Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

He notified his hand to drive Lin Xi's car, he got into Lin Qian's car, Lin Qian turned to look at him, and closed his eyes.

Knowing that he must be in pain, she has suffered from gunshot wounds, and the pain cannot be described in words.

She quickly started the car and drove quickly towards home.

Back at the Elk Manor, Lin Xi was exhausted and almost fell to the ground when he got out of the car. Lin Qian stretched out his hand to support him.

Lin Xi raised his eyes at this moment, and he smiled faintly.

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

With injuries all over his body, he still said that he was fine. Lin Qian hated his toughness so much. Wouldn't it be okay if he hurt?

But this man never complained of pain or tiredness in front of her.

It's been like this since she was a child. If there is food, she will eat it first. He is hungry.

Lin Qian pursed her lips and didn't think about it. The more she thought about it, the more she loved him, and she couldn't help herself.

Lin Qian helped Lin Xi to his room, and trotted to pick up the medicine box.

When she entered the bedroom with the medicine box, she found that he had already taken a shower, his upper body was naked, and the gunshot wounds on his body and his body became more hideous.

Lin Qian's lips trembled, what did she want to say?But she is so powerless.

So he could only walk over quickly, quickly put anesthesia on him, took the bullet, and bandaged him.

She is already familiar with all this. Although she has never studied medicine, after he was injured many times, she bought medical books by herself to study.

Treating the wound, administering anesthesia, bandaging, she has practiced countless times, which is why she is so neat.

Lin Xi raised the corners of her lips, "It looks like you can go to work in the hospital."

Lin Qianshou picked up the things, threw the blood-stained gauze into the trash can, and said softly.

"I will only heal your wounds."

Lin Xi saw that her eyes changed slightly, and there seemed to be a slight throb inside, but in just a split second, he suddenly broke into a smirk.

"I'm so hurt, can I have my girlfriend come over to accompany me tonight?"

He seemed to say this on purpose to spoil the atmosphere.

There was a trace of sadness in Lin Qian's eyes, he lifted the medicine box and turned around coldly.

"Your freedom."

Lin Qian came out of Lin Xi's bedroom and slammed the door heavily, leaning her back against the door behind her.

Heartache, uncomfortable, made her a little tired.

She closed her eyes and her face was dark.

Then her cell phone rang, and she took it out to connect.

"Qianqian, I'm foster father, have you got the things? Lin Xi's phone can't be reached, is he okay?"

Because Lin Xi didn't want to answer his call.

Lin Qian hummed, and then she hung up the phone.

She held the medicine box in one hand, and tightly squeezed the phone in the other.

Lin Qian went back to her room, went into the bathroom to take a bath, and soaked in the bathtub for a long time before she seemed to regain her strength. She put away that very sad mood.

Now that Lin Xi is injured, she needs to take good care of him.

Lin Qian went downstairs, entered the kitchen, and cooked him a bowl of noodles in clear soup. This was Lin Xi's favorite food. She learned it secretly, and this was the first time she made it for him.

She came out of the kitchen with noodles and a glass of milk, ready to bring him upstairs to eat.

He was wearing a black nightgown from upstairs and downstairs, completely different from when he was treating the wound just now. At this time, he was cold, handsome and full of energy.

Lin Qian said, "I made you supper, come and eat!"

Lin Xi glanced at the noodles in her tray lightly, "No need, Mi'er is here, she brought me supper."

Mi'er is Lin Xi's girlfriend, not even a girlfriend!The ex-girlfriend would occasionally come to see Lin Xi.

Although the two broke up, they still see each other frequently.

After Lin Xi finished speaking, he strode out. After a while, he and Wen Mi'er entered the room, and Wen Mi'er was carrying a food box in his hand.

"Tin, are you okay?"

Seeing that his face was still pale, Wen Mier asked worriedly.