Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Although he had been mentally prepared before, Qiao Ansheng took a breath when he saw these cracking wounds suddenly.

Qin Yanchen took a wound like this last night, and went back to be kind to himself?

Is he going to die?

Qin Yanchen didn't hear the movement behind him for a long time, thinking she was frightened, turned around hurriedly, and wanted to hold the person in his arms again: "It just looks serious, it doesn't hurt."

Qiao Ansheng frowned, waved his stretched hand away, and pointed to the sofa on the side, with an unquestionable tone: "Go over there! Sit down!"

After all, Qiao Ansheng walked out the door on his own, and when he came back in, he was already holding a large tray with all kinds of medicinal liquor in his hand.

Qin Yanchen was about to stand up, and Qiao Ansheng glared at him: "Let you sit down! Hear you!"

She wrinkled her face, and saw that the man was still awkward, she couldn't help but pinch her waist, took out the previous posture, and yelled very domineeringly.

Qiao Ansheng walked over a few steps and slammed the tray in his hand on the coffee table in front of him, obviously venting his anger during his actions.

Qin Yanchen knew that she was angry now, and she also accepted her usual estranged appearance, obediently obediently obedient to her instructions.

"I'll be lighter, if it hurts, just tell me, I'll be lighter..."

Qiao Ansheng held the cotton swab cautiously, the movement was as light as a feather, but it made the man sitting tightly chuckle.

He hadn't paid attention to this pain a long time ago, and because Qiao Ansheng cared about him so much, no matter how painful he was, Qin Yanchen would be happy.

Qiao Ansheng applied the medicine a little bit and gently applied it to the edge of the wound.

She knew a man's temperament very well, and knew that he was extremely capable of enduring pain, and she didn't wait for him to cry out, so she leaned over and gently blew the wounds to him.

The man's back tightened suddenly.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Qiao Ansheng suddenly became nervous when he saw something abnormal.

Qiao Ansheng was anxious, pressing one hand on his shoulder, and suddenly stopped.

And the man just shook his head.

The cold air blowing from the wound on his back was hot and whistling, and it touched his skin, and it suddenly seemed to be on fire, and an unstoppable burst of evil fire ignited in Qin Yanchen's body.

The man pursed his lips, his face still coldly enduring his physical discomfort.

Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Qiao Ansheng began to move his hands again.

She thought Qin Yanchen was in pain, and the movements on her hands were light and light again, and the soft fingertips would touch the skin of the man's wound.

After applying the medicine, she will blow it as usual.

Qiao Ansheng was unconscious, and his actions were tantamount to fanning the flames.

The man's body is getting stiffer and stiffer.

After finally applying medicine to all the wounds, Qiao Ansheng picked up the scissors and bandage from the side, walked around in front of the man, and began to bandage the wounds for him.

The man lowered his head slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead fell, covering his dark eyes.

"Forget it if it hurts so much! Can't you take it softly?"

The more Qiao Ansheng thinks about it, the more angry he feels. It doesn't matter if a man doesn't cherish himself and hurts him, he doesn't care, but he is almost anxious to death.

"can not……"

This time, Qin Yanchen has taken care of Qiao Ansheng's complaint.

Can not be subdued, once his attitude softens, then who will be the windshield in front of Qiao Ansheng? None of the Qin family are vegetarians.

He was the only one who had a firm attitude and showed his own attitude, those talents did not dare to move Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng frowned, wrapped the gauze around him several times a little bit, and finally tied a knot on it carefully, and cut off the remaining excess cloth strips with scissors.

She stared at the back tangled in gauze.

There is no such thing as the youthful youthfulness, and some are all the outlines of the skeleton of an adult man.

After wrapping the cloth strips, she discovered that there was an inch of wrinkles on Qin Yanchen's shoulder blades, near the shoulders. It was a large bowl-shaped, dark brown scar.

She was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hand and stroked it: "What's going on here...?"

The scar seemed to be a long-term wound, which healed a long time ago, probably because the wound was too deep at the time and left too many hard-to-heal wounds on the skin.

So even if the inside is healed, the inside is still crumpled.

Qiao Ansheng touched it gently, feeling the unevenness of the scar.

"Injuries abroad."

The man's voice was faint, but he couldn't hear any emotions, and calmly seemed to be narrating something that couldn't be more ordinary.

Qiao Ansheng was shocked and pale: "Have you been abroad...injured?"

She originally thought that Qin Yanchen went abroad, under the name of the Qin family, and was naturally rich in clothes, but today, listening to Qin Yanchen's meaning, he seems to have a bad time abroad.

Qiao Ansheng stood there dumbfounded.

Qin Yanchen's gentleness just now was like a basin of hot water, which wrapped her, but the facts now were like a block of ice coming from her head, making her a little hot and cold in her arms.

"Um……"

Qiao Ansheng listened to the simple words spit out from his mouth. She reluctantly wanted to dig deeper information: "Why was it hurt?"

Qin Yanchen was silent again.

He never seemed to be willing to untie those things in his past, and it was the same when the two were in love before, and it was Qiao Ansheng who always vented his joys, sorrows and sorrows to him.

Qin Yanchen would never reveal those things about himself to Qiao Ansheng.

He seemed to hide all his pain, melted into a flower inside, and held it all to Qiao Ansheng with full of tenderness.

Qiao Ansheng pressed her hand under the scar, thinking that Qin Yanchen might have suffered a life-threatening danger, and she couldn't calm her mood.

The figure swayed a bit.

For the first time, she began to think about whether the decision she made at the time was really correct. She left Qin Yanchen with nowhere to go and forced him to follow that path...

Is it really correct?

"Say, why did you get hurt? Didn't you study abroad? Why don't you protect yourself?"

Half of Qiao Ansheng's chest was tingling.

Qin Yanchen remained silent for a few seconds, and Qiao Ansheng stared at the broken black jade hair at the end of his hair, waiting patiently for Qin Yanchen's answer.

After a few seconds passed, the man slowly spoke. He seemed to hesitate to explain the situation as simple as possible: "Your photo was taken away."

At that time, Qin Yanchen was in a foreign country, and all contact with Qiao Ansheng was broken, and there was only a photo of Qiao Ansheng in his hand, which was his emotional sustenance.

But one day, his wallet was snatched away.