Fengjiang suffered a lot of injuries, big and small, and Feng Jiuer spent a lot of time treating him.
When Qiao Mu came out from behind the screen, she changed her clothes.
The clothes she grabbed casually were a bit too big, but after tying them left and right, there was nothing wrong with them.
"Sorry! I just fell asleep in there."
She was not sleeping, she was just eavesdropping on the conversation outside. Qiao Mu knew it, and Feng Jiuer also knew it.
"It's okay. Find some clothes for him to wipe himself with."
Feng Jiuer didn't look back and was still doing massage in Fengjiang.
"After treatment today, he can't take a bath, just rub him."
Fengjiang enjoyed Feng Jiuer's treatment, but at the same time, he had to endure it.
This made his temples, neck, even face and chest covered with a layer of sweat.
"That's no problem, but the water is cold."
While Qiao Mu was talking, someone had already arrived on the bed.
"It doesn't matter."
Feng Jiang looked at Qiao Mu and said softly.
Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows, put the handkerchief into the basin, washed it, and wring it dry.
She raised her eyes to meet his, coughed slightly, looked away, and then sat down next to him.
Qiao Mu felt very hot, this time it was really hot, inexplicably hot.
When has she taken care of a man?
Besides her father, he is the first one.
Qiao Mu raised his hand, wiped his neck with his sleeve, mustered up his courage, and stretched out his hand.
"Still hot?"
Feng Jiu'er, who was sitting opposite her, raised her eyes and asked.
"Um."
Qiao Mu finally squeezed out a word from his mouth.
"I feel a little unwell and my mouth is dry. Please go back and give me two patches of medicine."
"What's the problem?"
Feng Jiuer lowered his head and continued to massage Feng Jiang.
"I have plenty of good medicines, but if it's a heart disease, I don't know how to cure it."
Qiao Mu just wiped the sweat from Fengjiang's forehead and raised his head.
"What's wrong with you?
Jiu'er, what are you talking about?
I haven't been able to sleep for the past two days and I'm getting angry. If you don't want to help me, I'll go back and drink some chrysanthemum tea by myself."
Qiao Mu looked away and rolled his eyes at Feng Jiang.
"Don't you have several wives?
If you find it inconvenient, I will ask them to come in and serve you."
Fengjiang didn't speak, so he probably didn't know what he could say.
Qiao Mu is taking care of a man for the first time except her father. Is it not the first time Fengjiang is taking care of a woman besides Jiuer?
Feng Jiuer glanced at a good guy who was talking duplicity and shook his head.
Knowing that he has a wife, or three wives, and that he is about to become a father, Miss Qiao may even have a death wish, right?
Fortunately, Brother Sanhuang didn't betray himself to that extent.
"Turn your head!"
Qiao Mu pushed Feng Jiang's head.
Although her tone was unfriendly, her actions were so gentle that it was hard to believe.
"If they don't obey you, I'll ask them to come in and serve you. I don't have this time."
Miss Qiao seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions and became increasingly rude.
Fengjiang cooperated obediently and couldn't even hum.
Feng Jiuer finally felt better looking at the happy enemies.
"By the way, why did you hide it from Lei Shenbao, even those beautiful ladies?"
"They are not my wives."
Fengjiang looked sideways at her and shook his head.
As if he was afraid, he denied that if he were slower, something bad would happen.
Qiao Mu stood up, glared at him, turned around and threw the handkerchief into the basin with a loud "pop" sound.
"They all look so good-looking, and I haven't touched them before. Who are you kidding?
Baby, we’re all here!”
Qiao Mu was really angry, but she still picked up the handkerchief.
"I really don't."
Feng Jiang looked at Qiao Mu who turned around, blinked and shook his head.
"It was a kind of medicinal powder I found, and when I ignited it, they thought something like that... happened."
"As for why one of them got pregnant, I don't understand. Anyway, I have never slept with them."
Fengjiang kept looking at Qiao Mu, like a young husband explaining to his wife that he had not cheated on her.
Feng Jiu'er felt that if she hadn't allowed Feng Jiang to move his arms at will, he would have stretched out his hands and grabbed her ears.
Qiao Mu glanced at the man and gently held his wrist. The hand holding the handkerchief was still on his strong arm.
"Jiu'er, can you wipe this place?"
"Anything is fine, as long as you don't take a bath."
Feng Jiuer responded softly.
She massaged Fengjiang a few more times and pulled out the silver needle.
"You stay here and let him change some clothes. I'll go find Xiaoying. There's not enough medicine."
After saying a few words, Feng Jiuer turned and left.
When closing the door, she didn't forget to look back.
No matter what, it's good that the person is still here, and it also ends someone's pain of lovesickness.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was closed.
Qiao Mu put down his raised arm, washed another handkerchief, and walked around to the other side of the bed.
Fengjiang looked away from the closed door, his eyes came to Qiao Mu, and he wanted to sit up.
"do what?"
Qiao Mu stared at him with no good expression.
"I..." Fengjiang blinked and lay down obediently.
"Just lie down! Can't I even handle changing clothes?"
Qiao Mu leaned over and picked up his other arm.
She looked very fierce, but her movements were very gentle, one after another, without daring to use force at all.
Feng Jiang looked at Qiao Mu for a moment and did not move again, looking a bit petrified.
Qiao Mu wiped Fengjiang's arms, went over to wash the handkerchief, asked him to turn his body sideways, and wiped his back.
The upper garment was easily put on, and Qiao Mu pulled the quilt over the man to cover him.
She washed the handkerchief again, came to his legs, took a look, and swallowed.
"This is not necessary."
Fengjiang sat up suddenly and pulled the quilt down.
"Lie down!"
Qiao Mu stared at his face and ordered.
Fengjiang pursed his lips, let go of the quilt, and lay down.
Qiao Mu turned around, went over and brought him a pair of trousers.
"Qiao, Qiaomu."
Fengjiang looked at the person standing next to him, breathing heavily.
"I... can do it myself, why don't you go out first?
I..." Before Feng Jiang could finish his words, Qiao Mu frowned, quickly went over and pulled down his pants.
At the same time, she pulled down the quilt with her other hand.
His legs felt a little cold, and it was too late for Fengjiang to stop him.
He gripped the corners of the quilt tightly, and another layer of sweat broke out on his temples that he had just wiped.
The wet towel came to his feet, Fengjiang bit his lip and shrank his legs.
He looked like a bullied young husband. If Feng Jiuer saw it, she would definitely laugh wildly.
Even if Feng Jiuer couldn't see her, she couldn't stop the smile on her face while sitting outside.
"Jiu'er, what's going on inside?"
Little Cherry was so anxious that she wanted to push the door open.
Feng Jiuer pulled her and asked, "When will the housekeeper wake up?"
"At least there's still an hour left."
Little Cherry withdrew her gaze from the door and looked at her, "What's going on?"
"Tell me quickly, do you want to kill me in a hurry?"
"Should..." Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows mysteriously, "Here we go, let's change our pants."
