The domineering rebirth of the super queen

Chapter 232: The Handicapped Boss Duan (1)
Seeing that Xie Qinghuan didn't speak, Yujie who spoke earlier thought she was reserved, and besides, she was very different from them in terms of the way she delivered things, her appearance and temperament, and I think this was why Duan Minglou valued her.When they came to visit the patient, the patient had already watched the patient, and his heart was conveyed. It was time to relax, work, and make space for others.

Sister Yu, unlike Lolita, is more understanding.Sister Yu thoughtfully said: "You also came to see Duan Lang, right? It's just right, we should go too."

Xie Qinghuan nodded slightly and smiled, "Walk slowly."

Yu Jie was choked up unexpectedly.In fact, this is the third batch of them since the morning. Of course, not all of them have had such a relationship with Boss Duan, but they have been helped by him to some extent.Seeing that she is not very old, this little girl is calm and calm, she is not jealous at all, but she has the bearing of a family mistress.

The Royal Sisters didn't know much about Lan Ye's episode at the beginning. After the scandal was published in the newspaper, Hengfeng naturally wouldn't come forward to clarify this trivial matter, so it seemed a bit difficult to tell whether it was true or false.After all, it is not uncommon for the evil spirits to end up in the hands of Loli before.

It's just that Duan Lang's taste suddenly became so small and fresh, which is really surprising.Sister Yu smiled leisurely: "Then, let's take our leave first."

Someone took the lead, and the others naturally followed suit. Before leaving, they cast a meaningful glance at Boss Duan, who was lying flat with mosquito-repellent eyes, and left in an incomparably charming way.

When the last person walked out, he closed the door behind him.Xie Qinghuan's face suddenly became tense, she grabbed the fruit basket in Ji Zhuoyang's hand, held her breath and said in a low voice, "Quick, open the window!"

Ji Zhuoyang glanced at her face, crossed the sea of ​​flowers, went to the window and opened it, the cool and fresh air rushed in with the breeze, Xie Qinghuan took a breath carefully, and frowned fiercely——this fragrance is really suffocating up.

After Ji Zhuoyang opened the window, he was blown by the wind, and suddenly shivered: Ever since he and Xie Qinghuan walked in, Boss Duan has not said a word.It would be fine if it was just him, Xie Qinghuan was still the head of the Tang family anyway, even though it was temporary, Duan Minglou shouldn't be so negligent, he had to say yes.

Could it be that something happened, at such a sensitive juncture, I really can't tell.It's just that, with Duan Minglou's animal-like keen vigilance, it shouldn't be so.

Xie Qinghuan obviously also noticed this point, compared to Ji Zhuoyang who can brainstorm anytime and anywhere, she is more mobile.

Xie Qinghuan waved away the pile of flowers on the bedside table indifferently, put the prickly pear and the fruit basket on it, then walked to the hospital bed, slapped Duan Minglou on the face boldly, "Hey, wake up!" How decent is it for a young person to sleep in broad daylight!

Duan Minglou was already dizzy from the scent of flowers, but after being slapped by Xie Qinghuan these two times, a small spark at [-]:[-] suddenly burst out in front of his eyes. , Plucking the hair on the tiger's head, I'm tired of working!

Duan Minglou Huo De opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Xie Qinghuan's usual careless smile, only a slight smugness was caught deep in the clear eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Xie Qinghuan didn't care at all about the fact that her veins were pinched by someone, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Yo, are you awake?"

Duan Minglou is in a sea of ​​flowers, there is no conflict between masculinity and femininity, even though Boss Duan is lying flat on the white hospital bed, deteriorating himself into the virtue of saying goodbye to a dead body, it does not hinder this moment of intimacy, the instant tempted.

Xie Qinghuan seemed to be in good spirits, what happened yesterday had no effect on her, and even the look of burnout on her face was gone.Although it looks casual, but the whole person is very lively.

Duan Minglou closed his eyes lightly, and Xie Qinghuan chuckled in his ears, and then the wrist that was pinned to the fingertips twisted and twisted lightly, and quickly and calmly rested on his wrist.

Duan Minglou's eyes fell on her fingers. He had easily clasped her five fingers and pressed her firmly on the bed. Naturally, he knew that her fingers were long and thin, but they always carried warmth, even though her forehead was full of tears. It was cold sweat.

Xie Qinghuan is really a contradictory person with her cold temperament and constant warmth.

Duan Minglou thought about it leisurely, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Qinghuan looking at him with a half-smile, but he didn't let go of the fingers clasped on the pulse door, and the other hand was holding a corner of the quilt, and lifted it easily.

"Uh..." Ji Zhuoyang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't understand the scene in front of him, "Huanhuan, you—"

Duan Minglou was also a little dazed, when Xie Qinghuan slightly bent over and touched every rib with his slender fingers from under his throat, his brain froze completely.

What happened and what's the situation now?Duan Minglou felt a group of mud horses roaring in his heart, bringing up countless dust - this girl is clearly not a wild girl!
After touching it once, Xie Qinghuan withdrew her hand, and at the same time withdrew the hand that was clasping Boss Duan's wrist, and looked at him with a frown, her face a little heavy.

Ji Zhuoyang stared dumbfounded at Xie Qinghuan touching Boss Duan's upper body, and then watched in horror as she mused and looked down all the way, finally landing on the position where the thighs were up and the lower abdomen was down.

Wow... Ji Zhuoyang feels that the current situation is so weird that he can't look straight at it—Huanhuan, in fact, there is still a market for small freshness these days, you are still young, don't rush to transform, hurry up and get rid of your slightly Take back the wretched little eyes!

Boss Duan followed Xie Qinghuan's gaze down, and finally her silent gaze stayed on a certain unspeakable part. With a thump in his brain, Boss Duan suddenly felt that his old face, which had been tempered for thousands of years, could not hold on. The illusion of pain.

Xie Qinghuan looked away calmly, and looked at Duan Minglou again with some sympathy in his eyes—judging from the pulse condition, Duan Minglou didn't look like someone who was seriously injured and needed to be hospitalized. It can even be said that his physical condition is very serious now. Well, at least a dozen or so Ji Zhuoyangs are no problem at all.Then, it must be there where he was hurt.

In the past, I lived among thousands of flowers, but in the future, I will cultivate my body and mind, Boss Duan.Xie Qinghuan took a look at the prickly pear she brought, and suddenly couldn't look directly at the shape of two small prickly pears on top of a big prickly pear. She coughed twice to hide her slight embarrassment: "Mr. Duan, I hope you get well soon."

Xie Qinghuan knows that some people in this world prefer to grow old alone, and don't expect much from marriage and children.But she still has an instinctive insistence on the inheritance of blood.As the head of the family, although she was not married and had children, she selected the closest blood from the direct descendants and nephews to cultivate.

Therefore, for Duan Minglou's presumed injury, she felt a little sympathy in her heart, and she deeply introspected when she advised others to watch in pain.

(End of this chapter)