Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

The Zhanjue glanced at his body and asked:

"Do you think I can really fall asleep like this?"

Su Qiao's eyes fell on him, only to find that his upper body was lying naked, and there were beads of sweat on his muscular chest muscles.

The white shirt under his body was also soaked, making him uncomfortable at first glance.

So Zhan Jue meant that she wanted her to take care of him?

Zhan Jue looked at her and said, "Don't worry, I will sleep naturally after I deal with it."

There was still a little lack of breath in his voice, obviously extremely tired, and he was silently assuring him.

Su Qiao frowned. If the patient lying on the bed was another patient, of course she could take care of him like a normal doctor, and she could easily change his clothes.

But the lying warlord...

She always felt weird in her heart and was thinking of a way.

Seeing that she was not moving, the Zhanjue stared at her and asked:

"Are you sure you want to spend like this?"

He doesn't really have much energy...

Su Qiao glanced at him, then got up and walked into the master bedroom.

Thinking of tonight's plan, and after a tiring day, she also had sweat stains all over her body. After a simple wash, she changed into a set of pajamas.

The pajamas are a black suspender skirt that reaches to the ankle, and a gown of the same color is put on outside, covering the arms and the whole body, cold and indifferent.

Then, she took a thin blanket from the closet and walked out.

The Warlord was waiting for her and was visibly shocked to see her in her pajamas.

In the past, in front of him, she would wear jeans and a top, very conservative, but tonight...

Su Qiao didn't say much, she didn't seem to care about these things at all, it was just relaxing at night.

She tore off the white shirt under Zhanjue and threw it into the trash can, then took a towel and threw it on him.

"You wipe it yourself, and I can cover you with a quilt."

This is her biggest concession.

Zhan Jue frowned, it seemed that it would be as difficult as heaven to ask her to take care of her intimately.

but……

She covered him with a quilt?

That picture seems pretty good too.

Even though Zhan Jue was weak all over and his veins were still aching, he still gritted his teeth and wiped his body with a handkerchief.

From forehead to face, to chin, collarbone, chest.

He was in good shape, tight and muscular.

But any individual woman who reads it will definitely become a nympho, and even want to cling to him.

But Su Qiao was standing by the side, as if she was looking at a piece of wood, without any emotion, and a little impatient.

Zhan Jue's expression turned cold uncontrollably, and he threw away the towel after wiping it casually.

Then lie quietly on the sofa, waiting for her to cover him with the quilt.

Su Qiao opened the thin blanket, stood there, and threw it at him.

The quilt fell on him with certainty, covering his body from the shoulders down.

He didn't even bend his waist during the whole process, nor did he show any concern...

Zhanjue frowned, is this the end?

This seems different than imagined.

Su Qiao still looked at him condescendingly: "Now I can sleep in peace."

Warlord...

She should have thought that this was the case, Su Qiao was always Su Qiao.

But her willingness to stay here tonight is already an improvement.

He didn't care about her, and simply closed his eyes to rest.

It may be that people are often more emotional when they are in pain.

Some things that shouldn't be thought of came to his mind uncontrollably.

Growing up, he grew up and took care of himself alone.

There was even a night of lightning and thunder, and he suddenly had a high fever, lying on a small bed and unable to get up.

He called the servant downstairs hoarsely and called the servant's phone, but no one answered.

It rained heavily that night, slapping the windows and banging, drowned out by the thunder outside.

He thought, maybe even if he died in that rainy night, no one would find him.

Even if they found out the next day, what they got in return were those sarcastic words:

"It's finally dead, and I won't have to see him again in the future!"

"It's better to die early, so that you don't have to live forever, and remind the world that that kind of scum once appeared in our Zhan family!"

At that time, he was lying in the same way, lying on the bed for three days and three nights, and no one cared about him.

This has been the case for decades, and every time he gets sick, he has survived like this. What is he expecting now?Do you expect someone to take care of him attentively and sincerely?

What's more, it's Su Qiao, a Su Qiao who hates him to the bone.

Zhan Jue's thin lips couldn't help but sneer bitterly.

Su Qiao was sitting on the stool next to him, waiting for him to fall asleep, but she noticed that the eyeballs under Zhan Jue's eyelids were moving.

After people close their eyes, if the brain is still thinking or thinking about things, the eyeballs will turn naturally.

He hasn't slept yet, still thinking about something?

After Su Qiao thought about it, she couldn't help reminding:

"Your physique is too weak, it is best to rest as soon as possible, otherwise you may not have the energy to face tomorrow's pain."

The last sentence, don't have some deep meaning.

But at this time, no one heard it.

Zhan Jue opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Su Qiao calmly.

"Why, are you concerned about me?"

Su Qiao looked directly at him and replied, "You should know my answer."

The Warlord frowned.

Her answer was that she would not allow Jiang Si to die without hearing from him.

If she knew Jiang Si's address, would she leave regardless of his life?

Su Qiao seemed to see what he was thinking, moved the stool forward two inches, sat on the edge of the sofa and tucked the quilt for him.

"Don't worry, you are Zhan's family after all, I will be more or less sympathetic."

The body of Zhanjue lying on the sofa froze for a moment.

She just... Tucked the quilt around his shoulders?

That natural action seemed to really care about him.

Moreover, Su Qiao is sitting by the sofa right now, very close to him, he can even smell the faint girlish fragrance on her body.

The heart that was still cold before suddenly shone with a little warmth.

Even though his whole body was still in severe pain, there was still a smile on the corner of his lips.

If it was the first day, even if he died here, Su Qiao might not care about him.

But now she is willing to stay and get closer.

It seems that getting along these few days is more or less meaningful.

If it takes longer...

Zhan Jue's eyes fell on Su Qiao again, and he said softly:

"Promise me you'll stay here tonight."

Su Qiao frowned and was about to speak, but before she could speak, Zhan Jue added:

"When I'm threatening you with Jiang Si."

In the deep voice, there was no paranoia and threat in the past, but an imperceptible pleading.

After Su Qiao thought for a while, she nodded, "Okay."

Zhan Jue finally smiled, and the corners of his thin lips twitched, which was different from the temperature in the past.

He closed his eyes, as if he had relaxed a lot, and calmly experienced the feeling of someone guarding the bedside.

This feeling is the first time, very good.

Moreover, Su Qiao was still wearing her pajamas, so she was obviously going to rest tonight, without any precautions.

Gradually, amidst the torture of pain and self-relaxation, he gradually fell asleep.

Su Qiao looked at his face, it was much softer than the cold and hard face in the past.

Just like a simple man next door, without any offensive power.

If his origins were different, perhaps the Warlord might not really be a demon.

And it's time for her to have a good chat with him.

Su Qiao's palms tightened, and she began to wait, quietly.

During the past few days with Zhan Jue, living in this master bedroom, she has discovered all the angles of the monitoring installation, and based on that sense of surveillance, she has learned about the staff's shift change.

She has a natural sensitivity, if there is monitoring she may not be able to detect it, but if someone is staring at her during the monitoring, her sixth sense will clearly remind her that someone is there.