particularly hideous by her white skin.

Leng Haochen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he didn't say a word.

"It seems to be fine, just rub the medicine for a few days, and it doesn't hurt very much." Song Xingchen muttered to himself, and then looked up at him: "Then please help me prepare the medicine." ”

Looking at the indifferent expressions of the people in front of him, he felt even more distressed.

If it's not for granted, the average girl will always complain a few words, but she just says, "It's okay."

With him in the future, such a wound will never appear again.

Leng Haochen silently promised her in his heart.

When Song Xingchen came out of the shower, all kinds of medicines were already on the table.

As soon as Song Xingchen walked out of the bathroom door, what he saw was that Leng Haochen was intently looking at the ointments and instructions on the table, picking one after another, until he chose the most suitable medicine.

The soft light of the room hit the side faces of the people at the table, and the originally handsome facial features as sharp as knives were covered with a layer of soft color.