Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 165 The Extraordinary Jiang Erye and His Sharp Heart (18)

Jiang Yan couldn't wait for her answer, so he pursed his lips and stuffed the sheet into the washing machine. After turning on the washing function, he changed a new sheet for her.

When he helped Shen Ci'en get up again, there was an extra glass of water in his hand.

"Honey lemonade, for hangover, should be more comfortable."

He is proficient in his movements, after all, Shen Ci'en loves to play, and he has done countless times in the past year, such as taking care of her when she was drunk.

Shen Ci'en couldn't even use the strength to hold the cup. With trembling hands, she pointed to Jiang Zhuo's bedside table and tried her best, but she still said tremblingly.

"Give me the medicine..."

There was only one bottle of medicine in the cabinet. The white bottle didn't even have a label. It was a soothing painkiller specially developed by an authoritative cardiologist for Shen Cien's situation.

Jiang Zhuo looked at it but didn't see any tricks, so he unscrewed the medicine bottle and asked Shen Ci'en, "How many pills do you want?"

Shen Cien replied tremblingly: "Two."

Jiang Zhuo handed the pills in front of her, Shen Ci'en looked at the white and tender palm, tried hard to lift his hand, but finally failed because of the pain.

"You feed me."

After several attempts failed, she closed her eyes and chose to give up.

Jiang Zhuo saw that there was a slight blush on her face, her eyes were half-closed, her eyes were like silk, she was lazy, her voice was small, and she looked so drunk that she was full of coquettishness.

He took her behavior as coquetry, he was not only dissatisfied with her hot and cold treatment of him, but also couldn't help but love and pity her in his heart.

This unknown medicine is shaped like a sugar ball, round, white and fat, he squeezed them and fed them into her mouth, she couldn't wait to take it, the tip of her tongue touched him inadvertently while rolling up the pill finger.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help recalling the nonsense between the two of them last night in his mind. While pursing his lips and retracting his fingers, he was afraid that she would choke on swallowing the pills, so he took a cup and fed her a sip of water.

"It would be great if you were so well-behaved when you were sober."

Unknowingly, he looked at Shen Cien who was drinking water with him, and confided his heart.

This medicine took effect very quickly, and within a minute after taking it, Shen Cien's discomfort was greatly relieved. Hearing Jiang Zhuo's murmur, she pushed his hand away wordlessly.

"Who told you I'm unconscious now?"

She struggled to stand up from the hammock, and finally gained strength. Although the hammock was beautiful, it was uncomfortable. She went straight to her own bed, and after sinking her body into the soft Simmons, her soul was soothed.

"Jiang Zhuo, you go out, I want to rest."

She was not used to having outsiders in her room, so she drove him out.

Jiang Zhuo was not in a hurry to leave, he was still sitting on the hammock, supporting his upper body with his hands, sitting upright, his legs wrapped in jeans stretched loosely.

"Shen Ci'en, where do you want me to go when you let me go at this time?"

He stared at her intently, with a scarred left ear and mottled blood stains.

Shen Ci'en didn't know why she suddenly had a heart attack, but Jiang Zhuo's actions just now, by mistake, saved her life.

She wasn't so ignorant, at this moment, she turned her face and drove him out of the door.

"Go back to your room."

Eventually she compromised.

Closing her eyes, she seemed to see the boy who always had a cold face smiling. She didn't often see him smiling, so she opened her eyes to confirm again.

But he had already walked to her side, squatted down, lay down beside her bed, brought his face close to her, and gently rubbed his lips against hers.

"Good night."

Shen Ci'en nestled under the quilt wearily, even though the illness passed, she was still exhausted and did not have the energy to pursue his presumptuous behavior.

She didn't want to talk to this person anymore, she just wanted to have a good sleep and restore her vitality.

"Good night."

She softly dropped two words, then closed her eyes, fully showing her exhaustion in front of him.

Drowsy, she suddenly thought of something, and opened her eyes again, just in time to meet the slight smile on Jiang Zhuo's mouth that was too late to retract.

Both of them were startled, then his smile deepened, and the two moles of tears under his eyes became more and more eye-catching as he approached, and they were so beautiful: "What's the matter, is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Shen Ci'en looked at him tiredly for a moment, then sighed and said, "Jiang Zhuo, don't wear earrings, don't deliberately tan yourself, don't grow long hair, you're already fine now, don't be random for some inexplicable reason change yourself."

During the more than a year when the two had been in contact with each other, when she occasionally got tired of playing nightclubs, she changed into clothes ordered by women from good families and drove to Jiang Zhuo's school gate to find him.

The moment the delicate and handsome young man walks out of the school gate leisurely with his schoolbag on his back, even the sunlight in the sky will be overshadowed by his brilliance.

He was very good, he was already very good, what she couldn't accept was never him, but his background that he couldn't change no matter what.

She couldn't change her thoughts and prejudices, but she didn't want to ruin him because of it. Seeing that Jiang Yan was going astray due to cognitive bias, she couldn't help but wake up the boy.

There was no expression on Jiang Yan's face, and he didn't know if he was listening or not. He stared at her for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

He lowered his eyebrows, curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, and turned around to leave her room.

He left, but the moment he turned around, his back, which was so fragile that it would break if touched lightly, lingered in Shen Ci'en's mind, reappeared in her dreams repeatedly, and tortured her for a long time .

Before dawn the next day, Shen Ci'en sat up from the bed. She had a dream all night, and the dream was full of Jiang Zhuo, and it was all kinds of scenes between him and her in this villa.

True and false, false and true, some of them actually happened, and some of them Shen Ci'en himself felt inexplicable.

In the dream, she seemed to have been immersed in extreme panic, but after waking up, she couldn't remember exactly what she had dreamed.

Overnight, her body has recovered.

Shen Ci'en shut off her bedside lamp with a snap, opened the curtains, and let the brilliant skylight shine into her room and onto her body. She silently looked at the small garden that she was once proud of.

After a long, long time, she took out her mobile phone and called a real estate agency that her company cooperated with.

"I have a house that I want to sell. It is located in the third phase of Deep Bay, a single garden villa."

When Jiang Zhuo woke up, Shen Ci'en had already dressed and was waiting for him in the living room. Seeing that he was going out, he threw a car key at him.

"You drive today."

Jiang Zhuo reached out and caught it firmly: "Where are you going?"

Shen Ci'en's eyes fell on his earlobe, and he gently curled his lips to show a teasing smile that he was all too familiar with: "I'll take you to buy earrings, poor little one."

(End of this chapter)