Chapter 1212: Afraid of me relying on you?

The nurse is not someone else, but Bai Xiaolong, one of his subordinates who

was temporarily captured.

He stood by the bed and watched Xi Luo feeding Zong San Ye bone soup,

basically feeding a spoonful and sprinkling half a spoonful.

Bai Xiaolong stepped on tiptoe and looked at the bed sheet. It is estimated

that if he feeds like this, the bed sheet will be able to twist out half a

bowl of bone soup.

"Sister M, do you want to help..."

Xi Luo took a tissue and stuck it on Zong Zhan’s chin, “No, you go get me a

bottle of liquor.”

Bai Xiaolong took the order and went out.

When he was mixing with sister Qiao before, he had never seen any big scenes.

But he has never seen the scene where Sister M feeds people.

There was no third party in the room, and Silo's slightly stiff movements

relaxed a lot.

She put the soup bowl aside, and stared at Zong Zhan with her eyebrows. "Your

paw is also injured? Can't you wipe your mouth?"

Is this dog thing intentional?

The paper towels are all stuck to the chin, and he doesn't take it, just lying

on his stomach, like a high-paraplegic vegetative.

Zong Zhan sighed heavily, closed his eyes and said in a dull tone, "I didn't

let you take care of it. If you are not used to doing these things, you can

leave it to Bai Xiaolong."

"I'm used to it, I'm too used to..." Silo glanced at the gauze on his body,

and didn't know if it was for herself or Zong Zhan. Affordable."

Zong Zhan's heart is funny, but his handsome face shows a look of unhealed

pain.

Those who didn’t know thought he had an incurable disease.

Si Luo hadn’t seen Zong Zhan’s expression since last night, she immediately

picked up the tissue on his chin and wiped the greasy stains from his bone

broth.

I don’t know if it’s an inch or an inadvertent touch. The man’s lips touched

her finger several times.

Compared with the previous close contacts, it was not worth mentioning, but

Silo still felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Then, she smashed the used tissue on Zong Zhan’s face, “I’m not honest if I’m

injured, right?”

Zong Zhan finally mobilized the tender moment, and disappeared instantly

without a trace.

"Silo, you are the ** hardest woman I have ever seen."

After that, the man closed his eyes in frustration, and a gloomy layer of

gloom was trapped between his eyebrows.

Silo silently took the paper towel from the pillow, and Bai Xiaolong also

carried the white wine back in time, "Sister M, white wine."

"Well, go ahead and come back after nine o'clock in the evening."

Xi Luo took the wine bottle, waved back Bai Xiaolong, and then unscrewed the

bottle cap, "Sick, come and have a drink?"

Zong Zhan licked his posterior molar, "Do you think I died fast enough?"

"Shut up if you can't speak." Silo poured alcohol into the glass and reminded

him unhurriedly, "Lao Si said that alcohol can invigorate blood and remove

blood stasis."

Su Laosi’s original words were: "You can use medicated wine to massage the

wounds of the lumbar spine, which can invigorate blood and remove blood

stasis."

Zong Zhan didn't bother to care about her, anyway, no matter how much Shi Luo

tossed, he thought he could handle it.

At this time, a small half glass of white wine was delivered to the man’s

lips, accompanied by the unique perfume smell of Shi Luo.

Zong Zhan took a sip, but his eyes fell on the woman's face, and he did not

move away for a long time.

Shi Luo did not ignore his gaze, the spicy white wine entered her throat, she

slapped her tongue and started the conversation, "Did you often eat Viagra

before?"

"Cough—"

Zong Zhan didn't swallow a sip of wine, and choked directly.

He coughed several times, and unexpectedly got a back injury.

Zong Zhan sometimes really doesn’t know what Xi Luo is thinking. He calmed his

breath and said dumbly: "Are you sure you want to discuss this topic with me?"

I can’t pass this hurdle, right? !

Shi Luo looked far away from the window where the dusk fell, "Curious. You are

still single at such an age. There is always a reason, right?"

Zong Zhan was silent for two seconds, then turned over very slowly, lay on his

back and let out a sigh of relief, "Me? Such an old age?"

Siluo did not notice the man's turning over, and nodded absently, "Look at

Shang Shaoyan and He Chen, they are both younger than you, and all the

children are running around."

"The choice is different." Zong Zhan folded his hands behind his head and

glanced at her diagonally, "There is a face that says I am older, how old are

you younger than me?"

Shi Luo retracted his gaze dissatisfied, only then realized that he actually

lay on his back, "You don't want your waist anymore?"

Zong Zhan stared at her intently, "Afraid I will rely on you?"

Silo was dumb for a while, staring lightly at the man on the bed, the outline

of his handsome cheeks seemed to be softer than usual.

Tiehan is also tender, the word clearly passed through his mind, and he was

out of control.

It's over.

Siluo's heart shuddered, and her expression changed subtlely.

She actually started looking for Zong Zhan's strengths in a mysterious way.

This is...a sign of tempest.

When certain emotions begin to ferment, the past scenes will rush like

seawater.

Even the daily quarrels can be glorified into flirting.

Xi Luo stared at Zong Zhan with a trance-like look. For a short moment, she

was a little short of breath, and she turned around and wanted to go out to

breathe.

But the next second, her wrist was pulled by the man, "Silo!"

Zong Zhan whispered to her, but Siluo struggled with her arm, "Let go."

"Talk to me for a while?"

Shi Luo struggled less and less, although she turned her back to Zong Zhan,

her mouth still emphasized that she would not compromise, "You let me

accompany me? What dreams do you want, or do you ask..."

"Well, please."

Silo stopped moving, and soon sat back in the chair again, "Good to say."

Zong Zhan raised his eyebrows, raised his thin lips and laughed silently.

It turned out that she didn't not eat soft or hard, but was used to having the

upper hand, and she had to bow her head in everything before she was willing

to give up.

Zong Zhan did not let go of Shi Luo, and rubbed the back of her hand with his

thumb unconsciously, "You are not a disadvantage, which man can stand you?"

Siluo held her shoulders, and said, "My sister has beauty and money. She licks

the dog too much."

Zong Zhan: "..."

He didn’t need to ask.

After asking, it’s me who is uncomfortable.

Zong Zhan squeezed Xi Luo's wrist hard, "Are you going to spend a lifetime

with those licking dogs?"

"Licking the dog and beckoning you?"

Zong Zhan glanced at her, "Can't speak well?"

Shi Luo spread her hands, "Oh, yes, you are sick, and everything you say is

right."

He obviously didn't want to argue with him, but what Shi Luo said was like

cursing.

Zong Zhan tightened his thin lips, tilted his head toward the inside, for a

long while, and said meaningfully: "Being a man, if you don't have the will of

steel, sooner or later, he will be mad at you."

Shi Luo felt that there was something in his words, and her eyes flashed

slightly, "I use you to worry about it, if I like it, it will be too late to

hurt him, how can I anger him."

Zong Zhan smiled and asked, "How does it hurt?"

"Hush cold and ask warmth, serve tea and pour water."

Zong Zhan nodded intriguingly, "So, the way you love someone is to be a nanny

for him?"

Silo: "???"

6000, good night, ask for a ticket?

(End of this chapter)