I heard that Lu Zhifen loved me for many years

Chapter 722 Why Do You Get Dust (89)
The two walked several hundred meters towards the shore.

Chen Ziran finally saw a faint light not far away.

"Feng Yiheng, there seems to be someone there." Chen Ziran pointed to the light and said.

"That's our house."

Chen Ziran looked at his back, really want to live here?
It wasn't until the distance got closer that Chen Ziran could see clearly that the light was coming from the house.

This is a villa located on an island.

Feng Yiheng dragged Chen Ziran to the door of the villa, and entered the password.

The two entered the villa.

Chen Ziran looked around, the villa has a two-story design, the living room faces the direction of the sea, and there is a whole side of transparent glass, so the light in the villa can easily shine through.

"Here, just the two of us? Is there anyone else?" Chen Ziran opened his mouth and asked.

In such a big house, there is always a personal servant butler or something.

"No."

"..."

"What shall we eat after that?"

She can't cook at all.

"I'll talk about this later, it's too late now, let's rest first."

Chen Ziran looked at the wet clothes on his body, and then at Feng Yiheng's. His top was already completely wet, and there was nothing better.

Feng Yiheng took Chen Ziran up the stairs, the bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

"Is there a change of clothes here?"

"Yes, it's in the closet." Feng Yiheng said, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the sofa beside him.

Chen Ziran obeyed, went to the closet and pulled it open. There were already neatly placed clothes inside, both men's and women's.

Chen Ziran looked at it for a while before reaching out to take two pieces.

She took the clean clothes, turned and walked back.

Feng Yiheng was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed. He had already taken off his coat. At this time, there was only a thin shirt left on his body. In addition, it was wet by the sea water, and the material was directly attached to his chest.

The shirt is white, and any color is particularly eye-catching.

Chen Ziran looked at the bright red patch on his chest, which was obviously stained with blood, she was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out.

She walked quickly to Feng Yiheng, threw away the clothes in her hands and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Feng Yiheng was already extremely exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as he sat on the sofa.

At this moment, I felt a bit itchy on my neck, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a woman close at hand.

He raised his hand involuntarily, wanting to caress her slender waist.

"what--!"

Chen Ziran suddenly screamed.

Feng Yiheng froze in fright.

Chen Ziran pointed at his chest, blood was oozing from the sutures of the wound, and it was obviously split open again.

Chen Ziran completely panicked, she immediately turned around and pulled a tissue in a panic and stuffed it on his chest.

"Feng Yiheng, your wound is open, no, let's hurry, hurry back first!"

As she spoke, she picked up the clean clothes she had just taken out of the closet and put them on him, pulling his arm to try to stand him up.

Feng Yiheng stretched out his hand to hold her back: "I'm fine, I don't need to go back."

Chen Ziran stared at him: "You are fine, your wound is fine!"

There are injuries on the body, but it's a shame to run!

Chen Ziran felt that she was possessed by a degenerate spirit!

"There should be a medicine box here, you can go find it, stop the bleeding first and then disinfect it."

"No, this must be handled by a professional doctor!"

Feng Yiheng grabbed her hand: "I am a professional doctor."

Chen Ziran spat: "Professional your sister!"

"..."

"Anyway, I'm not going anywhere except here today!" Feng Yiheng said through gritted teeth.

Chen Ziran looked at him, furious: "Feng Yiheng, are you going crazy again? Do you want to vomit blood like you did in the hospital that day so I can see that you are satisfied?"

Feng Yiheng let go of her hand, lay on the sofa with a stiff body, closed his eyes and folded his arms and pretended to be asleep.

Seeing him like this, Chen Ziran reached out to move him with brute force.

In the end, not only did he not move, the wound on Feng Yiheng's chest also leaked more blood because of her pulling.

Chen Ziran finally gave up.

She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Where's the medicine box?!"

Feng Yiheng closed his eyes and pointed to a closet against the wall.

Chen Ziran took a deep breath and turned to look for the medicine box.

When Chen Ziran found the medicine box and came back, Feng Yiheng had already opened his eyes.

Looking at her gloomy face, Feng Yiheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a cunning flash in his eyes.

Chen Ziran opened the medicine box: "How do I get it?"

"Sterilize with hydrogen peroxide first, then use anti-inflammatory drugs, and finally stick new gauze."

Chen Ziran treated his wound carefully according to his words, and she was relieved until no fresh blood leaked out.

Chen Ziran put away the medicine box.

"You put on clean clothes and lie down first, don't take a bath tonight."

"Ah."

In fact, it can be washed, as long as you avoid the wound carefully, but Chen Ziran's face is really ugly, Feng Yiheng doesn't intend to mess with her again.

Seeing that he agreed, Chen Ziran took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

On the sink in the bathroom, there were neatly arranged toiletries, all of which were brand new, but the brand was the same as the one she used in the Governor's Mansion.

Chen Ziran looked at the toiletries, and the anger that had accumulated in her heart just now dissipated a lot.

Madeleine, what a loser!

Chen Ziran scolded herself inwardly.

Get out of the shower.

Feng Yiheng had changed his clothes and lay obediently on the bed according to Chen Ziran's request.

Chen Ziran walked over and lifted the quilt and lay down.

after awhile.

"Chen Ziran."

"what?"

"fine."

Something is wrong!
Chen Ziran was thinking in his heart.

"Little dye."

"What again?"

"The quilt is too thin, I feel a little cold."

Chen Ziran moved over impatiently, and then passed the heat on her body a little: "Is it all right?"

"It's still a bit cold." Feng Yiheng whispered.

Chen Ziran moved over again, completely touching one of his arms.

"That's all right!"

Feng Yiheng swallowed a bit: "The other hand is also cold."

Chen Ziran simply turned over, carefully avoiding the wound on his chest, and hugged him like an octopus.

"If you say it's cold again, I'll kick you down!"

Feng Yiheng's mouth twitched into a smile: "Well, it's fine."

"Then go to bed quickly!" Chen Ziran ordered, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously.

Feng Yiheng opened his mouth, and wanted to call her again, but the words fell out of his mouth, and stopped again.

Feng Yiheng suddenly regretted that he told her that he was cold just now.

In fact, he was not cold just now, but now he is so hot that he is sweating.

He looked down at the wound on his chest and sighed deeply.

After a long time, Chen Ziran's breathing became even and shallow, and Feng Yiheng gently reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

The room was completely dark.

He knew that she would have a good dream.

And he is destined to suffer from insomnia.

　Emmm I don't know. . .I do not know anything. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)