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Chapter 1886

Chapter 1886

Lan Xixi's ears turned red and her face became hot.

This sentence usually has no other meaning, but now that Bo Zhanye said it like this, it is so meaningful!

Some pictures even flashed through her mind, her breath tightened, and she quickly changed the topic:

"You are always so immodest."

"You still like it if it's not serious. If a couple is too serious, what's the point of love?"

He is always like this, he has reasons for everything he says, and he is serious.

Lan Xixi couldn't resist him: "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay, good night." Bo Zhanye had work to do, so he didn't say much.

After he hung up the phone, he continued working.

Judging from his spending in the past two days, if he doesn't make more money, he won't even be able to maintain his daily consumption.

When I finished my work, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

"Knock knock." An unexpected knock came on the door.

Is there anyone out there at this late hour?

Bo Zhanye got up and walked out.

"Brother Ninth!" As soon as the door opened, Feier Song, who was dressed in bright clothes, slid her wheelchair in with a smile on her face:

"Brother Ninth, I knew you were still awake, so I came here to see you."

"Nuo, I bought you a late-night snack. It's inconvenient to eat in such a remote place. Only I can deliver it to you personally~~"

"Also, here are thermal patches and hand warmers. You can wear them with you if you feel cold. They are very warm."

A bunch of various things were placed on the table. They were not the most expensive ones, but they all had practical uses.

Look at Song Feier again, wearing a lavender winter suit, with the skirt just passing her hips, sitting in a wheelchair, just exposing her beautiful long legs.

No doubt it was carefully groomed.

Bo Zhanye's eyes didn't change at all, and he looked away: "I'm not hungry, and I don't need these things. Take them back."

"Oh, Brother Ninth, do you want to refuse even if I give you something? I've given it to you before, and you've given it to me, so why are you so unfamiliar?" Feier Song complained with a pouted mouth.

Bo Zhanye explained: "It was different from now. Your care should be reserved for your future husband. I only need my wife's care."

"But I want you to be my husband. I don't want anyone but you."

Song Feier said, sliding the wheelchair in front of him, looking up at him with her beautiful eyes:

"We have had a good relationship with Brother Jiu since we were young, and we can chat well with you. I am also very sensible, and I am suitable to be your wife.

When I was young, everyone used to joke that Brother Jiu, you were suitable for raising a little wife like me."

Bo Zhanye's eyes narrowed slightly: "Marriage is not about whether you are suitable or not, but whether you like it or not. In addition, you also know that it was a joke when you were a child, so you don't need to take it seriously now."

"I don't care, I just like you and I want to take it seriously. Brother Jiu, you promised me that you would allow me to chase you, so you can't refuse." Song Feier said, opening the supper:

"Eat quickly. I'll give you the medicine after you finish. This is a favor you owe me."

Bo Zhanye paused slightly: "..."

He really couldn't refuse. If he refused everywhere, it would only appear perfunctory and keep dragging on the life-saving grace.

And Song Feier didn't make any excessive demands, which also made him feel good.

He sat down, picked up his chopsticks and ate one by one gracefully.

"Okay, you can go home and sleep now."

"Brother Ninth, why are you chasing me in such a hurry? Take your hand and I'll change the medicine for you. After changing the medicine, I'll leave." Song Feier took out the medical kit.

Seeing Bo Zhanye frowning and not moving, she said again:

"I'm a doctor. Your hand is seriously injured. It's inconvenient to change it by myself. Isn't it possible to just change your dressing?"

Bo Zhanye had no choice but to hand over his hand.

Song Feier cut his gauze with scissors, carefully and skillfully scrubbed him with medicinal alcohol, and then changed the dressing and bandage.


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