Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

"Pfft! Cough-cough-cough!"

Jiang Yunnuan was so choked that he covered his mouth and searched for a handkerchief everywhere, coughing up tears.

Waving hands again and again.

"I didn't...cough cough cough..."

Zhong Qing handed her her handkerchief, her eyes nearly popped out, "You mean you haven't kissed before? Really..."

She looked curiously at Jing Yang, who suddenly became a little stiff, "You have the face of a playboy, unexpectedly, you can't do it?"

Not far away, another one sprayed the ground, coughing earth-shatteringly.

Xiao Maotou almost choked to death, beat his chest violently, wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Jing Yang got up expressionlessly, carried one in each hand, dragged it to the door and threw it out.

Close the door, drop the bolt, draw the curtains.

Jiang Yunnuan covered his mouth and stared blankly at him as he walked over, feeling particularly strong about the imminent danger.

Subconsciously propped up his body and moved back, "What are you going to do..."

Jing Yang sat on the edge of the bed slowly, reached out to fish her back and hugged her on his lap, and smiled lightly.

"As your biggest creditor, you won't refuse to ask for some interest?"

Jiang Yunnuan was imprisoned in his arms and couldn't escape at all. She was ashamed and angry, and her little face flushed instantly.

"You are not allowed to kiss me!"

"Hey, let me taste whether the watermelon's lips are sweet or not."

"How dare you! I will definitely hit you!"

"Oh, thanks for the reminder."

Jing Yang grabbed her two wrists and folded them together, holding them with one hand.

Holding her neck, with his forearm against her back, he kissed her slightly trembling lips.

In the afternoon of midsummer, when the sun was scorching hot, Cicada crouched on the branch and neighed tirelessly.

The ward was filled with the sweet fruity aroma of watermelon, and when the fan turned on, the whole room was filled with sweet aroma.

Jiang Yunnuan leaned in the man's arms, raised her small face, her eyes were closed tightly, and there were still crystal clear teardrops hanging on the long eyelashes at the end of her eyes.

The tip of the nose is close to the tip of the nose, the round jaw line without edges and corners and the tight and sharp jaw line interweave the most harmonious picture.

The man's mandible is lifted by the chin with every attack to create a sensual movement line.

He is very patient, like a painter, gently and softly depicting the outline, and carefully sketching the details of light and shadow.

From light to dark, slowly color the work.

A group of soft small clouds gradually filled into a sea of ​​clouds, then rose up, spread around, and slowly covered the entire sky.

Jiang Yunnuan is like a drop of water in the clouds, curling up in the clouds under the gentle breeze and drifting with the wind.

When the cloud fell into the sea, she became a drop of sea water again, swaying gently with the waves of the fish.

The whole person is immersed in the gentle breeze and warmth, and all external sounds become dispensable foils.

"Wow, did Ayan come from a beast?"

Zhong Qing bit the soda straw, looked at the hands on the watch with a complicated face, "It's been more than half an hour."

In order to prove that he is very good, he treats a weak patient like this, is he human after all?
At the beginning, there was a whining sound, and I obviously didn't want to.

She wanted to kick open the door to rescue the poor little one, but was forcibly dragged away by the little Maomao next to her.

I don't know where a ten-year-old little bamboo pole man can get so much strength and agility, he can't beat him at all!

"Hey! Little Maomao! There has been no sound for a long time! Is that young lady still alive?"

In the hospital, the first aid should be remembered, right?

"What can happen." Little Maomao calmly put the empty soda bottle on the stone table, "If he fainted, Brother Jing Yang would have rushed out to call the doctor."

Sitting in the gazebo, I was so bored that I was about to smoke.

However, this eldest lady refused to leave, as if she was ready to go up and break the door at any time.

At first glance, he is full of imagination.

He dared to guarantee that the two people inside were definitely not what she thought.

Even if Brother Jing Yang wanted to make a small medicine jar, he would not choose this time, nor would he choose this kind of place.

"Then when will they finish it? The two of us are sitting here stupidly, and we are almost dry~ My hat and things are in it. Don't all of you know how to pick a lock? Go and open the door."

"I can not."

Xiao Maotou moved to the side with a face full of fear.

At this time to show some basic skills, isn't it rushing to seek death?
"Give me the tools, let me do it!" Zhong Qing excitedly put the soda bottle on the table, and stretched out her palm in front of him.

So, she got two wires of different thickness.

Excitedly ran to the door and flicked the lock cylinder.

I've been busy for a long time, but I don't know it at all.

"Hey, little Maomao, go find me a chainsaw!"

No matter how hard it is, once the saw goes down, any wooden door has to be cut open obediently.

The domineering yelling outside finally woke up Jiang Yunnuan, who was dizzy like falling into the clouds.

Opening her eyes suddenly, she frantically pushed Jing Yang away.

Covering his face, he got off his lap, lay down with a squeak, and curled up into a small shrimp.

What was she doing just now?
Simply depraved!
Jing Yang licked his lower lip, the corners of his blushing lips curled up in pleasure, and when he smiled, there was a fox-like sly gleam in his eyes.

Standing up with one hand in his pocket, he walked to the door and opened it, leaning lazily on the door frame, as lazy as a satiated cat.

"What are you going to do?"

He noticed it from the first sound of the door lock, and knew from the sound that he didn't know anything.

So ignore her.

Didn't expect this young lady to open the door in another simple and rude way?
Why didn't she just blast open the door?
Zhong Qing turned her body and glanced at the hospital bed, "Tsk tsk, you beast, are you still a human? You are a patient, hey, you just came back from the rescue in the morning, and you will force her in the afternoon!"

Jing Yang stretched out his hand to push her away, with a cold expression, "Just mind your own business, what the hell are you going to do?"

"Take things home~" Zhong Qing pursed her lips, squeezed into the room sideways, grabbed the peaked cap on the table, put it on her head, and tidied her hair.

He sneaked a few glances at the hospital bed and shook his head sympathetically.

Squat down on the ground and start picking what you want to take away

thing.

Jing Yang beckoned to the little Maotou in the gazebo for him to come over.

Walking to Zhong Qing, leaning against the edge of the table, she reached out and knocked on the table.

"I'll wait for her to be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and I'll come over to be your companion. If you have any requirements in life, just tell her. She has a very easy-going personality, so don't make things difficult for her."

"Eh? Isn't she your good friend? Why do you want her to be a servant? Wow, is it so cruel? You have a lot of money, and you are not willing to support her?"

A watch worth two thousand dollars is willing to give away, but not willing to take money to support her?
Ask someone to work as a servant to earn money...

What a bad taste, so scary.

"Why do you have so many problems, why don't you just pay her for labor service."

"How much, is two hundred enough?"

"You can figure it out, anyway, you are rich and powerful."

"Oh."

Zhong Qing put down her things and ran to the hospital bed, poking Jiang Yunnuan who was still covering her face.

Leaning over and whispering in her ear: "Let me tell you, people like A Yang are not good. I'll introduce you to some good men who are richer than him and more handsome than him. I promise you won't need to work."

"Zhong Qing, do you want to make trouble?" Jing Yang rubbed his forehead with a headache, and strode forward to lift her away.

Zhong Qing gave him a sideways look, straightened her clothes, put her fingers on the brim of her hat, and turned her nostrils to the sky.

"Do you understand my identity? I'm her boss now. I'm talking to my life consultant, why do you interfere, hum~"

"Tsk, hurry up and you..."

Jing Yang waved his hands in disgust, "Xiao Maotou, take her back."

After a while of protesting, Xiao Maotou dragged Zhong Qing away, carrying things in one hand and dragging Zhong Qing in the other.