Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 66
"I care about them? Do I care about them?" Ning Zimo yelled wildly, staggering back, "Why should I care about them! Why!"

Qi Bing withdrew his sword, and asked Tan Su in a cold voice, "What's going on?"

It was the first time for Tan Su to see Qi Bing draw his sword. His reaction and sensitivity were astonishingly fast. She tried to stay calm and kept shaking her head.

Ning Zimo tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. He buried his face in his arms, his shoulders shook slightly, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

"I care about them..."

Tan Su moved her steps and walked to him, fearing that she would startle him if she spoke louder, "Master Xiang, you are drunk."

Ning Zimo didn't answer her for a long time, so long that Tan Su thought he would not answer himself, he tilted his head slightly, showing half of his face, his eyes were red, and looked at her in confusion, "I haven't finished drinking, how can I be drunk?" ?”

A soft spot in Tan Su's heart was touched by him, she stretched out her hand to grab his hand, and coaxed him softly, "Master Xiang should go to sleep."

Qi Bing looked at Tan Su with strange eyes.

"Yes, it's time to sleep." Ning Zimo stood up, "Help me up."

As soon as Tan Sugang stretched out his hand, Qi Bing jumped ahead of her and helped Ning Zimo up without a word of explanation.

She withdrew her hand embarrassingly, Ning Zimo drank like this, Qi Bing probably wanted to stay by his side all the time, so naturally he had nothing to do with him, "I'll ask someone to clean up here..."

"No need." Qi Bing helped Ning Zimo onto the bed, and turned to look at her, "I'll clean it up tomorrow, so don't disturb Mr. Xiang."

Tan Su nodded, "Then I'll go down."

"Go and fetch a basin of water for Mr. Xiang to wipe himself off."

She stopped suddenly and pointed to herself, "You mean me?"

Qi Bing still nodded with a cold face.

"how about you?"

"I looked at Xiangye."

Even though Tan Su was unwilling in every possible way, she could only swallow it in her stomach.

There was also a night watchman in the kitchen who helped Tan Su boil the water. She mixed the water at the right temperature and brought it to the room. Ning Zimo was already drunk and unconscious. Qi Bing stood by the bed like a patron saint, as cold as Han Bing, without squinting, even if Tan Su just slandered him in his heart, he would be shivering from the cold.

The basin was placed on the side of the bed, Tan Su skillfully took off Ning Zimo's shoes, took off his coat, wrung out the handkerchief and wiped his face and neck.

The room was too silent, Tan Su was a little unaccustomed to it, and took the initiative to find a topic, "Qi Huwei, are you going to stay guard by the bed tonight?"

Qi Bing let out a "huh".

"Thanks a lot……"

When she touched her fingers, Tan Su obviously slowed down a lot. Those fingers were as beautiful as she imagined, slender and strong, with well-defined joints, without any blemish, and her skin was more delicate than her own. She couldn't help it. I kept opening his palm and looked carefully at the lines inside, only to find a very deep scar.

Before Tan Su recovered, Qi Bing on the other end said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Ning Zimo suddenly held her hand and frowned, the more Tan Su wanted to pull it out, the tighter he grabbed it, making her painful.

"Master?" Tan Su called him cautiously, but did not dare to wake him up, so she could only look at Qi Bing for help, "This..."

Qi Bing turned his face to the other side, pretending not to see it.

Tan Su, silent.

(End of this chapter)