108. Getting along with the Lonely Man and the Widow 8
It was really unlucky to be hit by him, and there was no one else around to share the firepower.
Chu Xuan used a very short time to make the decision that was most beneficial to him. Anyway, he had enough fun. He had no loss by announcing the answer in advance. If he grasped it well, he might be able to change the angle and wait for the fun to come.
There is no need to fight for the length of time and drive Fengxing crazy.
He considers himself a smart man who can assess the situation.
So, the very shameless Zhu Tong got hold of Douzi and betrayed poor little Qian.
The two of them had agreed at the beginning that no matter what, they would keep the secret secret and not let Feng Xing know about it, so as not to 'increase' his psychological burden and affect his recovery.
As a result, Qian Xun kept the secret tightly and did not reveal the truth until the end; on the other hand, Dr. Chu Xuan, who seemed to be selfless and considerate of his patients, looked like an angel when he smiled, but when he was cold, he was clearly a devil.
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When Fengxing came back from the hospital, it was not yet seven o'clock in the morning.
Qianxun had taken a shower and was wearing a simple cotton skirt. Her wet long hair was still dripping with water. Because she didn't wear glasses, her vision was blurry. She barely avoided the furniture blocking her face, opened the door and faced the wind.
Come on.
"How is it? What did Chu Xuan say?"
She originally wanted to go to the hospital with Feng Xing, but he forced her to stay at home and rest and refused to take her there.
Qianxun considered that he was going to see a relatively private doctor and it would be inconvenient for her to be there, which would damage his already riddled male self-esteem, so he silently agreed.
After finally waiting for him to come back, she could no longer suppress her worries and ran out barefoot to pick him up without even wearing shoes.
The worry on her face couldn't be faked.
Feng Xing felt warm in his heart. He took her hand and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He then pulled her to sit down on the sofa and carefully wiped her long hair.
He wiped it very carefully and didn't miss every hair.
Qianxun squinted her eyes and enjoyed his service. After a while, she felt something was wrong again. Fengxing had never been so gentle to her before. It was common to be hot and cold, but that feeling was different from the cozy comfort at this moment.
Can be compared.
She straightened her body sensitively, not daring to approach him indulgently.
His big eyes were full of worry, and his two small hands gently grabbed his suit and blinked uneasily, "Young Master Feng, has Chu Xuan checked it carefully for you? What did he say? Is there anything else?
hope..."
"You care?" His big, slightly cold hands gently caressed her smooth cheeks. The moisture made her skin appear softer, which made people love her.
"Yeah." She lowered her head and played with his cufflinks absentmindedly.
Why doesn't she care? His injury is equivalent to her future. If he can't get better, she is really willing to take care of him for the rest of his life. But if he gets better by chance, she will also be very happy, because that also means that she doesn't have to violate it.
My true wish is to give up my feelings for my senior brother and cut off the lingering longing that has persisted for many years.