He is wearing dark cotton pajamas, the neckline slightly shows his strong chest, he has a very perfectly proportioned body, beautiful men are really loved by everyone, there is not necessarily anything, it is very eye-catching to see. Wen Rong felt that his heart was really dirty, alas.... I wasn't like this before.

I don't know how long he's been here or how long he's been watching.

"Why don't you sleep more? You have to rest well. If it weren't for taking care of him, Wen Rong would rather sleep until lunch, although this kind of routine is very unhealthy, but it is too attractive, she really wants to talk about a love with the quilt that will never be separated, so she can't understand Ling Jingyan's self-inflicted behavior.

He really won't enjoy it.

"Sleep well." In fact, Ling Jingyan felt that looking at her made him feel comfortable and satisfied for no reason, and any time he couldn't see her was a waste for him.

Some people are born with little sleep, and Wen Rong thinks that Ling Jingyan is probably this kind of person.

"You go to the table and sit down, I'll bring it over, and I'm just about to go up and call you down to eat." Wen Rong smiled softly, he was really fast.

"I'll come." Ling Jingyan was about to come in.

"No, how can you still serve things when you're injured! Hurry up and take a seat at the table. Wen Rong was frightened and hurriedly helped him to the dining table and sat down.

What did he think, he was injured, and he was still thinking about doing something, and he was wounded by a gunshot, did he really think it was okay? What should I do if I don't take care of my injuries well and my arm is wasted!

What an unsettling guy.

And damn not pay attention to the body.

How can anyone take such a pity on their body?

Wen Rongzhen didn't understand, when he was a child, because of his father's profession, he often went in and out of the hospital, and he saw many patients, whether they were rich or not, serious or not, they all craved health without exception, and they were extremely urgent.

How did Ling Jingyan get here, it completely changed.

His disregard for the injuries was so shocking to the point that it shocked her.

How can anyone be so indifferent.

Yesterday, I even wanted to kiss her in that situation..... It's so intense.....

How can anyone experience the brink of death and almost die when they are ..... Still thinking about that thing.....

He.... How hungry and thirsty is it.....

Bringing the food to the table, after Ling Jingyan's left hand was placed one by one, Wen Rong sat down on the solid wood fabric court chair opposite him.

Ling Jingyan raised her eyebrows.

It's just a simple action, but Wen Rong feels that he seems to be unhappy, alas, it's only been a day, he really knows his emotions, Wen Rong feels that he has the potential to be a psychologist.

"You don't need to use your right hand to eat porridge and steamed buns, you can eat them with your left hand." Although she felt that whether he was happy or unhappy had nothing to do with herself, Wen Rong still explained unconsciously, well, she still had to take care of him for a long time, if he was in a bad mood and gave her a stumbling block, she would not be happy, Wen Rong told herself that this was the reason, yes, there was no other reason.

Ling Jingyan didn't speak, and quietly took a spoon in her left hand and fed it to her mouth.

He really doesn't pick.

Wen Rong thought happily.

The Lord who is well fed.

Seeing that he solved most of the fish fillet porridge and buns by himself, he smacked his tongue warmly, his food exceeded her understanding of the amount of food a normal man, and his father and brother also ate a lot of food, but it was really small compared to him.

This man, everything was unexpected by her.

Well, next time she should prepare more.

He had already settled most of the meal, and his dark eyes were fixed on her eating a small half of the vegetable salad at the moment, staring at the prey-like concentration in his eyes that was terrifying.