Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Jiang Jingchen didn't turn on the light, and the room was dark. When he saw the girl with no exposed head on the bed, he frowned slightly.

He gently opened the quilt to leave a breathing passage for her. As soon as he opened it, the girl on the bed shrank and hugged herself a little tighter.

His little face was wrinkled, and the scarlet look on his arms stung Jiang Jingchen's eyes, and an unknown fire burned in his heart.

Did the Wen family just leave her alone in the hospital?

Jiang Jingchen held her in his arms and placed his big hand on her forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she didn't have a fever. He raised his hand to ring the bell, and his voice was cold and filled with unknown fire: "Tell Sheng Xun to come here."

Shen Que winced and opened his empty eyes, his voice soft and low: "Yes, brother?"

Jiang Jingchen lowered his head when he heard the sound, and brushed his fingers over her frown. His blue eyes were no longer cold, and they were extremely gentle at the moment, mixed with heartache.

The voice was gentle: "It's me."

After that, he went to turn on the light again.

Shen Que's small hand fell on his chest, holding onto his shirt tightly. The ends of his eyes were red, and crystal tears hung at the end of his eyes, trying not to fall off.

The scattered hair on his forehead stuck to his pale face, and his voice was crying: "Brother, I hurt."

Sheng Xun, who had just rushed over without even putting on his clothes, heard these words and almost wished them a good year.

He grabbed the door frame with his fingers and stood still. He stared at Shen Que in Jiang Jingchen's arms with confusion, and cursed in his heart: 'No, I remembered correctly. I gave you painkillers, right? It still hurts?

And when applying the medicine, you kept rubbing the disinfecting alcohol on it, and you didn’t even say a word. Now you’re complaining about pain?

If you want to attract Jiang Jingchen's attention, don't use such low-quality lies, okay? It’s not like he doesn’t know’

Before he finished his rant, he heard Jiang Jingchen coaxing Shen Que gently.

"Brother, let me blow it on you. I'll ask Sheng Xun to get you some painkillers later so it won't hurt.

It's my brother's fault. He shouldn't have gone so late. He should have gone with him. He was really good and didn't cry. "

‘No, Jiang Jingchen, you fool, can’t you see that she is just faking it? You will be given painkillers after taking the medicine. It’s not like you don’t know that. ’ Sheng Xun stood motionless at the door and kept complaining in his heart.

Jiang Jingchen's peripheral vision fell on the dumbfounded Sheng Xun at the door. He raised his eyes and glanced coldly: "Are you using the pestle as a stake at the door? Change the dressing!"

Sheng Xun felt aggrieved, took the plate from the nurse and walked in.

When he got closer, he saw that both of Shen Que's arms were stained red with blood. He twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but get angry: "Don't you call the nurse when your arms are like this?

What if I have a fever in the middle of the night? Whose death is it? "

"What are you yelling at?" Jiang Jingchen shouted sharply.

"I"

Shen Que huddled in Jiang Jingchen's arms and said weakly: "I can't see."

Sheng Xun: "." Forgot that she is blind.

Shen Que seemed to know what he was thinking, and added again: "I am immune to painkillers."

They have been trained by demons since they were young. In order to prevent them from crying out in pain, those people gave them painkillers.

Shen Que was selected by them and vowed to train him to become a top assassin. He took more medicine than ordinary ones. He took a lot of it every day and had long been resistant to it.

Meng Nanxi spent a lot of effort on this, but she still couldn't find a painkiller that was useful for Shen Zhen.

Occasionally one would work, but after taking it twice it would no longer work, not only the painkillers, but also the anesthetics.

Two words silenced Sheng Xunqian.

"Why didn't you tell me when you were changing the dressing?"

Shen Que: "You didn't ask."

Sheng Xun: "."

Jiang Jingchen knew that Shen Zhen couldn't see it, and the look in his eyes looked coldly on Sheng Xun, as if to say, 'Why don't you ask. ’

Sheng Xun was already sweating profusely. Who knew that a little girl like her would be immune to painkillers? She was not a clairvoyant, so how could she know without a checkup.

His probing eyes fell on her face, and her forehead was stained with a thin layer of sweat, which must be true.

Just now I was talking about other people's decorations, but now that I think about it, I feel so damned.

Seeing that he was dazed again, Jiang Jingchen raised his leg and kicked him in the calf.

Sheng Xun hissed and almost lost his grip on the plate. He looked up and saw Jiang Jingchen's cannibalistic eyes. He didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly changed her dressing. The gauze was stuck to the wound because of the blood, and Shen Que's face was distorted in pain.

Jiang Jingchen patted her back and buried her head in his arms. His voice was as gentle as water: "Be good, be patient, and you'll be fine soon."

Shen Zhe was silent. In the corner where he couldn't see, his face was expressionless. Only the beads of sweat soaked Jiang Jingchen's shirt.

She felt the moisture on her waist and abdomen, wishing that she was the one who got hurt. His big hand fell on her ear, and he raised his eyes and glanced at Sheng Xun: "Be gentle."

Sheng Xun really wanted to say: ‘If you have the ability, come. ’ But he didn’t dare because he was afraid of being kicked.

After silently changing the medicine, he was so tired that he broke into a sweat.

He stood up and glanced at Shen Que who was lying on the bed. He looked tired and reminded in a deep voice: "Don't put pressure on the wound at night."

Shen Que: "It's troublesome."

He wanted to say: 'You know trouble too. ’ But with Jiang Jingchen here, he didn’t dare. He smiled and waved his hand: “It’s okay.”

Jiang Jingchen: "You can leave."

Sheng Xun was used to him throwing things away after use. He picked up the things and left without saying anything, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

Jiang Jingchen turned around and went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and wipe Shen Que's face.

The face that was originally a little bloodshot became as white as paper after such a toss, with empty eyes, like a broken porcelain doll, which was heart-wrenching and painful.

After Jiang Jingchen finished everything, he took a chair and sat next to him, coaxing softly: "Go to sleep, I'll always be here."

Shen Que frowned: "Brother, come up."

"No, I'll overwhelm you." Jiang Jingchen refused for the first time when he saw him for the first time.

Shen Que: "No, sitting will be very tiring, brother."

When Jiang Jingchen's words of rejection came to his lips, Shen Que said softly, "Brother," and he swallowed them back.

"Okay." He said, taking off his coat and throwing it on the chair, lifting the quilt, carefully holding her in his arms, and lying next to her.

The bed was not big, so it was a bit crowded for the two of them to sleep in. Fortunately, Jiang Jingchen held Shen Que in his arms, so it was not so crowded.

Shen Que hugged him as he wished, raised the corner of his mouth, put a hand on his abdomen, felt the strong abdominal muscles, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Qian Rui and Wen Qing came to the hospital. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Jiang Jingchen sitting on a chair and watching Shen Que eat.

The key point was that Jiang Jingchen's eyes felt like he was looking at his own treasure, which almost scared Qian Rui and the two to death.

Wen Qing blurted out directly: "Why are you here?"

The last trace of tenderness in Jiang Jingchen's eyes disappeared and he glanced at him.

Shen Que swallowed the rice in his mouth and explained softly: "Fourth Master came to see me last night and found that my wound was torn. He was afraid that I had a fever, so he took care of me all night."

If this didn't explain it, they could still guess. Now that it was explained, Qian Rui almost had a heart attack, and Jiang Jingchen took care of Shen Que all night? ! ! !

Let’s not talk about whether he, a strange man, can take care of a woman overnight. Considering his status alone, does Jiang Jingchen have the patience to take care of someone?

Jiang Jingchen nodded, his tone full of dissatisfaction: "Well, I didn't expect that the Wen family didn't even have a person to take care of her, leaving the eldest lady alone in the hospital.

It’s so late in the morning. "

These were discussed between the two in the morning.

Qian Rui and the two looked ashamed when they heard this. They wanted to stay Wenqing yesterday, but after Shen Que said no, their manager called and said there was an emergency.

He really left. Before leaving, he checked Shen Que's situation again and again to make sure he was fine before leaving.

Unexpectedly, something happened, and Jiang Jingchen was given the opportunity to take care of him all night.