Fu Xiaochen's eyebrows tightened, his teeth were gritted, and he cursed: "This group of beasts, dare to touch my woman, find death!"

He turned and looked softly at Xia Chihiro, who was quietly lying on the bed at this time. He looked at the wound on his arm with a distressed voice and murmured, "Why not care, if this wound is not urgent It 's troublesome to deal with it! "

He moved extremely softly, for fear of disturbing her, and gently walked out of the room and brought the medicine chest.

Entering the room again, the girl's white long legs clung to the soft silk quilt, and a seaweed-like hair spread out, revealing a delicate little face.

The small appearance that trembled from time to time was very pleasant. Suddenly, Fu Xiaochen stepped forward and squeezed this little face, feeling the inexplicable touch brought by her.

But he didn't do it from beginning to end. He just helped her to treat her wound carefully. Occasionally she would open the quilt and show uneasiness.

Fu Xiaochen helped her cover the quilt with great patience. She shuddered to drink water, and he got up and poured it, taking care of her with a bite.

I do n't know how long it took, and Fu Xiaochen was drowsy. He was really tired. During this time, due to busy business, he never really had a good rest day.

It is rare to arrange all the work at hand, thinking that you can go home and rest well, and I met her again.

In this way, Fu Xiaochen fell asleep beside Xia Qianxun's bed.

The next day, after a heavy rain wash, the air was fresh and sunny in the morning, and an inexplicable floral scent came out. Natsu Chihiro awakened in this comfortable and pleasant floral fragrance.

The brain is in a blur, and the whole body is sore and uncomfortable as if it had been removed from the bones. If it wasn't for the burst of floral scent that reduced her nervousness, the uncomfortableness and pain that swept through her body would become more intense.

Where is she? She got up in a panic, and the light in the corner of her eyes fell asleep next to the bed. She resisted the headache, shook her head, and opened her eyes again to make herself more awake.

Looking at it, it was him. The man who saved her yesterday was shocked. How could it be him? Last night they were. .

Xia Qianxun lifted the quilt, and the stunning red on the white sheet was like a strong light, which made her a little embarrassed. He, he, they were already.

Xia Qianxun forced to calm herself, she kept making excuses for herself, and there was a tight hope, still holding hope, but the strong soreness all over her body made her have to defeat.

How could this happen, how could this happen, Xia Qianxun was so sad, and her fate would be so, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the bad luck arrangement.

This is often the case in life. The more you care about it, the more you want to protect the perfect thing, the more vulnerable and even vulnerable you become.

Nothing, no matter how sad or sad, what has been lost has been lost, just like some people, certain things, if you are not sure at that time, times have changed and you ca n't return it.

Father, besides her grandmother, she cares most about her relatives. However, she never expected it to be so. In the face of the temptation of money, even her biological flesh became so weak.

Is society changing? Or can't one control his own desires?

"Are you awake?" Maybe it was the reason she took care of her last night. His voice was a little hoarse and sounded lazy.