Sure enough, it was injured.

"Come here."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Qing's waist and sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the person into his arms.

"When you were hurt, why don't you say it."

Wounded?

Who was hurt?

Me?

At this moment, Song Qing was wearing pants, and there was a close-fitting coat left on his body. Zhao Cheng is the kind of rough man, a person who practices martial arts, and has a lot of strength, and Song Qing can't move when he is pressed into his arms.

"I'm not hurt, you let go first."

Seeing that Song Qing was uncooperative, Zhao Cheng's face sank, "Be quiet for me." ”

It's all hurting, what's the fuss. Hurt without him, isn't his eyes bad.

"I am."

Song Qingzheng wanted to explain, but before he finished speaking, he felt a cold on his legs.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Who am I?

Where am I?

I must not have woken up yet.

"Ahh

"Zhao Cheng, you bastard, I'm going to beat you to death."

In the quiet courtyard, Song Qing's voice was very deafening, and it instantly scared away the birds that were perched on the trees.

Gu Wei, who arrived behind Zhao Cheng with Lin Qing in his hand, happened to hear a voice coming from his master's room. Gu Wei was stunned for a moment, and was about to step forward to ask what happened.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the room, he saw Zhao Cheng walking out of the room, and instantly waved his hand to close the door. If he is not mistaken, it seems that he also saw an extra slap mark on the third master's face.

"Third master, are you okay?"

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's expression was indescribable, and when he heard Gu Wei's question, he couldn't help but kill him with a cold eye.

"What do you think?"

It shouldn't be good.

Gu Wei felt as if he knew something terrible.

Thinking of what he had just done, Zhao Cheng's expression cracked.

"No one is allowed to get close to here, and ......" Zhao Cheng glanced at Lin Qing, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but wave his hand, "You, go in and serve......"

Then Zhao Cheng left.

It's really taking it down, and he doesn't have that face anymore.

It wasn't until he felt far away from Song Qing that Zhao Cheng stopped and exhaled. The scene just now came to mind, and my tense face felt like it was smoking.

Even now, when I close my eyes, my eyes are white...... Cough...... This is really a mess of relationships.

As soon as his head was hot, how could he raise his hand to stroke his forehead, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"......"

He really can't be blamed for that.

He doesn't have any elders in his family, and no one has ever told him this, and he himself has not married a wife or had children, so his understanding of women can be said to be very weak.

Song Qingda was an accident.

Reaching out and touching his cheek, Zhao Cheng's mood was quite complicated.

After Zhao Cheng left, Song Qing covered his face and wanted to die, of course he was shy.

"I'm a girl."

"Really."

"The third master is too straight."

Thinking that he had beaten someone just now, Song Qing called him a regret. She doesn't want to be like this, although the other party is the person she likes, but this is without consent, this is a hooligan.

So, if you are beaten, you can't blame her! She was really a little confused just now.

Fortunately, I didn't make any efforts, and I don't know if he was angry.

"Miss, I'm in."

"Okay, Lin Qing, I want to take a bath, you can help me ask someone to bring some hot water."

"It's Miss, I'll go."

……

Next, Song Qing took a bath with hot water, used the menstrual cloth used by ancient women, and after dressing neatly, she sat in front of the mirror and let Lin Qing wipe her hair.

"Miss, your little day is coming, remember not to use cold water these days, and don't eat spicy things, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

"Thanks, I see."

"That, let me ask, how did the third master look when he went out before?"

Lin Qing thought about it, and didn't seem to have any reaction except for an extra slap print on his face.

Originally, I was going to open a new book, but I was embarrassed to work on the old books. The baby is more than six months old, and it is expected to be born in the winter month, and here, I say sorry to everyone. After my child is born, I will continue to struggle every day.

(End of chapter)