Chapter 231
Zhan Jincheng was lying on the bed, and started to have nightmares as soon as he fell asleep. He held Song Zhaoyu's hand tightly with one hand, and kept calling Song Zhaoyu's name.

Song Zhaoyu was still asleep, and when she heard her name being called repeatedly, she woke up from the dream, opened her eyes slightly, and saw that Zhan Jincheng was holding her hand vigorously, Song Zhaoyu stood up and observed Zhan Jin Cheng's situation, and found that there was cold sweat on Zhan Jincheng's forehead, Song Chaoyu had no choice but to pick up a towel and wipe Zhan Jincheng's forehead.

I don't know what kind of dream Zhan Jincheng was having, he kept muttering: "Zhaoyu, Zhaoyu." His voice changed from gentle to eager, Song Chaoyu frowned slightly, curious about Zhan Jincheng's dream Seeing something, he grabbed his hand and responded, "I'm here."

Maybe because he heard Song Chaoyu's voice, Zhan Jincheng woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at Song Chaoyu who was still in front of him. Only then did he realize that everything was a dream. Going away by yourself, there is no way to touch it again.

Zhan Jincheng's pupils widened, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Great, you're still here." He felt much relieved when he saw the person in front of him.

"I've been here all the time." Song Chaoyu said firmly, staring into Zhan Jincheng's eyes, noticing that his expression was not quite right, he continued to ask, "Did your wound hurt again?"

Zhan Jincheng shook his head, as if he was going to stand up from the hospital bed, Song Chaoyu hurriedly held him down, and said in a serious tone: "Why are you moving around casually, if you move like this, the wound will tear, honestly, stay on the hospital bed Stay up."

"I..." Zhan Jincheng was about to say something, but Song Chaoyu stopped him: "You should listen to the doctor."

Zhan Jincheng lay down helplessly, pointed to the direction of the bathroom with his finger, and sighed softly: "No, Zhao Yu, I have a very urgent situation to be resolved." He showed a painful expression.

Only then did Song Zhaoyu realize the urgent matter Zhan Jincheng said, her cheeks became hot instantly, she covered her face and turned away.After gathering his composure, he walked slowly to Zhan Jincheng's side. Really, it was obvious that he himself didn't make it clear earlier.

Zhan Jincheng who was lying on the bed secretly smiled when he saw Song Chaoyu's appearance.

"I'll help you." Song Chaoyu leaned over to Zhan Jincheng and passed his shoulder. Zhan Jincheng smiled, put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly stood up from the hospital bed.

After finally standing up from the hospital bed, Zhan Jincheng only felt numbness in his left leg. He suddenly felt that there was no strength in his leg, and he couldn't stand still. Both arms wrapped around Song Chaoyu's neck. Song Chaoyu had no choice but to hold on tight. Hugged him tightly, for fear that Zhan Jincheng would fall.

"Are you okay?" After hugging Zhan Jincheng, Song Chaoyu felt half of Zhan Jincheng's body pressed against her body, his head fell on her shoulder, and when he turned his head slightly, his lips touched hers neck.

Song Chaoyu stood stiffly in place, unable to move, scratched his head in embarrassment, and pushed Zhan Jincheng away.Zhan Jincheng staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately there was a wall behind him and Zhan Jincheng leaned against him.

Song Zhaoyu didn't look into his eyes, but kept looking elsewhere unnaturally. Seeing Zhan Jincheng standing steadily, she said seriously, "Wait for me, I'll find a male nurse to help you." After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Zhan Jincheng grabbed her arm anxiously, he shook his head: "No, Zhao Yu, you stay here with me."

Song Zhaoyu was very helpless and could only return to Zhan Jincheng. Zhan Jincheng put his arm on Song Zhaoyu's shoulders. The two of them walked into the bathroom with difficulty. Song Zhaoyu felt awkward. Zhan Jincheng saw The way she looked, a smirk curled up on the corner of her mouth.

He stretched out his hand to take off his pants, Song Chaoyu hurriedly covered his eyes, and said in a panic, "You... what are you doing!"

Zhan Jincheng was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely wronged: "How can I solve it if I don't take off my pants?"

Song Chaoyu waved his hand and let him go, she turned around and went to Zhan Jincheng to support her hand suddenly lost its support point, he wobbled and almost fell, Song Zhaoyu had no choice but to support him again.

But turning around again, Song Chaoyu accidentally caught a glimpse of the trousers he had taken off, quickly closed his eyes and urged, "Zhan Jincheng, hurry up and deal with it." Jin Cheng grumbled in the toilet.

Zhan Jincheng is of course helpless, and now he is not like a normal person, the wound becomes very painful when he moves a little, so he can only take it slow.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before, so you don't need to close your eyes deliberately." Zhan Jincheng raised his eyebrows, secretly looking at Song Chaoyu's expression.

"You!" Song Zhaoyu was speechless for a while, and could only silently wait for Zhan Jincheng to finish.

After finally walking out of the bathroom, Zhan Jincheng looked weak, and put his whole body on Song Chaoyu's body.

Song Chaoyu was almost crushed by the sudden weight, gritted his teeth and walked towards the hospital bed.

The more Zhan Jincheng saw Song Chaoyu's hard-working appearance, the more he wanted to tease her. After walking two steps, Zhan Jincheng began to shout: "It hurts."

He made a hiss on purpose, and Song Chaoyu hurriedly stopped his movements nervously, looking at Zhan Jincheng's situation.

"Where does it hurt? Where?" Turning around, Song Chaoyu slipped into Zhan Jincheng's arms, and Zhan Jincheng hugged her tightly.

Song Zhaoyu still wanted to break free, but Zhan Jincheng closed his eyes and hugged her waist greedily.

"Don't move, I'll be fine in a while."

Song Chaoyu was obedient and remained motionless, clenched her fists tightly. Now that Zhan Jincheng's wound has not healed, she will endure it for a while.

The sick Zhan Jincheng was like a child, clinging to Song Chaoyu for fear that Song Chaoyu would leave him.

Walking to the window, Zhan Jincheng supported the window sill, and frowned slightly, as if he had something to say.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Song Zhaoyu and said, "Zhaoyu, my pants don't seem to be fastened, can you help me?"

Song Zhaoyu didn't intend to go forward at first, so he stood still and supported his forehead, his cheeks flushed again.

Zhan Jincheng could only lower his head, and lifted his clothes to reveal the glaring wound.

He leaned over and tied the lace exaggeratedly, and pulled the wound as soon as he leaned over, Zhan Jincheng pretended to be in pain and continued to shout: "Ah!"

Song Chaoyu just stepped forward, but the movements of his hands were hesitant.

"Hey, my wound hurts so much now. If I didn't get hurt, I can work in the company and go to many places at this time, but I can't do anything now." He curled his lips and turned his eyes to the window. The more aggrieved the voice is.

Only then did Song Zhaoyu grit his teeth, and hurriedly fastened Zhan Jincheng, his face was already blushing.

(End of this chapter)

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