Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

The sky was very dark, with scattered stars hanging in the sky, an unclear waning moon climbed up the treetops, and a few street lamps that were well spaced were casting soft light.

After staying away from the sight of Wen's family, Qin Jing became one foot deep and one foot shallow. Her fingernails sank into the flesh of her palm, and she forced herself to hold on.

Even if he was going to fall, he had to leave Wen's garden to fall.

It's only a few tens of meters, and it's only a few tens of meters away. Qin Jing, hold on, you must hold on! .

A car drove up ahead, and the strong light hit Qin Jing's dizzy head even more. She raised her sore arm to block the light of the car in front, and walked outside with a limp. [

The people in the car must have seen her too, when the sharp and piercing sound of the brakes sounded, Qin Jing's body shook slightly, unable to hold on any longer, he fell to the ground.

What greeted me was not a hard concrete floor, but a warm embrace.

This hug is very warm, very warm...

Qin Jing opened his tired eyes slightly, and the man's face that had been alienated for a long time finally cracked, with a worried look on his face, Qin Jing raised his hand slightly, but in the end, he didn't have enough strength, so he lowered it again.

look at that person hidden>

It hurts, my whole body hurts...

The man's face was obviously stunned. Her voice just now was weak and hoarse, but he heard it clearly.

She said, Wen Jili, so I was wrong, you are not my dragon slaying prince at all.

The person lying on the off-white bed opened his eyes slightly, and groaned softly >

After exploring it, the temperature finally dropped.

"Do you want to drink water?"

A familiar but unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears, and Qin Jing, who was still a little dizzy, wanted to pat his forehead with his head, but found that both hands were wrapped in bandages.

"Headache..." He groaned subconsciously, it must be very painful, his brows were furrowed into a knot.

There is still some tide on the face after a high fever>

The man sat down directly beside the hospital bed, pinched Qin Jing's forehead with both hands, pushed or rubbed skillfully, and occasionally brushed his forehead with his palms, which made people feel comfortable.

After pinching for a long time, the man's hands started to feel slightly hot, and the movement was still kneading>

Later, when Qin Jing's face was completely relaxed, beads of sweat were already dripping from the man's forehead.

When the man withdrew his hands, Qin Jing's head stopped hurting. She opened her eyes, blinked, looked sideways, and turned to the other side. There was someone.

With his head raised slightly, he was a handsome and handsome man with a very flat face, but his eyes were still deep and distant. [

"I……"

His voice was hoarse, because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his throat seemed to be closed. Qin Jing wanted to pinch his throat with his hands, but found it difficult to move.

The man spared Qin Jing's waist with one hand, and gently lifted her up, half lying on the headboard of the bed, turned around and picked up the thermos bottle on the bedside table, poured half a cup of hot water, and then mixed some cold water.

Take a sip, it should be hot, add some cold water, take another sip, it's still a little hot, add some cold water, sip, the temperature is right, and then put down the cold kettle.

"You've been sleeping for over a week. Come, drink some water and moisten your throat."

"..."

Qin Jing watched the glass of water in his hand from pouring out to testing the water temperature, and then serving it to her. He turned his head and refused to drink it!