Sweetheart,Come Back!

"I'm sorry..." Anyin is silent. She can't hide anything from him.

"Why say I'm sorry?" Qin Jian looked at her, her eyes sinking like a pool of deep water.

"My mother did such a bad thing to you for me." An Yin is so ashamed that she can't face him when she thinks that Rong Zhen would hurt Qin Jian in order to let her live, or even be sucked to death by her.

"She did well." Qin Jian's tone is very light, can not see the joy and anger.

"What?"

An Yin looks up at him in astonishment, and he says "very good"?

Thanks to her mother, he was sucked into a zombie by her every minute. He even said "very good"?

"She can keep you alive, good." He glanced at her and added, "by any means."

An Yin opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

As long as she could survive, even in such a cruel and despicable way, he said it was good

Outside came Wu Ling's voice: "young master, doctor Yan is coming."

"Come in." Qin Jian tucked in an Yin's quilt.

The door opens and Wu Ling leads Yan Yongchao into the room.

Yan Yongchao saluted Qin Jian, "three young masters."

"She has a fever. Show her." There is an outsider in, Qin Jian's face expression naturally fade down.

Yan Yongchao walks to the bedside.

"Doctor Yan, it's a problem for you." Anyin has always felt as strong as an ox. she never thought of taking a bath. She even had her hair burned. She asked other doctors to come to visit her in the middle of the night. She felt a little sorry.

"It's my job." Yan Yongchao checked an Yin.

"How is she?" Qin Jian asked.

"It seems that he was stimulated by something, and his mood fluctuated greatly. Then he got a cold, which caused a fever. I'll give her some medicine, have a good sleep, and it'll be all right. "

Qin Jian nodded.

Yan Yongchao prescribed medicine, see Qin Jian has been standing by the bedside, then wisely left with Wu Ling.

Anyin wants to get out of bed and take medicine by herself.

Qin Jian pressed her, "don't move."

Then she got up and walked away and poured water. Seeing that anyin was about to sit up, she quickly put down the water cup and helped her sit up by the shoulder.

"Don't help me. I'm not so delicate."

Anyin pushed to Qin Jian, but stretched out his hand without any strength.

Moreover, when lying down, I don't feel anything. When I sit up, I feel dizzy.

"What can you do?" Qin Jian sits down by the bed, arms around an Yin's body, let her lean on his shoulder, take the medicine, put it into her mouth, and then quickly took the water cup.

Anyin doesn't want to be served by him. She reaches out to pick up the water cup. Qin Jian avoids it and sends it directly to her mouth.

The capsule dissolved slowly in his mouth, and an Yin had to drink water with his hand.

After taking the medicine, she did not wait for him to help her slide down, turned and turned her back to him, "third young master, don't be too nice to me."

She didn't deserve his love. The better he treated her, the more guilty she felt.

His wife said that even if she stayed with him, she could only be his bed slave.

In fact, what the lady said is wrong. She can't even be a bed slave. She stays by his side and is nothing but harm him.

In fact, she should leave him, but she is not willing to

Her selfishness made her feel more and more despicable that she even despised herself.

Qin Jian's face did not have any expression, just pulled her shoulder, turned her around, strength is not strong, but she can not resist.