But Tang Mianmian had already turned around, walked to Long Yejue's side, and helped him up, his expression was very cold, and his voice was also very cold, "Let's go, let's get in the car." (Baidu Search Rainbow Literature Network)"

Long Yejue glanced at Jiang Limo before following Tang Mianmian into the car.

When the car drove away, Jiang Limo came back to his senses from the coldness just now and chased a few steps.

He wanted to say, Tang Mianmian, if you want to leave this man, I can help you......

Or, I'll leave you.

It's just that the car has gone far, and everything he can do is no longer possible.

Lost in vain.

Maybachri, as soon as he got into the car, Long Yejue shook off the hand she was holding onto him.

That attitude, as if she was some kind of virus, avoided it.

Tang Mianmian looked at his empty hand, the corners of his mouth tugged, and then he said to Lan Xiu, "Lan Xiu, call the doctor to wait at home, his wound is bleeding again." ”

"Yes." Lan Xiu immediately did so.

Long Yejue glanced at Tang Mianmian indifferently, "Don't pretend to care, I don't eat this." ”

"If you don't eat it, it's a stranger's behavior." Tang Mianmian said indifferently.

If she doesn't care, why should she care if she cares if she cares?

Tang Mianmian twisted the top, tried not to look at him, took off Lan Xiu's coat, gave it back to him, and put on his coat again.

This dress should have been sent to the laundry by Jiang Limo to dry, and it still had the unique fragrance of laundry liquid, and he didn't even have time to pick up the brand.

She tugged it in, took out her phone and turned it on.

Indeed, as Jiang Limo said, the mobile phone has been repaired, everything is still there, and nothing has been lost.

But she felt that a large piece was missing, and she couldn't piece together a complete appearance.

All the way back to the villa without a word, the doctor was already waiting, and Long Yejue was in a cold sweat on his forehead because of this period of forbearance.

The white shirt had been dyed a large patch of red, and even the pants and belt around the waist were dyed crimson blood.

Tang Mianmian frowned, and subconsciously reached out to press his wound, wanting to help stop the bleeding......

But at this touch, Long Yejue snorted, "Tang Mianmian, are you trying to kill me?" ”

He asked this sentence almost through gritted teeth.

With Tang Mianmian's understanding of him, this man must have been in unbearable pain to ask him like this.

Tang Mianmian retracted his hand and said lightly, "Yes, so you guard against me a little." ”

Lan Xiu was almost drunk listening to it.

It was obvious that Miss Tang wanted to stop the bleeding for him, so she pressed his wound, why did it change the taste when it came to the mouths of the two?

The temper of these two people is really choking.

One is stubborn, the other does not admit defeat......

It seems that there is still a long-term battle to be fought.

Several doctors surrounded Long Yejue, cleaning the wound, re-stitching, and it had been an hour since it was cleaned up.

The doctors who came out were all angry and anxious.

In particular, the attending doctor of Long Yejue began to complain when he saw Lan Xiu, "The wound that was only cleaned yesterday, why did it look like this today?" Didn't you say to be careful? Do you want to die? What if the wound worsens? ”

In the face of the accusation, Lan Xiu could only apologize, "I'm sorry, Jue Shao has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and he hasn't slept yet, which caused the wound to bleed." ”

"Not asleep? As a patient, the most important thing is to rest, without rest, how can you recover your resistance?! The doctor was even more furious when he heard this, "If the patient is so uncooperative, I won't care." ”

"We'll oversee it." Lan Xiu's reassuring answer.

The doctor was furious and left.

Tang Mianmian hurried over and asked nervously, "You just said that Long Yejue ** is not sleeping, what's the matter?" Didn't he come back early last night? ”

Lan Xiu looked at her helplessly, "In this matter, it's better for you to ask Jue Shao in person, I can't say." ”

Don't say it......

Is it hard to speak?

Because of Dragon Night Lord and Defer ****?

She sank her face, stopped asking, and turned back to her room.

Lan Xiu sighed heavily, with Jue Shao's temper, he would definitely not tell Tang Mianmian that he found her last night.

He even came forward to find that person.

Forget it, who can participate in the affairs of these two people?

In the room, Long Yejue had already hung up a drip and was sleeping lightly.

Tang Mianmian slowed down her movements and took her clothes to take a shower.

The smell of medicine all over her body was uncomfortable for her to smell herself.

Coming out refreshed, the first set of potions was also lost, and according to the marks on it, she replaced him with a second bottle.

I stood on the side of the ** and looked at him, this strange and familiar him.

Last night's scene was so poignant.

She also experienced his mood back then.

Just for a moment, she was so uncomfortable that she was dying.

The man must have been desperate at first, and when she needed her most, she turned away, and left without mercy.

Like he said, trample his self-esteem on the soles of his feet......

Therefore, she does not deserve to mention the word self-esteem.

With a heavy sigh, Tang Mianmian turned around and went downstairs.

Lan Xian was instructing the kitchen to cook dinner for Long Yejue, and Tang Mianmian took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and make porridge.

And cooked a large pot of porridge.

Lan Xiu was a little confused when he saw the pot of porridge, "Why is Miss Tang making so much porridge?" ”

Tang Mianmian replied without raising his eyes, "You'll know in a while." ”

Lan Xiu was even more suspicious.

A while? Could it be that Jue Shao can eat so much? I don't believe it if I kill him!

While boiling porridge, Tang Mianmian didn't forget to go upstairs to see if his drip was finished.

After running back and forth several times, I went upstairs with a bowl of porridge that was said to be good for wounds.

Lan Xiu looked at the big pot of porridge that was left, wondering if he should call the brothers to divide it, he couldn't finish it anyway.

After the last set of potions were infusion, Long Yejue just woke up, the nurse took a needle for him, and Tang Mianmian came in with porridge.

Long Yejue, who was going to take a break, lifted the quilt and got up directly after seeing her.

"After drinking this bowl of porridge, go back to work." Tang Mianmian persuaded in a light tone.

Long Yejue frowned and looked at Tang Mianmian.

From the moment she was found in the hospital, she was this cold look, as if he owed her millions.

Who owes whom?

He left without saying a word last night, but he came home after dealing with Defill, only to find that she was not home.

He still deeply remembers the mood at that moment, and the only thought that popped into his mind was that this woman had run away!

That kind of angry and disappointed mood, he rarely experienced, but every time it was because of Tang Mianmian!

It's like I'm crazy, braving the rain and looking for it all over the world.

But I couldn't find where the woman had gone.

In the end, he had to go to the man for help before he found her in the hospital.

The anger in his heart was instantly replaced by worry, and he didn't care about panting, and rushed to the hospital to find her without stopping.

As a result, he was greeted with such an expression.

Does he owe her Tang Mianmian in his life?!

Or did he love her too much, so that she was already so lawless and didn't take her seriously?

Even in just one day, he hooked up with Jiang Limo, talking and laughing?

This is the most unbearable thing for him!

Therefore, at this moment, he was not in a good mood, and her cold appearance stimulated Long Yejue even more.

He said earlier that he came back to her to get revenge on her, so he didn't need to be nice to her!

Long Yejue narrowed his dark eyes, took the porridge he handed over, and then poured it on the trash can mercilessly in front of her.

Tang Mianmian's eyes fell on the steaming wrinkles of the garbage can, and he turned around and went downstairs for a long time.

That's it?

Didn't cry? No complaints? Didn't even look at him, didn't even look disappointed?

Long Yejuejun's face sank, put on his coat and went downstairs.

Tang Mianmian came out with another bowl of porridge, still indifferent, and handed it to him.

Don't give up, do you?

Long Yejue gritted his teeth and poured out the porridge again without changing his face.

Tang Mianmian frowned for a moment, then returned to his indifferent expression, took the bowl from his hand, and went back to the kitchen.

And so on and forth......

A total of fifteen trips.

She ends, he pours.

The two didn't say anything, Long Yejue sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and just smiled like this.

And Tang Mianmian just repeated the action coldly.

Lan Xiu finally understood why Tang Mianmian was cooking such a big pot of porridge just now.

Feelings are used to pour for the lord......

Since you know that Jue Shao has to pour, why do you cook so much?

Lan Xiu couldn't figure it out, the woman's mind was really hard to guess.

The last bowl of porridge, Tang Mianmian put it in the bowl, took a deep breath when he picked it up, and then returned to the hall.

"Aren't you dead yet?" Long Yejue asked contemptuously, "I won't eat what you cooked." ”

Tang Mianmian was not hurt by his words, but asked rhetorically, "If Jue Shao treats me as an irrelevant person, then you will drink this porridge, if Jue Shao keeps pouring porridge because he cares about me too much, then I will endure it!" ”

Care about?

Care about!!

She cares!

He cares about her!

Fuck care!

The devil cares about her!

Ryuya Jue was furious and replied directly, "Are you daydreaming?" Tang Mianmian! How could I possibly care about you! ”

"Since you don't care, then treat me as a stranger, a servant, and you have to drink this porridge." Tang Mianmian replied in a light tone, and the waves in his eyes that made him angry were not shocked.

Why can she be so calm!

Why did she say that to him?

Did he not drink it to prove what she just said, because he cared about her?

To hell!

Long Yejue gritted his teeth and took it, "It's a good suggestion to be a servant, and even in my eyes, you're not even a servant. ”

After speaking, he drank the porridge calmly.

Tang Mianmian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, trying to suppress the sourness in his eyes.

It's not a big deal, the maid is the servant, at least than the love. The woman should be good.

Lan Xiu had to admire Tang Mianmian's courage, she actually dared to provoke Long Yejue like this.

And it was also the first time he saw Jue Shao's aggrieved appearance that he had no choice but to drink porridge.

Tang Mianmian, who returned to the kitchen, only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and wanted to leave a little for herself, but she hadn't eaten much for a day.

But looking at the empty pot, she could only sigh silently.

Touching his lower abdomen, a sense of powerlessness rose, and he could only grope to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

After eating and eating, Long Yejue had already gone upstairs, and there was an empty bowl on the coffee table that he had drunk.

Tang Mianmian rarely tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, and he seemed to be relieved.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, she went upstairs.

Long Yejue is lying in his bedroom, receiving physical therapy from a wound treatment device.

The clothes were slightly open, and the stitched wounds were particularly frightening.