He had already walked to the sofa, and without looking at me, he turned his back, rested his long legs on the coffee table, and leaned back idly on the sofa.

I subconsciously looked at the place where his wound was.

Sure enough, the wound last time didn't heal at all, but the gauze had been rudely thrown away by Zhu Xiao, and a long hideous wound was exposed to the air.

My eyelids jumped, it hurt just to look at it, but Zhu Xiao didn't even frown.

He looked at me and pointed to the kitchen with his finger out, still holding his phone in one hand, as if he was looking at something.

"Go cook some porridge."

The tone was so natural, I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously confirmed it.

"What?"

Zhu Xiao raised his eyes from his phone and glanced at me, his expression was very light. There is a sharpness hidden in the dark pupils.

I was so dumbfounded that I rushed to the kitchen in confusion.

But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I instantly realized that something was wrong.

There were at least twenty milk pots on the stove, all neatly filled with white porridge.

And the pots were all exactly the same as the one I used here that day.

When I looked closer, I realized that there were name stickers on the surface of each pot, which were written in the languages of different countries.

This is...... What do you mean?

I didn't react for a while, so I had to pick up the pot in front of me, scoop up the rice and put the porridge on the rack.

Zhu Xiao obviously has so much porridge in the kitchen, and now he even asked me to come over to boil porridge?!

What does this ancestor mean?

But I didn't have time to think too much, and when the porridge was ready, I simply took it out with the pot and took out a bowl and put it on the table.

Zhu Xiao walked over with his legs raised, and threw his mobile phone on the sofa casually.

The wound on his leg was so open, and he reached out and grabbed the spoon and tasted the porridge as if he didn't care.

When I saw his movements, my heart jumped.

Don't...... All the porridge in the kitchen was boiled by the chef he asked to come over?

When did Zhu Xiao have the habit of drinking porridge?

He has always eaten quickly, and I haven't even figured out a reason for it, so Zhu Xiao has already swept a bowl like a storm.

I paused, and cautiously looked up at him.

"Fourth brother, those porridge ...... in the kitchen"

He didn't let me finish his words, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and gave the order directly.

"It's down."

…… I was stunned, trying to say that he had completely misunderstood what I meant, and that he had no chance to speak again.

At that time, I obviously wanted to ask him what was going on with the porridge, and why it was boiled and left there without moving.

Later, he had to sigh and turn around and go into the kitchen to process the batch of porridge.

When I threw all the bowls into the sink, Zhu Xiao was getting up from the dining chair.

I obviously saw him frowning, and there was a soft gasp in the air, and then I reacted, it turned out that this person still knew that it hurt.

So I had to sigh and walk in the direction of the medical kit.

…… Who made him my benefactor, I can't just watch him die on the spot because of an infected wound, right?

Zhu Xiao didn't look at me, he picked up his phone and started the game.

When he's fine, he likes to play two games, and he's not addicted.

I opened the medicine box by myself, the cotton swab was dipped in alcohol and pressed on his wound, Zhu Xiao's whole leg trembled, he raised his eyes from the phone at once, the leg bent up suddenly, and the whole person bounced up from the sofa.

I was startled, surprised by the speed with which he moved, and the fierceness in his eyes when he looked at me for a moment.

I had to hurry up the swab in my hand.

"I just...... Thought of helping you with your wounds. ”

Zhu Xiao had already thrown his phone aside, and was looking at me condescendingly, his narrow Danfeng eyes narrowing slightly.

"No, you don't."

It took him a few seconds for his tense body to relax, and he picked his lips and stared at me with a hint of frivolity in his eyes.

"What, so afraid of my death?"

I was stunned, but it was the first time I heard someone put such a word on his lips.

But thinking about Zhu Xiao's reaction in front of the gun that day, I felt normal for another moment.

So he only smiled and squinted his eyes jokingly.

"Of course, if something happens to you, fourth brother, who will give me the money?"

After I finished speaking, I subconsciously shook the cotton swab in my hand, "I'll help you deal with it, fourth brother, just bandage it a little." ”

He just stared at me, dark eyes with an indissoluble coldness and a mockery.

"Cheng Lan, I see that you are getting bolder and bolder now."

As he spoke, he walked towards me, his tall figure casting a dark shadow in the dim light.

I thought he had agreed to treat the wound and was going to open a new bottle of alcohol.

But I didn't expect that in the next second, Zhu Xiao grabbed my arm and pressed me on the sofa at once.

When my entire back frame hit the edges and corners of the sofa, I frowned violently in pain, and Zhu Xiao's face suddenly pressed down.

He didn't kiss me, he just got so close that his long eyelashes almost scraped my face.

Zhu Xiao was wearing a nightgown, and his clothes were very light, but he leaned too close, and his hip bone unconsciously pressed against my lower abdomen, and I almost vomited in pain.

I subconsciously pushed him hard, but Zhu Xiao didn't move.

“…… Hurt. ”

But he turned a deaf ear.

I could only tense my body so hard that I almost bent myself into a shrimp.

Zhu Xiao's palm reached over in the next second, pinched my left chest tightly, and rubbed it a few times with a bit of threat.

I paused for a moment, not daring to move.

His body was very hot, and he probably hadn't gone away yet.

But even if this man is sick, he still has amazing strength.

I blinked hastily and stared at him.

Zhu Xiaocai gradually relaxed a little strength, propped his arms on the side of the bed, about an arm's length away from me, and stared at me with squinting eyes.

"Aren't you worried about anything other than money?"

He said this in an almost joking tone, but his eyes were cold, and people couldn't guess the emotion at all.

But what else do I have to worry about?

Zhu Xiao's words stunned me, I paused for a few seconds, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Fourth brother, you said this, and we don't talk about feelings between the two of us."

After I finished speaking, I smiled, my eyes narrowed slightly, and I stared at him tightly.

"What else do you want me to worry about?"

He was still holding me tightly, and the air fell silent, and I could hear each other's breathing.

After a few seconds, the corners of Zhu Xiao's mouth gradually pulled up, revealing a row of perfectly shaped teeth.

He sharpened his back molars, and the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze me, and it took several seconds for a word to come out between his teeth.

"Get out."