His Long Love

Ji Wanzhou thought that the little wife would have doubts. His suggestion was so obvious. But he looked back and found that the little wife was already in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep in a small ball.

All the way home, the housekeeper stood by the door, wondering if dinner should be prepared.

"Shh, let her sleep. You go and pack up." Season evening boat commander waiting at the door of the old black, "speed, go quickly."

"That's not good, boss." Old black's black face suddenly turned red three times. It's not suitable for him to pack such a private thing as to be a rough man.

"What's good, you can go if you want to, master." Ji Wanzhou took a look at this man who was big and thick. When did old black become so shy.

Laohei immediately took three steps. He couldn't help but look back and ask, "boss, I really don't fit to take these intimate clothes."

Laohei said that he felt a stone in his heart fell to the ground. Anyway, he would have to be beaten if he took it or not. He had better choose one who was beaten less.

"Get out of here. What's in your head? Take out the suitcase." The blue veins on Ji Wanzhou's forehead kept beating. He hated the old black man who had followed him for so long. How could it be that he punished him so hard that he broke his head? It seems that the punishment in the future should be changed.

The old black answered and went in and took it. He was afraid that he would be stopped by the boss and punished. I didn't expect that this move would make my future days in dire straits.

Ji Wanzhou went to the back seat and gently held her in her arms. She picked up the blanket and wrapped it tightly.

Meng Qingge did not wake up, half squinting, on this season's evening boat this warm human body heater rubbed twice, found a comfortable seat fell asleep.

Season evening boat teases cat like, scratched her chin twice, Meng Qingge is not willing to hum two.

Ji Wanzhou is really sleepy when she sees people, so she is let go.

"Where to go, boss." Laohei had packed up everything and was ready to go. He sat in the driver's seat waiting for the order of Ji Wanzhou. He deliberately lowered the volume and said to Ji Wanzhou almost verbally.

"Go straight there as planned." Ji Wanzhou also did not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people in his arms.

A sleep to the night, Meng Qingge wake up, almost think his eye injury again aggravated.

The gauze like curtains block most of the light from the setting sun outside the house,

the room is different from the previous furnishings. When Meng Qingge got up to find the light switch, it really took a lot of effort.

After turning on the light, Meng Qingge only then dares trembling to confirm that he is not really back home.

She didn't know this place. Was she hijacked? Why didn't she feel that she was sleeping too fast.

Meng Qing's hair can't be grasped. What happened.

Meng is still close to the bed, do not want to sleep quickly.

"Qingge, I thought you were awake and the lights were on." Season late boat reached for a glass of water, handed Qingge, "just woke up to drink the water."

"Ji Wanzhou, how could it be you?" Meng Qingge is very excited to hear the familiar voice, which is really good. Fortunately, he is still safe now, "great, but it's you."

"It's not who I can be, little fool. Can I let you have an accident by my side." Ji Wanzhou looks at the appearance of the little wife shrinking into the quilt. In her heart, she seems to have been severely scratched, itching and painful.

Qingge should have been afraid just now. I'm so glad to see him. It seems that when she was kidnapped before, she really suffered.

Ji Wanzhou clenches his fist tightly, Miao Si Zhe, sooner or later your Miao Shi will be my stepping stone.

"Here is where," Meng Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, this just reflected his just question, "how did we not go home."

"I told you, but someone fell asleep." Season evening boat a pair does not concern his affair appearance, the tone is very innocent.

"That's not why you turned me here." Meng Qing song turned a white eye, unable to make complaints about it.

Ji Wanzhou didn't get angry at people, so he picked up Meng Qingge and went all the way to the hot spring.

The hot spring is a small pool separated and independent, the middle is blocked by a beautiful screen, the surface of the pool is still floating wine tray, it is a chic small place.

Meng Qingge stretched out his feet, tried the water temperature, and instantly retracted back.

The water temperature is higher than that of the normal bath water, but it will be comfortable to gradually adapt after going down.

Ji Wanzhou can only stand on the shore to watch, after all, there will be medical treatment for a while, if he is also in the water, it is not appropriate.

"Spa therapy, you believe that." Meng Qingge's small face is warm and warm, and his back is comfortable on the wall of the pool."It's acupuncture." Ji Wanzhou tells his wife the purpose of this trip.

"Acupuncture, why don't you just go to grandfather's place?" Meng Qingge can't understand it very much. My grandfather's good friend is not just a national player. Why not ask for one directly.

The season evening boat slightly a meal, took out the long thought good speech, "the old man is old, this small matter also need not trouble others."

"You know how to care about people. It's not easy." Meng Qingge fell in the hot spring, leaving only a pink face. He did not believe in the evasion of Ji Wanzhou.

"Well, the doctor here happens to be a disciple of a national. He specializes in treating eye diseases. He must have more research on your condition." Ji Wanzhou explained.

While speaking, the doctor had already come. She was a young woman still in the storm. She was well maintained and her hands were tender, like a girl.

"Dr. Tan, please." Ji Wanzhou saw the visitors, please come in. He should be careful about everything about Qingge.

Dr. Tan opened the medicine box, but unlike the old man, he took out a thick roll of needles. There were clear grooves in the medicine box, which were tailor-made for each needle, even with vacuum sealing.

But the fire disinfection before the injection is inevitable.

"Miss Meng, you don't have acupuncture experience before. If you go down the first needle, you will have some flesh and skin pain. Hold back and don't move around." Dr. Tan has prepared a fine needle in his hand and put his hand on Meng Qingge's shoulder.

"I have no problem. Dr. Tan can take the injection at ease." Meng Qingge finished and tightly bit his teeth. Said not afraid, but he has long been afraid of pain.