Double-faced Shaodong: Doting Mango's Fiancée

It took her a long time to catch her breath, and she rushed over, grabbed a towel and tightly strangled the wound on his arm, and dragged him out of the bathtub.

"Jiang Liuyun! Jiang Liuyun!" She patted his face hard a few times, her heart in a mess.

He... he won't die, will he?

She was trembling all over, and her heart was convulsing violently. She, who was always calm and self-controlled, was flustered like never before.

He can't have something else!

Absolutely nothing will happen!

"Master!" Following the sound of chaotic footsteps, Zhuifeng and Zhuiyue rushed in.

This night, they were no better than Su Mang.

Su Mang stood guard outside the bathroom door, while they stayed outside the bedroom door all night.

They saw that something was wrong with Jiang Liuyun, but because Su Mang was in the room, they were afraid that if Ying broke into the bedroom, they would see something they shouldn't see, but they were worried about leaving, so they stayed outside all night, anxious and anxious all night They couldn't wait to rush in until they heard Su Mang calling Jiang Liuyun's name in a panic.

Zhuifeng sniffed Jiang Liuyun's breath, "Young madam, the young master just fainted, nothing serious, you go out first, we will give him medicine and change his clothes."

Su Mang was at a loss, turned around and went out numbly.

She didn't understand, why did things turn out like this?

Is she wrong?

What did she do wrong?

Walking out of Jiang Liuyun's bedroom, Su Mang slumped against the wall and fell to the ground, her heart was twisted into a ball, her headache seemed to explode, the time was not long, she pushed the door out every month, helped her up from the ground, and said softly: "The young master has woken up. He's just too tired, he'll just sleep, and you've been tired all night too, I'll take you back to your room and go to sleep for a while, okay?"

Su Mang glanced at Zhuyue blankly, and Zhuyue's heart suddenly ached with that gloomy look. He took her into his arms and patted her on the back lightly, "Okay, okay, it's over, don't be afraid ...Everything is over, after you wake up from sleep, the young master will be alive and well again."

Su Mang looked down at herself, her body was dirty and wet, and was stained with a lot of blood from Jiang Liuyun's body, she nodded silently, and sent her back to the room by Zhuyue.

After washing and changing her pajamas, she stared blankly at the glaring white roof for a while, not knowing when she fell asleep.

After waking up in a daze the next day, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Jiang Liuyun's magnified face. His face was extremely pale, but his sleeping face was pure and quiet like a baby's. People are pitiful.

Su Mang looked at him for a while, then closed her eyes again—this must be a hallucination, right?He was hurt so badly last night, how could he sleep here today, maybe he will disappear when she opens her eyes.

Before she opened her eyes, a cool finger had already touched her cheek, slowly walking along the delicate contours of her cheek with infinite love and affection.

She slowly opened her eyes, Jiang Liuyun raised her lips and smiled, and pecked lightly between her brows, "Good morning, wife."

Wife?

Su Mang blinked.

It's been a long time since I heard him call himself that.

The smile on the corners of his lips was ruffian, indescribably lazy and unscrupulous, but also charming, as if being bewitched, her fingers touched the corners of his lips that were evilly hooked.

Jiang Liuyun like this confuses her again.

Is he really the ignorant, flirtatious playboy in the rumors?

May I ask how many people can survive the pain and suffering like last night?