Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt dizzy for a while.

Suo Li repeatedly reminded him not to be emotional, he didn't feel emotional, he really didn't feel emotional at all, excited your sister!

However, in the middle of the night, Chang Zhai was in chaos again.

Suoli walked in expressionlessly, looked at Chang Che who had passed out, rolled his eyelids, opened the medicine box and did a few checks on him, and then smiled coldly: "The stimulation caused confusion. "

He glanced lightly at Qiongying who seemed to be doing something wrong, his eyes were very strange.

"What's the name of this young lady? It's rare for Suoli to admire a few people. You must be one of them tonight."

Qiongying stood there against the wall with a tangled expression.

Like Chang Che, she didn't feel that she was irritating Chang Che, and she was already following him tonight.

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Qiongying sat by Chang Che's bed all night, and at the end she was so immune to the sarcastic remarks of that mean man in Suoli that she lost all feeling.

It was past five o'clock in the morning, and Suo Li still had an unsatisfactory expression on his face.

He also stayed up all night. He sat on a chair and elegantly held tea, pushed his glasses, stood up and checked Chang Che's injuries, and after confirming that he had stabilized, he stretched his muscles and bones comfortably, and waved his hands: " All right, you stay here and call me if there is a situation."

He yawned, going for his belated beauty sleep.

Lu Ting invited people out respectfully, and made everyone leave with a gesture. As a result, Suo Li, who had just walked out of the door, said in a ambiguous way:

"It's better to keep a few people here, lest some women don't know how to measure, and what will happen to that long-lived guy then."

Lu Ting turned to look at Qiongying, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Finally made a decision, everyone else retreated, and he curled up on the sofa in the bedroom, not daring to sleep too soundly.

The first ray of sunlight shone in in the morning, and Qiongying yawned. She lay on the bedside and touched Chang Che's forehead with her hand.

The persistent high fever has not shown any signs of fading.

Sori said it was a normal reaction to an inflammation of the wound, and it would be hell if she didn't have a fever, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

The room was very quiet. When he woke up, he found that one hand was pressed by something. He opened his eyes slightly and found a woman who was sleeping soundly, with saliva running down the back of his hand. No wonder he felt uncomfortable.

She...hasn't left yet?

Chang Che suddenly laughed silently. If he didn't leave, he meant to be his Chang Che's woman, right?

"Young master." Lu Ting stood up.

"Hush..." Chang Che gestured, Lu Ting nodded, and went out lightly.

He pursed his lips, and touched her head with the other hand, and he was in a good mood: "I knew you were as duplicity as I am, and you have learned a lot of bad things from me since you were a child, and you are too good to see you." Learned a few."

When Suo Li stepped in, he saw the sleepy man touching Qiongying's head affectionately.

He walked to the front, and Lu Ting followed behind with the medicine box for him.

"I thought Master Che liked Lin Daiyu. I just found out today that you love Xue Baichai. Let me extend my hand."

He held the syringe, pointed it at his arm, and gave him a direct injection. Chang Che glanced at him, and Suo Li restrained his smile in time. "I've never liked Yaya. This is my future wife, Fu Qiongying."