Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang didn't know what he was stunned, and he was finished saying: "Then I'm leaving."

He still didn't speak.

Zhou Xufang left.

After a long while, Jiang Zhi still stood motionless, and Ah Wan called him.

"boss."

"boss."

His boss didn't respond.

Ah Wan stretched out his hand and shook it, calling him soul: "Boss." Jiang Zhi only recovered, and he was still in a trance. The more he watched, the more he felt wrong, "You blush."

His gaze was a little dull, he raised his hand stupidly, pressed his heart, and then staggered, hitting the wall, and panting heavily.

This reaction frightened Ah Wan.

"What's the matter, boss? Are you feeling well?"

The boss coughed and panted against the wall.

Ah Wan was anxious: "It's over, your ears are so red, are you sick?" He quickly dialed the phone, "Hello, Doctor Xue? My boss is not well."

Xue Bingxue asked about symptoms on the phone.

Ah Wan quickly described the past in detail.

"Coughing badly."

"No hemoptysis."

"It should have a fever, and my face is especially red, red everywhere."

"He seems to be out of breath." Ah Wan broke out in cold sweat, "Looks like the symptoms of myocardial infarction."

It was also this time last year. As soon as the severe winter came, the employer coughed up blood. Wan was afraid that the employer would lose his life. Although the employer had a bad temper, he was reluctant to die.

Ah Wan was about to cry: "I can't walk steadily...like I'm about to faint..." My poor employer... is only twenty-four years old... God opened his eyes...

Jiang Zhi staggered back to the lounge and took two pills to calm the nerves. They had no effect at all. His heartbeat was so flustered that he could not breathe well, lying on the chair and breathing heavily.

A Wanhong followed without leaving his eyes.

"boss."

Jiang Zhi didn't care about him at all.

Ah Wan wanted to cry and pinched his thigh to hold back: "How are you? Would you like some hot water?" He couldn't get an answer, and he poured a cup of hot water and held it to his boss with both hands. Dr. Xue will be here soon, so hold on for a while."

The heat on Jiang Zhi's face has not faded, his lips are redder than usual, and his morbid state adds a different kind of charm. He seems very unhappy, and rudely tore off the blanket on the recliner and threw it to Ah. Late hand.

"Send this to Zhou Xufang."

Ah Wan is silly, "Huh?"

He was impatient: "She's cold, you send it over."

Her hands were like ice cubes, and she was frozen to death.

When is it all, and still wondering whether others are cold or not, Ah Wan held the blanket in one hand and passed the hot water over: "Aren't you cold?"

Jiang Zhi didn't pick it up, his peach blossom eyes seemed to contain water, and his expression was vague.

He said: "I'm hot."

heat?

Seeing him blushing, Ah Wan became more worried: "Did you have a high fever?"

Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't go now."

"Oh."

Ah Wan ran to deliver the blanket.

In the room, only Jiang Zhi was left, lying on a chair, his eyes were empty, he raised his hand and pressed his forehead with the back of his hand, it was **** hot, his whole body was hot!

Xue Bingxue will arrive in twenty minutes.

"Give me your hand."

Jiang Zhi narrowed his eyes, startled in a daze.

Xue Bingxue called him: "Jiang Zhi."

no response.

"Jiangzhi!"

He raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Xue Bingxue looked at his expression. It was not as serious as Ah Wan described. His face was pale, but his eyes were full of spring and his complexion was okay: "Give me your pulse."

Jiang Zhi stretched out his hand and rested it on the armrest of the chair.

Xue Bingxue studied traditional Chinese medicine, especially the martial art of pulse signalling. He pinched Jiang Zhi's pulse, probed and probed: "How many pills have you taken a day for the medicine I gave you?"

Jiang Zhi did not know what he was thinking, absent-mindedly: "One."

That medicine hurts the lungs, and if you take it, you will cough, and you will also cough up blood. It is absolutely impossible to eat too much. Infertility is a trivial matter.

Of course, Xue Bingxue didn’t know the ins and outs. He thought it was just a matter of medicine, so he told Jiang Zhi: "Your pulse is messy, stop the medicine first and try. You don’t want to go back to Jiang’s house these days. I will give you some other medicine. Slowly.” That drug, after all, is still in the research and development stage, and it may not have any other side effects besides infertility.

I don't know if Jiang Zhi didn't listen, he wrinkled his brows from start to finish, and he didn't keep his house.

"Ask you a question." He sat up from the recliner.

Xue Bingxue is prescribing medicine: "You ask."

"Can sexual orientation change?"

Xue Bingxue suddenly raised his head.

Jiang Zhi repeated: "Maybe sexual orientation will change?" The frown became tighter.

Because she looks like a dead person? Is it because she is weird and special? Or is he curious about the opposite sex? Or... just because of this tumbling heart in the chest.

He wasn't sure, the only thing he was sure was that she was different.

Xue Bingxue might be surprised by his question, her delicate little face was stunned, her mouth slightly opened, and it took a long time to answer Jiang Zhi: "I don't know if you will, I won't." He was a little shy, but still He said firmly, "I will always only like Will."

It's Jonville again!

Promising!

Jiang Zhi's thoughts were messed up by him, and he was angrily told him: "If you like it, grab it."

In his perception, as long as he wants, he must get it, and he must get it by all means.

Xue Bingxue is different. Xue Bingxue is an old man and a doted silly white sweet who grew up: "She has a boyfriend, and I will be a junior."

Jiang Zhi disagrees: "So what?"

The tone was frivolous, his eyes provocative.

Jiang Zhi has this temper, and he will do whatever he wants. Don't tell him what is right or wrong. He decides what is right or wrong by himself, and no one can control it.

It is solipsism.

Xue Bingxue did not argue with him, frowning, with a sad expression.

Jiang Zhi couldn't see his immortal appearance, with his beautiful eyes cold, his tone was arbitrary: "If it's someone I like," he licked his lower lip, "I will leave her if I get married." Not available.

Fuck... Fucked away? !

"!"

Silly Bai Tian Xue Bingxue was stunned, and the three views were broken!

Suddenly, a voice came in: "What's the matter?" The door was pushed open vigorously, Jiang Weier came in with his skirt, and gave Jiang Zhi a white look, "Speak to me to be civilized."

Xue Bingxue stood up immediately, his face flushed instantly, and swallowed a big mouthful of water: "Wei, Weir."

Jiang Weier watched his ears turn red: "Did Brother Zhi bully you again?"

He shook his head into a rattle: "No!"

Jiang Weier didn't believe it very much. He glanced at him, then at Jiang Zhi, squinting like an aggressive wolf. In such a comparison, Xue Bingxue was a pure white rabbit.

She urged Xue Bingxue earnestly: "You will play with them less in the future, the province will teach you badly." Xue Baoyi is a bohemian, and Qiao Nanchu's servant is also a black belly, no one is honest!

Xue Bingxue was so obedient, the chick nodded again and again, pecking at the rice: "Hmm~" Weir was right in everything! He listens to what Will says!

Jiang Weier saw that his eyes were bright, like a harmless little animal, and he had the urge to slap him. Back then, he was counted as behaved by the group of elder brothers in the courtyard.

It's just too obedient and easy to be deceived.

As he was thinking, the call came, Jiang Weier glanced at the call, turned his back to answer it.

"Reached?"

The voice is gentle and sweet.

It's Xiao Linshu's phone number.

She talked to him in this way, gentle and gentle, like a little white flower: "You are waiting for me in the car." When she hung up the phone, her tone became overlord, "I have something to go, brother Zhi, young Do you hear bullying Bingxue?"

Jiang Zhi gave a cold face.

Jiang Weier waved his hand and left, Xue Bingxue reluctantly chased to the door, his eyes full of sorrow.

Jiang Zhi squeezed his eyebrows, and wanted to punch the bullshit, and called out: "A night."

A night before.

He frowned again: "Get me an appointment with a psychiatrist."

He had to figure out what he thought of Zhou Xufang. Because she looks like that boy? Doesn't it seem?

Ah Wan felt that the employer was especially strange today, and was very curious: "Why do you call a psychiatrist?" Is it because you are too ill and mentally collapsed?

Jiang Zhi raised his head, his eyes swept lukewarm.

Ah Wan hurriedly closed her mouth, indicating that she would not talk more.

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From April 2nd to 5th, hands QPK.

From April 4th to 7th, Xiaoxiang PK.

From April 5th to 8th, the main line PK.

During the PK period, I will add updates from time to time. This PK comes to three. Although I am not a newcomer, as a domineering president, my desire to win is not generally strong. I not only want to win others, but also want to win beautiful.

Therefore, during the PK period, I want to comment and collect five-star recommended gifts.

Jiang Zhi: What if PK loses?

Mr. Gu: Just go to be a monk, and you won’t give you meat for the whole life.

Jiang Zhi: Go to the Indian branch, immediately! immediately!