A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Not to mention her background, just the fact that she was imprisoned by terrorists for six days, and she still had the courage to survive their rescue, is enough to make people feel that it is not easy.

What's more, according to Qiao Shukuang, they were able to find her only because of her boldness and carefulness in leaving a clue.

Isn't this a piece of wisdom?

Thinking about it, Wang Tingwan's mind floated a sentence that her teacher once said - the human heart is the most complicated thing, and it can best hide the truth.Therefore, looking at people's hearts is the same as seeing a doctor, not just looking at the surface.Because what remains on the surface is often an illusion!

"Why do you leave such a false impression to the world? Well... I seem to be more and more interested in you!"

Whispering, a burning dark light flashed in Wang Tingwan's eyes.

But quickly disappeared.

Withdrawing her gaze, she looked up at the eye drip, stood up and adjusted the flow rate of the drip, reached out to help her comb her hair, and put an ice patch on her forehead.

Sitting on the chair bored for a while.

Her five viscera temple began to rebel, cooing.

But right now, the two of them were in the room, and Bao Jinghan was still asleep, so she wasn't too embarrassed, but she was a little flustered with hunger.

Uncomfortable!

uncomfortable...

Wang Tingwan sighed, stretched out his hand to press down on his stomach.

And at this time, someone knocked on the door suddenly.

Annoyance flashed across her eyes, and Wang Tingwan, who was so hungry that she didn't even bother to stand up, thought she was still at Lu Yan's house, so she had to get up to open the door.

But what came in was Qiao Shukuang's slightly haggard and weak handsome face.

"How is she?"

"The fever is gone, but I haven't woken up yet. But sleeping more is good for recuperation, and the overall situation is not bad!"

Pressing her belly, Wang Tingwan answered casually, and moved aside.

She thought he was going to come in, but he didn't, just stood where he was, without moving a bit.

"Well... that's good!"

After pondering for a while, Qiao Shukuang looked into the room with his head.

A faint smell of alcohol lingers on the nose.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled at Wang Ting, turned his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Thank you, come down and have something to eat! Yanzi will come up later, we won't be needed."

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Many people, when they have experienced things beyond their tolerance, will instinctively choose to withdraw themselves into the safe line of defense, avoiding the cruelty of reality with a posture of bystanders, neither sad nor happy.

Bo Jinghan may be one of the "many people".

The state of light coma is her instinct to escape from reality.

But she could clearly feel that throughout the night, the blood in her whole body seemed to be burning, burning all her strength, as if her breathing was terribly hot.

The smell of alcohol, the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a kind of coolness that belongs to a certain man.

In a daze, she even felt that there were two hands firmly holding her hand, accompanied by soft comfort, as if the medicine injected into the blood vessel, made her gradually calm and stable.

It seemed that with these hands and arms protecting her, the panic could be calmed down a bit.

But when she woke up suddenly, in the room where there was no one around, that kind of panic surged into her heart again like a tide, invading her chaotic thinking.

Bloody, brutal, full of the smell of killing!

The strong smell of blood that made her want to vomit seemed to linger around her nose again, making her want to vomit so disgusted!