"What's the matter?" Qin Yang was annoyed, and when he saw that it was a tortoiseshell, he thought that the old lady was looking for it.

The tortoiseshell glanced at Wen Wanrong in his arms, and then looked at him, as if she was not very happy: "It's nothing, the slave maid came to send the second master sobering soup." ”

"No need." Qin Yang wanted to wake up with a fart, if he didn't send it early or late, the wine was all awakened, what soup to send, waved his hand, and asked the tortoiseshell to go back.

The tortoiseshell didn't leave: "Second master, it's so dangerous up there, the slave and maid come up and pick up the lady down." ”

As she spoke, she was going to climb the ladder.

"I told you no! I can't understand people! This time, Qin Yang was really annoyed, let go of Wen Wanrong, got up and kicked down the ladder, almost hitting the tortoiseshell.

The tortoiseshell suddenly turned red: "Second master, what are you doing here?" The slave came to deliver the soup to you and sent it to the wrong one? ”

Just finished crying one, another one, touching his head on a big day?!

Qin Yang's temper came up, his face sank, he picked up Wen Wanrong and jumped off the spine and left.

"She's also well-intentioned." Wen Wanrong leaned on his shoulder, just in time to see the tortoiseshell behind her crying and running away.

"You don't care about my business!" Qin Yang suppressed the fire, "Lao Tzu is in a bad mood now, you'd better shut up, don't blame Lao Tzu for yelling at you again!" ”

Wen Wanrong obediently shut up.

Qin Yang carried her to his house and asked someone to fetch water from the well.

Wen Wanrong didn't understand and asked him what he was doing with well water.

Qin Yang was angry and said: "What else can I do, reduce your swelling, otherwise it will hurt you to death tonight." ”

When the water came, he couldn't help but say something, and pressed Wen Wanrong's hand into the water.

The cold well water suddenly pierced into the palm of his hand like a thousand cones.

"It hurts! Hurt! It hurts! Wen Wanrong screamed, her whole body struggling.

Qin Yang pressed her wrist tightly and didn't let her move: "It doesn't hurt now, it hurts even more at night." ”

Wen Wanrong didn't listen to anything, and begged him: "It really hurts, you let go of me, I don't want the swelling to go down." ”

Qin Yang resolutely did not let go: "Don't scream, be careful that outsiders hear it, thinking that Lao Tzu will kill you to death!" ”

Sure enough, when she mentioned her face, Wen Wanrong immediately stopped screaming, biting her lip tightly, and desperately holding back.

Half an hour later, she was about to collapse, she could barely stand, and as soon as Qin Yang let go, she fell backwards and was grabbed by the arm.

"This is the first round, and there is one more round." Qin Yang carried her to the couch, poured another cup of hot tea, and fed her in one mouth, worried that she would not be able to stand it, so she relaxed her rest time and said that she would soak her hands in an hour.

Wen Wanrong was already in pain and didn't have the strength to speak, so she let him arrange it.

When the time came, Qin Yang took precautions in advance: "The second time hurts the most, you bear with it." ”

After speaking, he was afraid that she would move, so he simply moved a chair, he sat down, asked Wen Wanrong to sit on his lap, he imprisoned her waist with one hand, clamped two slender wrists with the other, and pressed directly into the water.

"It hurts! It hurts! Wen Wanrong ignored her face image, screaming, struggling, water fluttering everywhere, and her hands were pressed down as soon as she left the pelvic floor.

"Who told you to be reckless!" Qin Yang found that Wen Wanrong was thin and strong, and she couldn't hold it down when she sitted, so she simply stood up and wrapped her body in it.

Wen Wanrong was so pained that she forged: "Qin Yang, I hurt, I won't be able to do it in the future, let me go." ”

"Not good." Qin Yang was unmoved, obviously feeling that Wen Wanrong's back was soaked in cold sweat.

She broke out in a cold sweat, and he broke out in a hot sweat.

The two tossed for less than a quarter of an hour, and Wen Wanrong's stomach inexplicably turned over and she vomited twice.

Qin Yang's eyes were quick, and he hugged her back and spit it all into the basin.

Wen Wanrong covered her mouth, her stomach turned badly, pushed Qin Yang away, rushed outside the house and continued to vomit, vomiting until there was nothing left in the end, only retching.

Qin Yang didn't expect her to vomit in pain, so she quickly asked someone to clean and change her clothes, fetch water again, and asked the small kitchen to bring a bowl of light salt water and feed Wen Wanrong to drink.

After settling down, another half an hour passed.

Qin Yang saw that Wen Wanrong's face was pale, lying motionless on the couch, not crying or making trouble, it was a lie to say that he was not touched at all, but he really didn't understand what the "good" she asked was.