Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 508 You won't be able to stand up in the future, right? ③
Seeing his expression, Shu Nianchen clasped his hands together and begged him not to be angry.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Xiaoran pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as Yun Xiaoran raised her head, she saw the husband and wife sitting on the bed together, covered by the quilt, the picture... ahem.

At Yun Xiaoran's age, he still couldn't help but feel dry.

"I'm here to deliver chicken soup to Nianchen. Today I put some more longan meat for you. It tastes sweeter and doesn't taste so greasy."

Shu Nianchen nodded nervously and nervously, "Yeah, thank you, Aunt Yun."

Yun Xiaoran put the chicken soup on the small table on the bed, looked at the bulging quilt with gossiping eyes, then looked at Nan Jinghong's dark face, and turned away uncomfortably.

Soon, she discovered the problem, "Nianchen, why is your medicinal diet in front of the young master?"

"..." Shu Nianchen was quick to wit, and twisted his head away, "He said, he wanted to taste it."

Yun Xiaoran immediately gave Nan Jinghong a reproachful look, "This is what women drink, the young master wants to drink it, so I will cook something different for you at night."

"Hey, stew is suitable for men."

She glanced under the quilt with ambiguous eyes.

Now, Nan Jinghong finally had another reaction.

As if, he took a long breath of cold air.

Shu Nianchen was beating drums in his heart, Nan Jinghong has a cleanliness habit, he probably wants to kill her right now.

But she put it all in, and now if he exposes it again, Aunt Yun will be disappointed in her, think she is ignorant, right?
She looked at the man beside her with worried eyes, and she didn't dare to miss any of his every movement.

Nan Jinghong raised his hand and put it on the table. He clenched into a fist at some point, and the strong veins burst out on the back of his hand.

He is patient.

"No, Aunt Yun, I don't need to drink these things."

Nan Jinghong's face was cold, gloomy and terrifying, "Aunt Yun, you go out first, I'll watch her drink before going down."

"Okay, Aunt Yun is not a light bulb."

Yun Xiaoran chuckled, and told Shu Nianchen to finish the chicken soup before turning around and going out.

When she turned around to close the door for them, she paused for a moment and winked at Shu Nianchen. "Nianchen, don't spoil him, you haven't recovered from the concussion yet, so don't move too much."

"……it is good."

This time, I really couldn't wash myself clean by jumping into the Yellow River.

As soon as the door was closed, Shu Nianchen immediately got up and knelt on the bed, with an attitude of pleading guilty, "I was wrong, I will clean the room..."

Nan Jinghong glared at her viciously, without saying a word, raised his big hand, and lifted the quilt.

Shu Nianchen took a look and gasped suddenly.

Most of the leftover Mala Tang was poured...and it was still on his lap!
No wonder he was so angry!
Shu Nianchen hurried to remedy, took a large wad of tissues and wiped his legs, the heat was no joke.

She felt guilty and distressed, "Did you get burned? Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Before he could speak, she dragged him out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was in such a hurry that he almost fell, but Nan Jinghong supported him.

He looked at her anxious little face, and his expression softened a lot.

"Don't worry, it won't be very hot."

"How can it not be hot? I didn't even turn it up and eat it." Thinking of how silent he was for so long, Shu Nianchen was about to cry.

When she entered the bathroom, without saying a word, she directly pulled his trousers down.

From the knee to the thigh, the strange red color spread to the thigh, which was very eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)