Chapter 1152

Qi Zheng: no matter how bitter my heart is, I will keep smiling.

No, I can't keep it!

Whining

Xiao Zong, why did you spread such a terrible old Mount Tai? I really sympathize with you.

Just why I am the one suffering now!

*

At the moment, Qin Zong sat in front of the bed.

The man's eyes were deep, his eyes repressed deep emotion, and his hands gently rubbed the boy's cheeks.

The thin cool fingertip falls on the Yantao surface, and the temperature on the finger is slightly hot.

Qin Zong roughly checked the injury of the young man. There were basically no injuries. They were all internal injuries.

The clothes were intact, but most of them were wet by the rain.

Qin Zong slightly coagulated his eyes and planned to call a waiter by the landline. His eyes touched the handsome face of the young man and stopped again.

Wearing wet clothes for a long time, I'm afraid Yantao can't bear it.

He took a towel, helped Yantao sit up, leaned against his chest, and wiped the boy's wet hair with a towel.

Yan Tao frowned slightly and arched back unconsciously. His face pressed against Qin Zong's chest. After smelling the man's breath like a puppy, he put his hands around his waist and hummed twice.

Qin Zong saw Yan Tao move, immediately stopped and looked down at him.

But he saw the young man close his eyes and lean against him and fall asleep.

The drops of water from his shirt soaked him. Qin Zong grabbed Yantao's arm in his left hand and changed him into a more comfortable position. His right finger tried on his hair. After making sure that his hair was dry, he got up and went to get his pajamas.

The man has a pair of Phoenix eyes. He is carrying his pajamas in his left hand. His eyes are rare and show some helpless.

He can't send someone to change Yantao's clothes.

You can only do it yourself.

Qin Zong bowed down slightly, his slender fingers brushed Yantao's white jade skin, paused for a moment, and said in a dumb voice, "I'll close my eyes."

He first put his pajamas around the boy's neck and bent down to untie her shirt.

The buttons were untied one by one. The man looked sideways, took off his clothes neatly with his mobile phone, wiped it with a towel and dragged down his pajamas.

After the whole was tossed over by the boy, Qin Zongcai took her to the clean bed on the other side and covered her with a quilt.

After Qin Zong finished everything, he sat on the sofa alone, his eyes dark and silent, looking at the sleepy boy in the distance.

Not a word.

The air pressure is terrible.

He has been ill for a long time. He has seen doctors and taken medicine for many years. Many medical theories are better remembered than the new doctors.

Yantao is an internal injury.

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, it hurts the vitality.

Qin Zong's mind reflected qilinzi's murderous look at him.

He was quite sure that at that moment, qilinzi really wanted to kill him.

I wish I could kill him with one palm.

Just, why?

Unless Yantao becomes like this because of him.

*

The next day, early in the morning.

Cassandra called someone to invite the Chinese to breakfast.

Before long, the assistant sent out ran back with an ugly face.

Cassandra is sitting in front of the makeup mirror. She is wearing a Chinese cheongsam today.

The bright red color outlines the hot figure.

"What's the matter? Who can see a sad expression."

The assistant glanced at Cassandra.

"Say!"

"Boss, Mr. Qin said he was acclimatized and needed rest when he was ill."

"One is not acclimatized, can't all be acclimatized?"

Assistant: "Mr. Qin is acclimatized and has a bad clean stomach. Mr. Qi said he caught a cold last night and had to cultivate himself for some time."