Chapter 377

Taking the empty bottle in her hand, Qin Yanchen turned and helped her hold a bowl.

Qiao Ansheng's appetite is actually very small. After eating a bowl of porridge, he is basically not very hungry. Therefore, at the moment, he holds his eyelids and looks at Qin Yanchen hanging porridge for her.

The dim yellow light fainted on his face, which made president Qin, who had always been cold and ice in front of people, look a little too beautiful now.

Qiao Ansheng had enough to eat and drink. In addition to the slight stretching pain of the nerves in her stomach, she was almost full of blood and resurrected. She held her cheek and looked at Qin Yanchen attentively.

"I suddenly feel so happy..."

"Huh?"

Qin Yanchen was stirring the porridge for her. He looked at the man lying on his lap with some doubts.

Qin Yanchen felt a little funny. What happened to the girl? She felt very happy when she drank a bowl of porridge under such simple conditions.

He shook his head and handed Qiao Ansheng the dried porridge.

Qiao Ansheng took the things in his hand. She held the jar. Her apricot eyes glittered in the light, like the brightest stars in the sky.

"I don't know why, probably because President Qin, who is so powerful in the eyes of others, is cooking porridge for me and taking care of me..."

The rainstorm outside did not affect the sweetness of Qiao Ansheng's smile.

A pair of dimples suddenly appeared. Qin Yanchen's heart was filled with her smile. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Qiao Ansheng tasted the temperature of the porridge and it was no longer hot. She straightened up and handed the porridge to Qin Yanchen's lips again: "I'm not hungry, I want to watch you eat now..."

She urged, "I've tasted it for you. It's not hot. Eat it quickly!"

Qiao Ansheng's whole body is much cleaner than that in the afternoon. It has always been men who wiped it for her, and then look at each other, although he still looks like the same.

But the red blood in his eyes did not subside much, and his hair was not as meticulous as before, but a little messy. His shirt was set on him, unspeakably messy.

Qiao Ansheng was distressed and knew that he was mostly taking care of himself all afternoon.

The rain outside did not weaken at all. Lightning one after another reflected the whole sky into day. The roof of the cabin was creaking with the wind.

After the meal, Qin Yanchen cleaned up his things and turned to see Qiao Ansheng lying in the quilt, looking at himself without blinking.

Her eyes were still wet, but her little face was red by the fire, and her white skin was like a good shelled litchi.

His eyebrows and eyes were soft. He smiled and walked over: "what's the matter?"

Qiao Ansheng had a faint pain in her stomach. She frowned and pressed it. The biting pain whizzed to the nerves.

The thorn made her quickly withdraw her hand.

It's not that he can't bear it enough, but Qiao Ansheng always wants to tease Qin Yanchen with these minor diseases and disasters.

Men's emotions are too introverted. It's only at this time that they show some abnormal emotions.

Qiao Ansheng's eyes turned around in a dark circle, flat mouth, some listless look: "my stomach hurts."

Qin Yanchen frowned slightly and immediately took off his shoes and sat on the hard bed board.

He sat up straight and stretched out his hands to the poor man lying there on the bed: "do you want me to rub it?"

In the afternoon, when he wiped Qiao Ansheng's body, he checked the wound, but he didn't find any ointment at that time. Qin Yanchen didn't dare to rub it for her.

Now I have rested for a while. I don't know how the injury is. It seems that Qiao Ansheng has recovered a lot.

Qiao Ansheng nodded and smiled like a child who got candy: "want..."

She happily opened the quilt, got up and shrank into his arms.

The man's character is very cold, but his body temperature is several degrees higher than ordinary people. Leaning against him at the moment is like leaning against a warm stove.

Qin Yanchen asked Qiao Ansheng to rest his arm flat and lie on his leg. He freed his other hand and lifted Qiao Ansheng's dress hem: "good, don't move. Let me see how it is."

Qiao Ansheng really stood still.

After the corners of the clothes were opened, the skin under the clothes was as white as jade, with a faint luster, except for a dark blue in the right abdomen.

The bruise was blue and purple. Under the blue and purple, there was a blood red bruise.

Just from the ferocious color, we can see how much pain Qiao Ansheng had to endure at that time.

Between the line of life and death, if the person tries harder or deviates from the position, I'm afraid it's more than congestion.

Such a serious injury, but his baby suffered for him without saying a word.

Qin Yanchen's fingers trembled slightly. He touched them gently for a long time, like carefully touching a rare treasure that could be broken at any time: "does it hurt?"

Qiao Ansheng blinked, thought for a moment, and then replied, "I didn't feel it at first, but now I feel terrible pain."

Such a large area of bruise had no medicinal oil. Qin Yanchen didn't dare to knead it for her, so he had to carefully cover the corners of his clothes again.

Then he pulled the quilt and wrapped Qiao Ansheng's whole tightly, and then he dared to hold it in his arms.

"Next time I let you go, you'll go, you know?"

Qiao Ansheng twisted her body uncomfortable in the quilt. She wanted to comfort the man, but she was caught off guard and bumped into the man's dark pupil.

A man's expression is rare and serious.

Even though he is usually indifferent to others, it is rare that Qiao Ansheng's words are blocked in his chest and frightened by his expression.

The man clenched her hand, his eyes fixed and hot: "only you are good, I can live."

His thin lips opened gently, and every word was with great strength: "do you understand?"

Qiao Ansheng was frightened by his spirit and nodded along his eyes.

When the man saw that she had promised, he was relieved, relieved, grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips.

The crackling sound of wood burning in the house, mixed with the loud rain outside the window, strangely formed a quiet atmosphere.

There was only one quilt on the bed, all wrapped around Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng shrank in the quilt. Some distressed men were frozen outside, so she struggled and pouted her lips: "still uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen's eyebrow suddenly became nervous: "where is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Ansheng stretched out her hand from the tightly wrapped quilt. She glanced at the quilt wrapped around her body.

The tone is unspeakable dislike: "the quilt is uncomfortable. I want you to lie down and hold..."