The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 594 Somewhat Believable
It was dawn, and the first rays of sunlight finally hit the window lattice.It was weak and not warm enough, but it brought comfort to those who had gone through the cold night.

Although he was not awake, Lin Yitang's breathing gradually became much smoother, and the fever miraculously subsided.

The wound was covered with the last piece of gauze.Zhang Wenxuan removed the last tight string.

He staggered out to wash tools, and yawned when he came back.Before he could wipe his hands, half of his body fell on the table.

Lights illuminate the quiet bedroom.Zhu Juanjuan guarded the head of the bed without any tiredness.Lin Yitang was lying on his back, covered with a shoulder-length blanket.One sleeve was cut off when taking out the bullet, revealing the still healthy arm wrapped in gauze.

Compassionate eyes flowed back and forth on his face and arms.Before I knew it, my eye sockets felt astringent and damp, and my heart also felt uncomfortable.

So people who love to be tidy, if they know that their current clothes are disheveled, they will be very disappointed, right?

Although the number of times they met can be counted on one hand, Lin Yitang left a deep and beautiful impression on Zhu Juanjuan.

Except for the one time I was beaten to death in the cell of the police station.Whether he was a rich young man before or a printing factory worker later, his clothes were always clean.

Now, he is still asleep, his expression sometimes tense and sometimes stretched.I don't know anything about what's going on around me.

If you open your eyes blankly after the anesthetic wears off, you may be at a loss.

And she doesn't care about his past and future, she just wants to seize the present.Right now, there is nothing more intimate than changing into comfortable clothes for the person you like.

Men and women are different.A woman who has stayed abroad still adheres to the admonitions she received since she was a child.

Except for Gu Qijiang who accidentally crawled into Zhu Juanjuan's boudoir, there has never been a man's footprint.Naturally, there will be no ready-made clothes.

It happened that the third brother was not there.Taking advantage of this good opportunity, she quietly walked out the door, and a few minutes later, she came back with a new set of underwear, shoes and socks.

"Bang!"

The vase on the table rolled to the ground with a crisp sound, which woke up the dozing Zhang Wenxuan.

He adjusted the glasses that had slid to the bridge of his nose, and asked in a vague voice:

"Did you drop something?"

"Yes"

However, after Zhang Wenxuan picked up the vase, he drowsy and ran away in an instant.When I looked up, I noticed that she was unusual.

"Miss Zhu is going to get clothes for Xiao Lan?"

Zhu Juanjuan's heartbeat accelerated, and her face was burning hot.

With a full bosom full of things, he couldn't hide it, and couldn't blindfold him, so he boldly asked:
"Doctor Zhang, I'm going to replace the dirty one for Yitang, is that okay?"

In the eyes of doctors, changing clothes for people who have undergone surgery is not an easy task.If it is moved improperly, the sutured place will easily cause the wound to tear.

What makes him more cautious is to prevent some kind of "cross-border" behavior.

I remember that when Lin Yitang was discharged from the hospital at the end of October, he even specially sent a wedding invitation.Although Ms. Lin chose Gu Qilan, is there any girl she likes on Young Master Lin's side?

It is not very appropriate for an unmarried woman to do it.Zhang Wenxuan took a sip of tea, patted his forehead, thought for a moment before speaking:
"The clothes should be changed to avoid infection. Ask Xiaolan to help with the scissors, and I will change them."

Zhu Juanjuan walked to the table, but saw the young man sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly closed and his hands relaxed on his knees.

"Fell asleep."

She turned around gently and returned to the bed, her breathing was a little short, expecting his answer.

Zhang Wenxuan still insisted on the principle of not touching if you can, and waved his hand:

"It's okay, Xiao Chen is fine too."

"Ah."

As soon as she stepped into the door of the study, snoring could be heard in her ears.

On the cork floor, Chen Xing and the two children were lying stretched out.Like a hibernating animal, his face was calm.

Back in the bedroom, she lowered her eyes, spoke softly, and was a little shy, not daring to look at Zhang Wenxuan.

"They were all asleep."

The last line of defense was broken.Zhang Wenxuan sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice:
"Then please cut it."

He washed his hands carefully with soap, wiped the scissors with alcohol several times, and stuffed them into her hands.

"Be careful, don't touch the wound!"

"I see!"

Zhang Wenxuan supported the upper body of the wounded, while Zhu Juanjuan nervously raised the scissors.

"Ah-"

With a swift swipe of the knife, a long line was cut from the collar to the hem of the clothes.

Just as she was about to take off the broken clothes, a blood-stained object fell out of a pocket that touched her fingertips.

A smooth, glowing delicate light.One section was soaked with blood, frozen hard.

The original color of the handkerchief is pure white.Although it was caught in the heart, it was inevitably stained with blood.Zhang Wenxuan carefully supported Lin Yitang from behind, like holding a piece of jade that was easily broken.

The blood-stained Sipa came in front of Zhu Juanjuan.Her complexion changed, and the corners of her lips tightened.

The young man who had been sitting silently by the window noticed something and stood up abruptly.

"Sister Juanjuan, what are you holding?"

This silk handkerchief looks like a woman's personal belongings.

Lin Yitang has always been indifferent to the opposite sex.But that Li Caiwei who likes to wear bright yellow dresses is the younger sister of his good friend Jianhua.

Caiwei is a beautiful girl who can be seen at a glance in the crowd, with silky hair, bright and moving.

When seeing Li Jianhua's younger sister for the first time, Zhu Juanjuan felt inferior.At this time, this feeling became more and more intense, so strong that it made her uneasy.

Even when Qilan came in front of her, she was still immersed in an indescribable loss and didn't want to respond with a word.

But when she turned her head to meet his clear eyes, she came back to her senses and replied blankly:

"Looks like a piece of silk handkerchief?"

Qilan quickly reached out and moved Sipa away without authorization.

"I just have nothing to do, take it and wash it."

"Let me come, if it breaks, I can't explain it to others."

"Just soak in warm water for a while, it won't break."

"Xiaolan has always been safe. It's okay. Ms. Zhu can cook some porridge. The patient can eat it when he wakes up."

Zhang Wenxuan, who was rarely spoken, also spoke.At this time, the doctor's order became a cover for "driving people away".

Zhu Juanjuan immediately opened the door and went to the kitchen, and would not be able to return for a while.

Qilan soaked the silk handkerchief in the water basin, and gently smoothed the tiny folds.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly:

"Brother Wenxuan, lend me some iodine!"

A few drops of iodine dripped from the bottom of the bottle, like a flash in the pan, and six small characters appeared:
"Destroy the secret base."

Qilan wanted to take a closer look, but the words were suddenly blurred and became unrecognizable.

On the night of the wedding banquet, Yitang was waiting to pick up his aunt in the alley not far from the hotel.This silk handkerchief was probably brought out by Mrs. Lin quietly from the Hong residence, and given to her nephew after being surrounded.

The secret base where Shenlong sees its head but never ends is about to be leveled? !

It seems that General Hong and Shi'an's father have always been intrigues, wishing to destroy each other and strengthen themselves.

Qilan's intuition was that Li Yan's uncle would not easily let Lin Mi's mother steal such important information.

Thinking about it this way, if the news really came from him, how credible is it?
(End of this chapter)