Xia Qing was puzzled, how could Pei Zhengyang return to the old mansion?

As she was thinking, the door to the baby's room was pushed open, and she looked up to see the man in the wheelchair.

Xia Qing subconsciously looked at the top he had just changed.

Pei Zhengyang followed Xia Qing's gaze and saw that the coat had been taken off, and his mood was much better, but when his gaze fell on Xia Qing's neck, he suddenly dimmed, "What's the matter?" ”

Xia Qing didn't know why, "What's going on?" ”

After asking, Xia Qing followed Pei Zhengyang's gaze and lowered his head, and found that the two buttons of his shirt were not buttoned, just revealing the place where he was burned by Lin Xiaoran.

"It's fine." Xia Qing didn't care very much, he just burned red.

"Burns?" Pei Zhengyang didn't think it was okay, the little fat man was very white, it was the kind of rare delicate fairness, and it was red at the moment, looking like a birthmark, very terrifying.

The wound that was torn by the so-called fan of that Internet celebrity at the engagement banquet last time is not completely healed, and now he is burning on his chest again, whether this little fat man doesn't take himself seriously, or is he really stupid.

The inexplicable Pei Zhengyang was very angry.

"Well, your ex-fiancée did it." Xia Qing didn't know why this man was angry, and said a little narrowly.

"Lin Xiaoran?" At the mention of this name, Pei Zhengyang couldn't help frowning.

"Well, but I returned her two cups, don't feel distressed." Xia Qing shrugged his shoulders at Pei Zhengyang's suddenly frowned brows.

It's just that even she didn't notice the temptation in her tone.

Pei Zhengyang glanced at Xia Qing, he felt sorry for him.

"Got it, bring the clothes." Pei Zhengyang had already restrained his expression and pointed to the coat that Xia Qing had changed just now.

Xia Qing's eyes flashed with disappointment, and then she licked her lips with a wicked smile, she knew that this man's obsessive-compulsive disorder was serious, but she didn't expect it to be so serious, she ran back from the hospital regardless of her physical condition, and she didn't dare to tease him anymore, so she hurriedly handed over her coat.

Pei Zhengyang glanced at her fiercely with beautiful amber eyes, then spread out the clothes, meticulously untied the belt behind him, re-tied it, and then asked the servant to find an iron, and put it away after ironing, and finally felt comfortable.

Xia Qing watched the whole process, funny and soft-hearted, and felt that he was too bad for the first time.

"I'll see how your wounds are healing." Xu is a harmful man ran this trip, and Xia Qing's conscience found out.

Pei Zhengyang didn't twist, the operation was done by this little fat man, and the wound was sewn by her, so naturally she didn't know the condition better than her.

Unbuttoned his shirt, Xia Qing skillfully checked, and finally put his palm on Pei Zhengyang's heart, calming down, and the heartbeat that belonged to Pei Zhengyang was clearly imprinted in her mind along the nerves of her palm.

Pounding, pounding, pounding......

Pei Zhengyang lowered his head, just in time to see Xia Qing's little fat hand on his chest, he had noticed that Xia Qing's hand was very small, but because of his fatness, it was very round.

From the fleshy face, to the cute earlobes, and the standard-sized and plump toes, they all look very comfortable.

Make a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder look exceptionally comfortable.

It's just that I didn't expect her little chubby hands to be so cute.

I hadn't observed it carefully before, but now I looked at Xia Qing's hand so closely, it was white and tender, a little cool, and it was extremely comfortable to stick to my chest in summer.

But what really made Pei Zhengyang couldn't help but was Xia Qing's expression.

Before he fainted that day, he saw Xia Qing operating on himself in a trance, and he had the illusion of seeing the goddess when he died, clean and pure.

After waking up, he always thought it was an illusion, but for some reason, when Xia Qing was engrossed in checking his heart at this moment, he seemed to be back in the research room at the moment of dying.

The woman in front of her is quiet and elegant, with undeniable pride and confidence, not beautiful enough, but very dazzling.

Pei Zhengyang's heart was pounding, pounding, pounding......

Suddenly stalled.