love addiction

But Tang Mianmian had already turned around, walked to Long Yejue's side, and helped him up, with a cold expression and a cold voice, "Let's go, let's get in the car."

Long Yejue took a look at Jiang Limo before following Tang Mianmian into the car.

When the car drove away, Jiang Limo just recovered from the indifference just now, and chased a few steps.

He wanted to say, Tang Mianmian, if you want to leave this man, I can help you...

Or, I leave you.

It's just that the car has gone far away, and he can't do anything he can do.

Lost in vain.

Maybach, as soon as he got into the car, Long Yejue shook off her hand that was supporting him.

That attitude, as if she was a virus, should not be avoided.

Tang Mianmian looked at Kong Kong's hand, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said to Lan Xiu, "Lan Xiu, call the doctor to wait at home, his wound is bleeding again."

"Yes." Lan Xiu immediately followed suit.

Long Yejue glanced at Tang Mianmian indifferently, "Don't pretend to care, I won't accept that."

"Since you don't eat it, just treat it as a stranger's behavior." Tang Mianmian said indifferently.

Since you don't care, why should you care if she is hypocritical?
Tang Mianmian turned her back, tried not to look at him, took off Lan Xiu's coat, returned it to him, and put on her own coat again.

The clothes should have been urgently sent by Jiang Limo to the laundromat for drying, and they still had the unique fragrance of washing liquid from the laundromat, and they didn't even have time to pick up the brand name.

She squeezed it together, took out her phone and turned it on.

Indeed, as Jiang Limo said, the phone has been repaired, everything is still there, and nothing is lost.

But she felt that a big piece was missing, and she couldn't put together the incomplete shape no matter what.

All the way back to the villa without a word, the doctor was already waiting, and Long Yejue was sweating coldly on his forehead because of his forbearance during this period.

The white shirt has been stained a large area of ​​red, and even the trousers and belt around the waist are stained with deep red blood.

Tang Mianmian frowned, and subconsciously reached out to hold his wound, trying to help stop the bleeding...

But with this touch, Long Yejue snorted, "Tang Mianmian, are you trying to kill me?"

He almost gritted his teeth and asked this sentence.

Based on Tang Mianmian's understanding of him, this man must have been in unbearable pain to ask such a question.

Tang Mianmian withdrew her hand and said flatly, "Yes, so you should be on guard against me."

Lan Xiu was almost drunk when he heard it.

It was clearly Miss Tang who wanted to stop his bleeding, so she pressed his wound. How could it change the taste in the mouths of the two of them?

The tempers of these two people are really choking.

One stubborn, one unyielding...

It seems that there is still a long battle to be fought.

Several doctors surrounded Long Yejue, cleaned the wound, and re-sewed it up. It was an hour later.

Every doctor who came out looked angry and anxious.

Especially the doctor in charge of Long Yejue, when he saw Lan Xiu, he began to complain, "The wound that was cleaned up yesterday, why did it look like this today? Didn't you say you should be careful? Are you going to die? What if the wound gets worse? what to do?"

Facing the accusation, Lan Xiu could only apologize, "I'm sorry, Jue Shao has been in a bad mood for the past two days and stayed up all night, which caused the wound to bleed."

"Didn't sleep all night? As a patient, the most important thing is to rest. Without rest, how can I recover my resistance?!" The doctor was even more furious when he heard that, "If the patient doesn't cooperate like this, I won't care about it."

"We will monitor it." Lan Xiu promised.

The doctor left angrily.

Tang Mianmian hurried over and asked nervously, "You just said that Long Yejue stayed up all night, what's the matter? Didn't he come back early last night?"

Lan Xiu looked at her helplessly, "It's better for you to ask Young Master Jue personally about this matter, I can't tell."

Do not say……

Is it unspeakable?

Because Long Yejue and Dai Feier were lingering overnight?
She lowered her face and stopped asking, but turned and went back to the room.

Lan Xiu sighed heavily. With Jue Shao's temper, he would never tell Tang Mianmian that he looked for her all night.

He even came forward to find that person.

Forget it, who can participate in the matter of these two people?
In the room, Long Yejue was already on his IV and was in a light sleep.

Tang Mianmian relaxed her movements, took her clothes and took a shower.

The smell of medicine all over her body made her feel uncomfortable.

He came out refreshed, and finished the first set of potions. According to the mark on it, she replaced him with a second bottle.

Standing by the bed again, I saw this strange yet familiar him.

That scene last night was so poignant.

She also experienced his feelings back then.

Just that one moment, she was so uncomfortable that she was about to die.

This man must have been very desperate at the beginning, when she needed her most, she turned and left, and left without mercy.

As he said, trampling his ego on the soles of his feet...

Therefore, she does not deserve to mention the word self-esteem.

Sighing heavily, Tang Mianmian turned and went downstairs.

Lan Xiuxiu was instructing the kitchen to make dinner for Long Yejue, and Tang Mianmian rolled up his sleeves to make porridge.

And cooked a big pot of porridge.

Lan Xiu was a little confused when he saw the pot of porridge, "Why is Miss Tang making so much porridge?"

Tang Mianmian replied without raising her eyes, "You'll know in a while."

Lan Xiu was even more suspicious.

a while?Could it be that Jue Shao can eat so much?Even if you beat him to death, you won't believe it!
While cooking porridge, Tang Mianmian did not forget to go upstairs to see if his drip was finished.

After running back and forth like this several times, I went upstairs with a bowl of porridge that was said to be good for wounds.

Lan Xiu looked at the big pot of porridge left, and wondered if he should ask his brothers to divide it up, since he couldn't finish it anyway.

Long Yejue just woke up after the last set of medicine was infused. The nurse took the needle for him, and Tang Mianmian came in with the porridge.

Long Yejue, who was planning to take a rest, lifted the quilt and got up immediately after seeing her.

"After finishing this bowl of porridge, go back to work." Tang Mianmian advised lightly.

Long Yejue frowned and looked at Tang Mianmian.

From the moment he found her in the hospital, she was so cold, as if he owed her millions.

Who owes whom?
It was fine to leave without saying a word last night, but when he returned home after dealing with Dafeier, he found that she was not at home.

He still deeply remembers the mood at that moment, and the only thought that popped into his mind was that this woman ran away!
He rarely experienced that kind of furious and disappointed mood, but every time it was because of Tang Mianmian!

Like going crazy, braving the rain, searching all over the world.

But I just couldn't find where this woman went.

In the end, he had to go to that person for help, only to find out that she was in the hospital.

The anger in my heart was replaced by worry in an instant, and I didn't care to catch my breath, and rushed to the hospital to find her without stopping.

In the end, what greeted him was such an expression.

Does Long Yejue owe her Tang Mianmian in this life? !

Or did he dote on her too much, making her so lawless that he didn't take her seriously?

Even in just one day, hooked up with Jiang Limo, talking and laughing?
This is what he can't stand the most!

Therefore, at this moment, he is not in a good mood, and her cold look has stimulated Long Yejue even more.

I said earlier that I came back to find her to take revenge on her, so there's no need for him to treat her well!
Long Yejue narrowed his black eyes, took the porridge he handed over, and mercilessly dumped it in the trash can in front of her.

Tang Mianmian's eyes fell on the steaming wrinkle of the trash can, and it took him a long time to turn around and go downstairs.

So it's over?
Didn't cry?No complaints?Didn't even look at him, not even a disappointed look?
Long Yejue's face darkened, he put on his coat and went downstairs.

Tang Mianmian brought out another bowl of porridge, still indifferent, and handed it to him.

You still don't give up, do you?

Gritting his teeth, Long Yejue poured out the porridge without changing his face again.

Tang Mianmian frowned, then regained her composure, took the bowl from his hand, and went back to the kitchen.

So back and forth...

A total of fifteen trips were made.

She carries it, he pours it.

The two of them didn't say anything, Long Yejue sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and just fell down with a smile on his face.

But Tang Mianmian just repeated the action indifferently.

Lan Xiu finally understood why Tang Mianmian had to cook such a big pot of porridge just now.

Feelings are for pouring over to Young Master Jue...

Now that you know Jue Shao is going to pour, why cook so much?

Lan Xiu couldn't figure it out, it was hard to guess what a woman was thinking.

Tang Mianmian filled the last bowl of porridge into the bowl, took a deep breath when he picked it up, and returned to the hall.

"Are you still determined?" Long Yejue asked contemptuously, "I won't eat what you cook."

Tang Mianmian was not hurt by his words, but instead asked, "If Young Master Jue treats me as an irrelevant person, then you will drink this porridge. If Young Master Jue cares too much about me, he keeps pouring it Porridge, then I will bear it!"

care?

care! !
She said she cared!
He cares about her!

fuck care!

Only ghosts care about her!

Long Yejue was furious, and replied directly, "Are you daydreaming? Tang Mianmian! How could I care about you!"

"Since you don't care, then treat me as a stranger, as a servant, and you have to drink this porridge." Tang Mianmian replied in a flat tone, with calm eyes that annoyed him.

How could she be so calm!

Why did she say this to him?

Did he not drink to prove what she said just now, because he cared about her?

Go to hell!

Long Yejue gritted his teeth and took it, "It's a good suggestion to treat you as a servant, even in my eyes, you are not even a servant."

After speaking, he calmly drank the porridge.

Tang Mianmian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, trying to suppress the sourness in her eyes.

It's no big deal, a servant should be a servant, at least it's better than a mistress.

Lan Xiu had to admire Tang Mianmian's courage, she dared to provoke Long Yejue like this.

And it was also the first time he saw how aggrieved Jue Shao had no choice but to drink porridge.

When Tang Mianmian returned to the kitchen, she felt physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to keep something for herself, but she didn't eat much all day anyway.

But looking at the empty pot, she could only sigh silently.

After touching his lower abdomen, he felt a sense of powerlessness, so he could only fumble and cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

When he came out after eating and filling his stomach, Long Yejue had already gone upstairs, and there was an empty bowl he had finished drinking on the coffee table.

Tang Mianmian twitched the corner of her mouth for a rare moment, as if she was smiling, but at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, she went upstairs.

Long Yejue was lying in the bedroom, receiving physical therapy from the wound healing device.

The clothes were slightly open, and the sutured wound was particularly frightening.