"Look, it hurts again." Ning Jiao's helpless tone, facing the man's indifferent eyes, she poked the back of his hand with a smile and said: "Lord Wang, you are good, obedient, come on, pinch my hand for you, don't feel distressed, I have rough skin and thick flesh, I'm not afraid of pain, it's okay to pinch it." ”

Anyway, when she was growing vegetables, it was common for her to fall and trip, and sometimes she was stupid and poked in the hand with a sickle, so she was used to the pain.

“……”

Song Chumo didn't speak, stared at her for a long time with a pair of dark and cold eyes, and smiled: "Okay." ”

The man is handsome and good-looking, even if his face is pale now, and his smile is seductive, Ning Jiao was stunned, and said in her heart: Okay, what are you laughing at...... Do you want to seduce me into sin?

As soon as she thought of this, Ning Jiao's wrist hurt, a force so big that it almost broke her wrist and strangled her, Ning Jiao's little face turned white, and she almost jumped up in pain.

"Hold the grass, good Nima pain!" She couldn't hold back, she burst out a mouthful of dirty words, and her five fingers tightened in pain and clenched into a fist.

Seeing her like this, Song Chumo snorted coldly and mocked her: "I can't even bear this pain, and you still want me to pinch you?" I'm afraid that before I wait for Zilu to come, you will die of pain first. ”

Ning Jiao: "...... man, can we talk well!"

Song Chumo estimated in his heart that it was almost over, so he let go of her wrist, took her hand back, and put it on his knee again, and then he said coldly: "You can't help much here, it will only distract me, Zilu will come soon, you go back." ”

Ning Jiao rubbed her red wrist, heard his words and continued to squat there.

When the pain in her wrist eased, Ning Jiao spoke: "That's not counted just now, the prince was reluctant to pinch me so much that he deliberately tried to drive me away with so much force, I won't be fooled." ”

When Song Chumo heard this, he wanted to slap Ning Jiao to death, and he was reluctant to pinch her and deliberately drive her away? Did he eat too much to hold on? If he hadn't endured the pain just now and didn't really use all his strength, she would have lost her hands at this time.

The two sat and squatted, staring at each other with big eyes, and the atmosphere in the air was extremely embarrassing.

When Zilu came with the guards, he saw a woman squatting in front of Song Chumo, because it was facing away, Zilu didn't see her face clearly, and only thought it was Guan Xiang who was serving Song Chumo's diet and daily life. He walked straight over and shouted "King Mo", but he didn't have time to do the ceremony, so he asked, "What's the matter?" Didn't I just help you heal a few days ago, as long as you don't do intense exercise, your leg can heal in half a year, is it difficult for you to ......?"

Song Chumo saw him coming, and then his eyes moved away from Ning Jiao and put it on Zilu.

His leg was still aching, and when Ning Jiao was the only one, he still showed a painful look on his face, but at this time, he had already put it away, and said with a very calm look: "Well, yes, that's right, it's what you think." ”

Azusa: "......"

Song Chumo glanced at Ning Jiao, who was squatting in front of him, and said in a meaningful tone: "The little wild cat almost fell into the water, and I couldn't bear to see her become a soup chicken, so I rescued her." ”

Azusa: "......"

Little Wild Cat Ning Jiao: "......"

"Little wildcats? Do you have a cat? When did you get a cat? Zilu asked curiously, he didn't understand the subconscious meaning of Song Chumo's words at all, and he didn't notice that he thought it was Guanxiang's woman, but in fact it was not Guanxiang.

After the initial curiosity, he was angry, and Zilu didn't wait for Song Chumo to reply, so he frowned again and continued to say to him: "Besides, it's just a cat, and it's worth saving it?" Aren't you afraid that your freshly healed leg will be wasted because you don't care? ”

"King Mo, I have greeted you before, the poisonous gas of your leg has soaked into the bone marrow, for so many years, I have only forced out half of it for you, if you don't take good care of these legs, you will really become lame in the future, and even if the Daluo Immortal comes, you will not be able to cure your legs."

When Zilu said the latter sentence, Song Chumo kept giving him a look, but the more the latter spoke, the more angry he became, and he didn't notice that the man was squeezing his eyebrows at all.

After Zilu finished speaking, he found that his eyes had been blinking at him, and the young man frowned: "You are hurting your legs, why are your eyes also convulsive?" Airborne infection? ”

“……”

God fucking telepathic contagion.

Song Chumo: Sudden.

Divine doctors really have the medical skills of rejuvenation, but can't they have a complete and intelligent brain?

Zilu was still thinking about his legs, and after the nagging, he stopped nagging, walked over and patted Ning Jiao's shoulder, "You come with me to help your prince carry him to the bed, he is too heavy, I can't lift it alone." Zilu said it reasonably, and there was still a little dislike in his tone.

Ning Jiao, who was patted on the shoulder by her and asked to carry Song Chumo to the bed with him, looked up at Song Chumo, "Lift?" "With a hint of inquiry.

"Don't lift it." Song Chumo refused very simply, he lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes swept over her delicate and fair little face, and a touch of almost crazy obsession quickly flashed in his eyes, and then lowered his eyes, Song Chumo said lightly: "Zilu is already here, you go back first, I know you are worried about me, but with Zilu here, no matter how much accident may occur, it will not really become an accident." ”

Ning Jiao: "......"

"So, you, don't worry."

When Zilu heard Song Chumo say this, he finally found out that the woman squatting in front of him was not Guan Xiang, there was another person, but who could it be, didn't he hate the women sent by the other princes in his backyard very much, what purpose was the most obvious, they were all sent to monitor him, he didn't even want to dine with those women, and would invite people to Shulan Pavilion?

Zilu, who was full of anger, walked around to the side and tilted his head to see who this woman was, but after seeing Ning Jiao's face clearly, a pair of eyes widened, and Zilu pointed at her and said, "You are not the one, the ......"

"Ahem." The man's heavy cough sounded, interrupting what Zilu was about to say, he reacted to something, and quickly changed the topic, agreeing with what Song Chumo said just now, "King Mo is right, Mrs. Ning...... It's Mrs. Ning, right? With me here, Mrs. Ning doesn't have to worry about King Mo's body, you can rest assured and boldly go back and wait for the good news. ”

Zilu patted his chest and packed the tone of the ticket.

Ning Jiao looked at the two of them silently and didn't speak.

Zilu turned to look at Song Chumo, and winked at him: King Mo, you little Jiaojiao is disobedient, what's the matter.

Song Chumo's face was expressionless: You ask me how I know, drive her back, hurry up!

Zilu: Shouldn't your woman be driven by you, I don't know anyone well, let me chase her, I thought I had an opinion on her.