Boss, his language is not good

Chapter 39 Be Good, Don't Move

Lu Chengrang picked up Gu Zheng's mother and daughter, Shen's mother went back to the hospital bored alone, Shen Beiwang leaned up slightly, and looked behind her.

"What are you looking at, I'm the only one." Shen's mother was not gentle and loving in front of her own brat, and she was not afraid of hurting her injured son, so she taunted directly: "After what happened this morning, my father If you see the little girl again, you will burn incense and worship Buddha!"

Shen Beiwang lay on his back on the pillow, resting his head with one hand, a little unbelievable, "No! Mom, you didn't say anything nice to me!"

Shen's mother washed an apple, sat aside and peeled it with a fruit knife. Hearing this, she gracefully raised her slender and delicate eyebrows, "Good words?"

She looked her son up and down, and said unceremoniously: "Aside from inheriting the good looks of me and your father, what other advantages can I say? Oh, could it be that one of yours? A dog temper who ran away from home if he didn't agree?!"

Shen Beiwang felt his head hurting again, "Why run away from home! I just transferred to another school. Besides, if I didn't transfer to another school, would I be able to find you a daughter-in-law? I can't be like my elder brother and run away all the time. I don't even have a first love, so it's not you who are so anxious?"

Mother Shen snorted, but did not refute.The peeled apple was cut into four pieces, placed in a small porcelain dish, pushed towards Shen Beiwang, and asked softly:
"Is that confirmed?"

Shen Beiwang paused for a moment with the hand that was stretched out to take the apple, then retracted it, crossed his hands in front of him, and looked at his mother seriously.

"Well, it's confirmed."

The tone is solemn and firm, with the indomitable spirit of breaking the boat.

"Then you treat her girl well. That child is quiet and well-behaved, and she is clean and beautiful. When she grows up, there must be a lot of people chasing her. Don't accidentally miss the prison and be pried into a corner, and cry when the time comes." There's no place to cry."

Shen's mother lightly reminded Shen Beiwang.Her son has his own ideas since he was a child, he knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and he never says anything on the spur of the moment.Now that he wants Nancheng and has made a promise, he must be sure of it, and he will never be shaken by his age or anything else.

But Nancheng is different. She is still young, and she may meet more outstanding men in the future. If she doesn't like her son by then, she doesn't know what will happen.

Mother Shen was a little worried.

"Impossible." Shen Beiwang frowned, and said directly without thinking: "I have met someone as stunning as me, and she can still fall in love with others?"

No matter how handsome he is, he won't lose!Shen Beiwang was very serious.

Shen's mother was shocked by her son's shameless self-confidence, choked for a while, and couldn't speak.

"...All right, you can figure it out." Shen's mother responded in a very difficult way, and she recovered after a while, "I'm going to visit your grandparents this afternoon, you must not let them know that you are hospitalized Yes, so as not to worry them, if you can hide it, hide it first, and when you can't hide it, you will probably be alive and kicking again, and they won't have anything to worry about."

Shen Beiwang was still thinking about the future with Nancheng, so he responded casually.

"Also, I heard that this incident was not accidental but man-made, how do you plan to deal with it?" Shen's mother asked seriously, and she gave the child enough autonomy, which seemed to be a matter of course.

This matter was obviously going to Nancheng. If he had slowed down at that time... Thinking of this, Shen Beiwang's face became a little gloomy, and a trace of cruelty and bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes.

"How to deal with it? Naturally, it is strictly dealt with!"

……

It happened to be noon when Nancheng came to the hospital again, the ward was quiet, and the warm sunlight shone through the half-closed curtains, bringing warmth to the monotonous ward.

Nancheng subconsciously slowed down his steps, and lightly placed the thermos in his hand on the bedside table. As soon as he turned around, he saw someone who was sleeping with his eyes closed just now, looking at her with warm eyes.

Nancheng was taken aback, smiled involuntarily, bent down and looked at him face to face, "Did I wake you up?"

Shen Beiwang slightly raised his head, gently rubbed the tip of his tall nose against hers, reached out to grab her little hand propped on the bed, and slowly clasped it tightly, with a faint smile in his eyes, "I'm not asleep."

Nancheng liked the intimacy with him very much, so he lowered his body, pressed his cheek against his exposed neck, and asked him in a low voice, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

As if it wasn't him who just couldn't sleep because of a headache.

Nancheng didn't speak, only his shallow breath seemed to brush against his skin continuously.

Shen Beiwang moved back a little, but rubbed his chin comfortingly on the top of her head, coaxing her, "It really doesn't hurt anymore, trust me, huh?"

Nancheng raised his head slightly, letting his lips rub against his forehead, avoiding the topic just now, "My mother made you soup, winter melon ribs, do you want to drink?"

The soup was boiled by Gu Zheng after returning home in the morning. He specially used a ceramic pot with a white inner wall and stewed it for more than three hours.As soon as Nancheng opened the lid of the insulated bucket, the thick fresh fragrance rose out accompanied by white mist, which whetted the appetite.

Gu Zheng originally wanted to prepare black-bone chicken and red-date soup, which is more blood-enriching, but before she could start preparing it, Nan Cheng, who knew the soup recipe, said silently, "He doesn't like black-bone chicken soup", and when she looked over, And with an innocent look on his face.

Nancheng used a spoon to even out a large bowl of soup for Shen Beiwang, and he took out a whole compartment from the bottom of the thermos, like a simple lunch box, which contained two simple but delicate stir-fried vegetables.

"You can't eat these now, I can only wrong you to drink the soup first."

Shen Beiwang didn't care about the bowl of fragrant pork rib soup that Nancheng put in front of him, he just frowned and watched Nancheng start the simple meal in front of him like that, feeling distressed, "Why are you eating it now? Lunch?" It's almost a little late.

"I want to eat with you!" Nancheng picked a piece of Suqin and fed it into his mouth, biting the tip of the chopsticks, tilting his head, looking at the boy who was obviously in a better mood because of these words, glanced at the bowl and still The pork rib soup that didn't start, asked, "Do you want me to feed you?"

The temptation of this sentence is greater. Imagine the sweet scene of Nancheng feeding himself soup. Shen Bei calmly pushed the bowl in front of him to the distance, and then said, "No hurry, you eat first."

Well, I didn't refuse, but I still remember not to starve Nancheng's stomach.

Shen Beiwang ate lunch at noon, but he had a headache and nausea and didn't eat much.At the moment, he doesn't know whether the soup really suits his appetite or some other reason, anyway, Nancheng feeds him a sip, and he obediently takes a sip, unknowingly, he drank a lot.

Of course, the second young master Shen imagined that you would take one bite at each other, or other special ways of feeding soup that were more greasy did not appear, which made him feel a little regretful.

Shen Beiwang's regretful eyes should not be too obvious, even if Nancheng wanted to ignore it, he couldn't ignore it.She packed up the things in her hands, and looked helplessly at someone who was lying on the bed, looking a little pitiful, "You need to rest now."

"Yeah." The promise was a good one, but the eyes still stayed on Nancheng stubbornly.

Originally a very good-looking person, coupled with the small eyes that were looking at Nancheng eagerly now, Nancheng's heart softened uncontrollably.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly bent down, looked at Shen Beiwang very seriously, "Just for a moment, and then you can sleep obediently."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen Beiwang's reaction, he put his hands on his shoulders naturally, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his soft lips against the corners of the boy's lips. He paused, as if he felt that this was too perfunctory. Between the lips, the lips moved lightly, softly sticking to the lips of Shen Beiwang who was suddenly suffocated for breathing, and tentatively sucked it lightly.

Shen Beiwang held his breath subconsciously, looking at the girl's fair face with burning eyes, when the girl unconsciously licked her lips and thought about getting up and away, he suddenly stretched out his arms, hooked the girl's waist and heavily lifted the girl who had just stood up. The girl slammed into her arms tightly again, her arms tightened.

Nancheng's cheek was pressed against Shen Beiwang's sternum, and his frantic and powerful heartbeat could be clearly heard.Nancheng didn't know why he went crazy all of a sudden, and subconsciously wanted to look up at him, but when he was halfway up, the back of his head was pressed down by a big hand, and his face pressed against the boy's chest again.

Before she could thump again, the big hand that controlled her slowly moved down from the back of her head, gently and with a hint of irresistibility, to the back of her white and tender neck, paused, tense. The slightly hoarse and depressing voice, together with the big hand that pushed away her messy hair and kneaded her white and tender neck without hindrance, seemed to touch her heart, burning her apex.

"Be good. Don't move."

Nancheng sensitively sensed something wrong with Shen Beiwang's voice. In the past, Qingyue's voice was lowered, with a hint of hoarseness and... lust, with an indescribably seductive sex appeal.

Feeling the tightness and heat of the body under his head, Nancheng fell silent and did not move.

(End of this chapter)