Warm sweet and sweet was hugged by Ji Jingchen back to the ancient castle.

As soon as they entered the door, the butler and the cook met.

Look at the sweet look, scared face change.

“Miss...”

The butler opened his mouth, but at this time did not know what to ask first.

The footsteps did not stop, and he directly hugged the people upstairs.

He was put in the bathroom and put it in the bathtub.

The warm water instantly covered her up, bringing a strong sense of security.

But she still held his clothes and refused to let go.

Ji Jingchen squatted down beside the bathtub, in order to accommodate her, the action was a little awkward.

“Do you want me to help you?”His voice was as soft as the swan’s feathers.

Sweet and sweet, shook her head.

"I can myself."

Even so, her hand has been holding Ji Jingchen's clothes.

He smiled slowly, and his eyes were full of inexorable tenderness.

Sweetie, she slowly took my hands back.

"I'll wait for you outside."

With that, Ji Jingchen only stood up, just left, and suddenly bent down and kissed it on the warm and sweet forehead.

The bathroom door was closed.

She sat there again for a while, and the mood slowly eased.

At this moment, Jiang, who was sent to the hospital, is angry!

Jiang Yuen swept the things on the doctor’s desk on the ground.

"What do you say?"I will cure you!You said you couldn’t?”

The doctor was sad, and if the person in front of him had not sent it, he would have called the security guard and threw the man out.

“Miss Jiang, the wound on your face has been treated and the blood has stopped...”

“I want a cure!It's not blood!"Jiang Tianshu Tsitsili shouted.

The doctor said, "But the wound on your face is too big, even if it is good, there will still be scars..."

This sentence suddenly stinged the nerves of Jiang Wentian, and she rushed over and stared at him, as if to swallow him alive.

“Aren’t you a doctor?Wouldn’t even this injury be treated?I’m sorry to have broken up this hospital today!”

"Miss Jiang, we really can't do anything to leave a scar on today's medical technology anyway."

“I don’t believe it!”

She turned her head and her face was covered with a piece of gauze.

“The clock is gone!You go to your brother and say that this hospital is a quack doctor!I want the best doctor!I can cure my face!”

The clock stood calmly behind her.

"Miss Jiang, you must go to rest, and I will contact you in the hospital."

He raised his head and looked around.

“Where is Brother Jing Chen?”Why didn’t he come to see me?”

The clock opened its mouth and just wanted to speak, and Jiang suddenly shouted.

“Did he go to the bastard?”That wild seed!It was she who made me like that!Why not kill her?”

“Kill her!”

Zhong frowned, “Miss Jiang, please respect Mrs. Ji.”

“Mrs. Ji?What kind of lady is she?”

Jiang Liang laughed at the day.

She gritted her teeth, and for a moment she was angry and sad.

The next second was still cursing, and the next second was wretchedly pulling the clock's hand.

“You’re going to call my brother, okay?”Why was it that I was injured and he stayed with the woman?”

The clock turned to look like this, and I had to nod my head.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the ward.

A few minutes later, the clock came back.

He looked behind him.

“Where is Brother Jing Chen?”

Zhong left: "Ji always asked me to ask you, before Liu Yan's rental room, what is the steel stick that does not live in the door?"

The face of the linguist suddenly changed.

“I... how do I know?I ran out as soon as I came out, and I didn't know what was inside."

The clock looked at her coldly.

"I have informed the chief, but he will not come to see you, not necessarily."

After that, he turned around and left.

The rabbinous man turned back.

“What do you mean?”

But the clock did not go back, and went straight out.

“You give me back!”

The pillow on the wake-up was lost, but only hit the door.

She grunted in anger, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were full of hate.

“Sweetie, wait for me!”

Ji Jingchen waited at the door, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom behind him, and his heart was unprecedentedly stable.

The housekeeper came in from outside.

“Sir.”

As soon as he spoke, Ji Jingchen waved his hand and made him sound a little smaller.

The butler immediately lowered his voice.

“They brought Liu Yan here.”

The eyes are cold, and the eyes are full of raging.

“Into the basement.”

The housekeeper nodded and said, “Then the wound on his body...”

"Just keep it that way, don't let him die now."

As he spoke, the sound of water behind him stopped.

The face of the scene changed slightly, and the hand was waved to let the housekeeper leave.

Soon, sweetie came out of it.

She was covered with bath towels, fluffy curly hair tied into balls, and her eyes were wet.

The skin is slightly red after being steamed by heat, and the horn is still dripping down.

As soon as she came out, she didn’t expect Ji Jingchen to really stand outside and wait.

When I saw him, I stood still.

He looked back at her reddish face, but her eyes fell on her left cheek.

On the smooth white and tender cheeks, four bright red scratches are more eye-catching after being soaked in hot water.

When he came back with sweetness, he had not found it.

He frowned.

"You have an injury on your face."

He reached out his hand and touched her face gently, and the bottom of her eyes flashed a fierce light.

“Did Liu Yan get it?”

Sweet and sweet, shook her head.

“No.”

“Is that the language of God?”

Wendy did not speak, and Ji Jingchen had already guessed what was going on.

His eyes were low, and he would raise his hand to remove the water vapor between the warm and sweet bee.

"It seems that next time I'll tie you in my hand to rest."

Unlock the ring of the warm and sweet head, and the long and drenched hair is hanging down.

He put a towel on her head and helped her wipe it carefully.

After the fluffy curls were wet, they kneezed together, and they did not pay off for half a day.

He frowned, helped her dry, and helped her to reason.

When it comes to knots, it is more serious to solve than sweetness.

Some dare not compliment.

He was so sweet for a while, he still hurt.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He stopped and looked at her.

Sweetie caught the place where he was hurt.

“You hurt me, I’ll do it myself.”

She pressed her head to help her comb her hair.

“Just wait for the habit.”

Warm sweet and sweet want to cry without tears, waiting hard to comb, a hairy hair exploded, like a little lion.

There are also a lot of people who have been quietly forced tore.

He silently collected the broken hair, puffed the sweet curls, and was very satisfied.

"It's better now."