The darling of troubled times: Zhu Yan plays the world

Chapter 517 You give me poison and I will drink it
Yin Lan was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up to see Feng Qiyang's smiling face, she couldn't help but blush, she didn't think much about it at all, it turned out he did it on purpose!
"You wash it yourself." After finishing speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but was held back by him.

"Lan'er, I'm just joking, don't be angry." Feng Qiyang smiled while holding her wrist.

"Feng Qiyang, are you not injured at all? You deliberately pretended to show me?" Yin Lan couldn't help but said, there was no trace on his body, and there was no sign of injury on his appearance.

"Lan'er, you saw it with your own eyes, how can you say that? I will never lie to you." Feng Qiyang said innocently.

"Who said you never lied to me? Didn't you just lied to me before, am I your wife?" Yin Lan said displeased.

Although Feng Qiyang already knew that she had recovered her memory, he never asked her, nor did she reveal it.

"It's really wronged. I just advanced what will happen in the future."

"What do you mean?" She looked at him puzzled.

"I mean, you're going to be my wife sooner or later," he said with a smile.

By the time she realized it, she had already been wrapped in his arms, and she pushed hard, only to hear his gasp.

"Are you okay?" Yin Lan looked at him nervously.

"Lan'er, I really didn't lie to you, I suffered internal injuries, which cannot be seen on the outside." Feng Qiyang said.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" Yin Lan asked with a frown.

"It's okay, you go out first, I can wash it myself." Feng Qiyang smiled.

Yin Lan nodded and left the room.

After a while, it was delivered in the evening, Feng Qiyang had finished washing, changed into policeman's clothes and came out.

"Can we eat?" Feng Qiyang asked.

"Well, come and eat."

Feng Qiyang sat down and started to eat with vegetables, and when he was almost finished, Yin Lan served him a bowl of soup.

It was the first time for Feng Qiyang to be served by Yin Lan attentively. He was thinking of needing more, and Yuan Tianlin gave him a slap while drinking the soup.

Putting the soup in his mouth, a strong smell of medicine stimulated him, he frowned, and looked up at Yin Lan.

"Lan'er, what did you give me to drink?"

"Poison, do you want to drink it?" Yin Lan said jokingly.

(End of this chapter)