Xia Qianchen took a deep breath: "You may have made a mistake. What I said at the time was that he is the type I like."

“What type?”

"I mean the appearance."

“…”

Nangong Shaodi seemed to endure something and wanted to have an attack, and finally said dejectedly: "Where am I not as good as him?"

This problem is really stumping.

Just talking about appearance, two men are not the same style, but they are male animals that can absolutely kill women in seconds.

Leng Tianchen is unruly, and Nangong Shao Emperor is noble.

Generally women will choose the former, after all, they do not have that much lethality.

"Maybe...he is not as fierce as you."

Nangong Shaodi glared with fierce eyes: "Where am I very fierce?"

"Does sir never look in the mirror?"

“…”

Xia Qianchen held his wrist and changed the subject: "Tell me about your hand? What's going on with the wound? When did it get hurt?"

Her care was like a thorn, piercing into Nangong Shaodi's heart.

His green eyes crunched and asked, "Don't you know what's going on?"

"Do I know?" Xia Qianchen raised his head innocently.

Nangong Shaodi burst his lips and smiled.

He smashed his hand in front of her, but she didn't know where his wound came from...

"It seems that you have not treated it, and the wound is a little inflamed," Xia Qianchen looked carefully, and there were some wood chips on it, "Why don't you do it?"

"Because," his firm lips pursed, "I'm waiting for you to find out."

"Well?"

"Forget it." He lowered his eyes and was about to snatch his hand.

She would never find out unless he showed her his wound himself, and she would not be heartbroken.

"I'll deal with it for you? Apply some medicine and it will be cured soon." Xia Qianchen insisted on grabbing his wrist with a slight smile.

Nangong Shaodi's eyes flashed, and Xia Qianchen opened the terrace door and led him inside.

When several people in the living room saw this scene, they were all stunned, especially Leng Anqi, whose eyes were shining with a cold light.

Xia Qianchen led Nangong Shaodi straight upstairs, and the two of them seemed to be unable to see other people's existence.

Lying on the beige carpet, Xia Qianchen's face was soft and quiet, and he carefully cleaned all the fragments in Nangong Shaodi's wounds with tweezers...

The wound has healed, and when it is pulled out, it is implicated with blood.

Xia Qianchen asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

"How much pain, so what if it doesn't hurt?"

"..." She just asked casually.

Nangong Shaodi lifted her up and placed her on his legs, and ordered strongly and coldly: "Kiss me."

"I'm cleaning your wounds."

"It won't hurt if I kiss."

...It's simply unreasonable.

Sexy lips ushered, Nangong Shaodi pinched her chin—

Xia Qianchen wanted to avoid it, but thought of something, and met him and kissed him eagerly.

After the long kiss, Xia Qianchen discovered that her lung capacity had improved after kissing him for a long time.

"How is it, is it still painful?"

Nangong Shaodi didn't say anything, slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes were dense, as if he was savoring the kiss just now.

Xia Qianchen continued to deal with his hands, cleaned it with disinfectant, applied medicine, and wrapped it in a circle with a yarn belt.

"What's the value I have this time?"

He closed his eyes and asked abruptly.

Xia Qianchen's hand paused and tied the knot: "It's already done!"

“…”

"Then I'll go down to prepare the hot pot dishes first. It will take about half an hour. You can get off after a rest."

Emperor Nangong lay on his back, listening to the sound of the door gently closing, and opened his eyes to look at the bandaged hand.

How glad he was at this moment, he was still of value to her.

Cold hands kissed on gauze...

However, his heart thrust without stopping for a moment, as if it had broken countless mouths and kept bleeding.

Xia Qianchen walked to the kitchen downstairs to prepare the hot pot ingredients.

Xia Qianzai stood up from the sofa and said, "She might be too busy alone, can I go and help?"

Leng Anqi smiled faintly: "Okay, you all know the food my brother likes and hates the most, right?"

Xia Qianzao nodded and said, "Of course, I know."

Leng Tianchen twisted a Rubik's Cube in his hand.

So long has passed, and even such a simple intellectual thing can't be done well.

Bang, he broke the Rubik's Cube hard.

Leng Anqi leaned over and said, "You seem to be in a bad mood? Didn't you insist on knowing the memory you lost? Now that you have found the vague impression in your mind, why are you happy?"

Leng Tianchen's fingers tightened and threw the Rubik's Cube aside in dismay.

"I said that the person could not be Xia Qianchen. It seems that you are disappointed when you come to verify?"

“I’ll go to the terrace for breathability.”

Xia Qianzao entered the kitchen and made an excuse to send the servant away and locked the kitchen door.

“How are you prepared?”

Xia Qianchen was cutting tomatoes: "What are you preparing?"

"Leng Tianchen's preference."

"Do you have paper and pen? I said you can write it."

"Where is paper and pen here?!" Xia Qianzao's shrew's true form was revealed, "What's more, why should I write? Isn't it more convenient for you to write while thinking?"

"Miss, I'm preparing the food, or you'll prepare it?"

Xia Qianzao avoided her body - she dressed so beautifully today that she didn't want her beautiful skirt to get greasy.

"I don't care what you use, give me the things quickly!"

"No matter how beautiful you dress, you are not a real lady."

Xia Qianchen looked at her sarcastically: "Do you have a cell phone? Turn on the recording function, I'll say you remember."

Xia Qianzao seemed to remember: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?"

Damn, she hated Xia Qianchen for so much cleverness. She always reacts so quickly every time, which won the love of her father.

Xia Qianchen cut the vegetables and began to talk about Leng Tianchen's various preferences, habits, hobbies, etc.:

"He is very tangled, afraid of loneliness, and likes lively places..."

"He can drink any wine, but he will get drunk quickly once he is touched by beer. Maybe it has something to do with his physique?"

"He is very naive, savage, and self-righteous. Never reason with him. He will argue with reason. Of course, it is all wrong."

"He is actually very kind and likes small animals. He has raised a Tibetan mastiff, named Xiaoye."

"He doesn't like drinking pure water, he likes milk tea, coffee, green tea..."
Chapter completed!