After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

"Don't get up, the doctor said that you'd better lie down and rest for a few days to prevent the wound from opening."

As he said that, the man had already come to the head of the bed, held his shoulders, pushed him back on the bed, and put the quilt back on him, tucking him in.

Jiang Fan looked at the strange face in front of him, "You are..." "Oh, my name is Zeng Han, and I work under Mr. He," the young man showed a row of neat white teeth at him, "He I've been very busy these two days, so I'm here to take care of you."

Mr. He... A handsome and handsome face first came to mind.

Then he felt something was wrong.

Surname He.

Because of Zhou Cheng, Jiang Fan had a good impression of He Xiao. Although he had only met him a few times in reality, he had read a lot of information about him on the Internet in order to get to know him better. Attend photos at various occasions.

He frowned slightly. No wonder he felt that the man looked familiar last night. Both were surnamed He, and they looked somewhat similar. It seemed that they were related by blood?

"I've already told your school about your situation. A teacher came this morning. He saw that you didn't wake up and sat for a while before leaving. He said he would contact your family. Do you want to call your family?"

Jiang Fan recovered from his thoughts, his face froze, thinking of his father in a small remote town, he hurriedly sat up from the bed, his movements were strong, and he accidentally pulled a nerve in his abdomen, causing a sharp tingling pain .

"Hey, no, don't sit up..." Zeng Han didn't expect him to come suddenly, and Jiang Fan blocked the hand he stretched out before he could react in time.

Jiang Fan frowned tightly, took a deep breath, looked up at the man beside the bed, his face paled, "Can you give me my mobile phone? I want to make a call."

Zeng Han looked at him, curled his lips, hesitated for a second, then turned around to get his phone.

He took the mobile phone on the coffee table and returned to the bed, "Just tell me what you want, your body can't move around now, if anything goes wrong, I can't explain it to Mr. He."

"Thank you." Jiang Fan took the phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, tapped the dial page flexibly with his fingers, and entered a series of landline numbers.

His abdomen was still aching, he touched it with his hand, and focused all his attention on the other end of the phone.

After waiting for a while, the call was connected, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing aside, Zeng Han listened to him talking to the other end of the phone in an unknown dialect, and saw that his complexion was not very good, he sighed, turned and left the ward.

"Well, okay, you don't need to come here, I'm fine, don't worry, I'll go back to school later...Okay, I'll take care of myself...Well, hang up."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Fan took the phone from his ear, looked at the screen that automatically dimmed, and was silent for a while.

The clean and tidy ward was filled with a silent and quiet atmosphere.

Hearing that the handicapped father packed his bags and prepared to travel thousands of miles to visit him, he felt a little depressed and powerless.

After a while, Zeng Han took the doctor back to the ward and re-examined him. He was relieved when he heard that there was nothing serious.

At the same time, Huyueju.

Zhou Cheng stretched his waist just after eating the delivered lunch He Xiao fed.

The sun in early winter is warm, and the indoor temperature is not bad.

He got up and dumped the unfinished food on the table into the trash can, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

After eating enough, he felt a little sleepy after a while. Thinking that he could just take a nap before going to the hospital in the afternoon, he went up to the second floor.

After returning yesterday evening, He Xiao didn't ask anything, and of course he didn't say anything.

As for He Minnan's matter, he made insinuations. After all, it was related to his own and his mother's safety.

Of course, he knew that He Xiao, who looked indifferent to everything, was actually very sensitive, so he didn't dare to ask more, and asked about his family's situation in a very casual tone.

He Xiao obviously didn't think much, and answered casually.

It was only then that Zhou Cheng realized that his family was not a poor family as he thought, but was very prosperous after hearing the man's introduction.

Of course, what he answered was not the question, Zhou Cheng had no choice but to hold back the idea of ​​asking further in order not to make him suspicious.

He pulled up all the blackout curtains in the master bedroom, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Keke rang the doorbell three times outside the villa, but no one came to answer the door, so he just pressed the password to enter.

She knew the password, but she rarely used it. Every time she came over, she would ring the doorbell politely. Sometimes when He Xiao was at home, she would open the door for her. She would only press the password to enter when no one opened the door.

The room was quiet, she put the bag she brought with her on the sofa, and walked up the stairs with ease.

The corridor on the second floor is covered with high-grade felt, and light cotton mops step on it without making any sound.

The sun was shining brightly on the terrace, illuminating the corridor separated by a glass curtain wall.

Lin Keke went straight to the master bedroom, raised her hand and pressed the doorknob.

The dim room was suddenly illuminated by the light outside the door, and a figure raised on the bed could be vaguely seen.

She paused, then slowed down her pace, and slowly approached the big bed.

When she came to the head of the bed, her eyes touched the face that was sleeping soundly and peacefully, and her eyes full of anticipation suddenly sank.

Since she learned about that incident from him last week, she couldn't let it go for a whole week.

Even when I occasionally see a man in the company, I always think of it over and over again.

The fact that the man she admired for so long actually likes the same sex is ridiculous in itself, and she is even more of a joke.

At this moment, looking at the person lying on the bed, the depression in her heart that could not be vented seemed to finally find an outlet.

This bed, and even that person... why should he?

Since they are lovers, they must have done more intimate things long ago. Thinking of the things the two of them did on this bed, her heart felt as uncomfortable as being eaten by ants.

With burning jealousy in her eyes, she clenched her teeth, turned around and came to the window, and quickly opened the curtain halfway.

The dazzling light instantly illuminates the entire room.

Zhou Cheng usually slept on the side near the floor-to-ceiling windows. As soon as the curtains were drawn, he woke up almost immediately.

There was a glaring light outside, he opened his eyes and closed his eyes. After a while, he sat up from the bed.

The head that was still somewhat sleepy suddenly woke up when it saw the woman standing by the window with folded arms.

It is said that when rivals in love meet, they are extremely jealous.

Zhou Cheng felt that this sentence didn't quite fit the current situation, but after a while, it seemed that this sentence was the only one that fit.If it doesn't match, it doesn't match. Although he occupies the status of a lover, his feelings for He Xiao may not be as good as this woman.

It is estimated that it is not a rival in love.

"Sorry to interrupt your lunch break. I'm going to start cleaning the bedroom. How about you sleep in another room?" The woman folded her arms around her chest, looking down at him in a condescending gesture.

I don't know, I thought she was the hostess of this room.

Zhou Cheng glanced at the woman who was talking to you, but had no expression on her face. He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and checked the time, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing his face, Lin Keke had already removed all the bedding and quilt covers. He looked up and saw him, and left the room with his lips pursed while hugging the changed bedding.

Zhou Cheng didn't doubt that he was there, but felt that the girl's hostility towards him was too much, and he didn't even bother to cover it up.

He still had to go to the hospital, so he didn't care about these anymore, so he took his mobile phone and prepared to go out.

"what's wrong with you?"

As soon as she went down the stairs, Lin Keke walked over with an angry expression on her face.

Zhou Cheng stood at the stairs, looked at her angry look, and felt a little inexplicable, "What's going on?"

"Clothes, you put the clothes in the washing machine?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at the shirt in her hand, remembered that he put it in last night but forgot to take it out to dry, nodded hesitantly, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"Do you have any common sense?" Seeing him admitting, the woman immediately said, "How can you just put Mr. He's shirts in the washing machine for washing? You don't know that these clothes are all custom-made and have to be sent to the dry cleaners. Is it specially cleaned?"

"Look for yourself." She threw the clothes on Zhou Cheng's body, "How wrinkled are they?"

Zhou Cheng took the shirt thrown on him. The dark shirt was indeed wrinkled, and a button was undone at the neckline.

He was stunned.

He didn't do any housework before. Since he came here to live, because He Xiao didn't hire a servant, he just stuffed his clothes into the washing machine after taking a shower. The washing machine has its own drying function, usually Take it out the next day and dry it, just put it in the closet directly.

Yesterday, because he saw the clothes that the man had changed in the bathroom, he stuffed them into the washing machine without thinking about it.

For a person who has been pampered for 20 years, he really doesn't have common sense in this area.

Moreover, he didn't quite understand, it was just a piece of clothing, what was it worth for a woman to be so angry.

With He Xiao's status, he would have as many shirts as he wanted, and he didn't lack for them.

"I see," he nodded, and said not very concerned, "I will talk to him tonight, can I trouble you to iron this?"

The woman looked at him for a while, then snorted suddenly, as if she was laughed out of anger.

"I really don't know why he likes you. It's useless. A student like you should be looking at someone's success in career, young and good-looking, so you can't wait to jump on him, right?"

The words were harsh and harsh.

Zhou Cheng's knuckles holding the clothes tightened suddenly, and his brows became gloomy.

"Does Ms. Lin often speculate about others without evidence?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"Isn't it?" The woman raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, and felt that he had been poked into her mind, "If you didn't want him to be rich, how could you be willing to be taken care of by him?"