When Ling Haotian woke up, he felt that his energy and spirit had recovered a lot. It seemed that someone had smeared medicine on his back, and it was refreshing and cool, and the swelling and pain seemed to have completely disappeared.

He opened his eyes, and found that Bian Hui was sleeping next to him, the smell belonging to Bian Hui entered Ling Haotian's nasal cavity little by little.

Ling Haotian carefully took out the mobile phone in the patient's suit, checked the time, and was surprised to find that he had slept for two days and two nights.

Quickly unlocked the phone, checked the information, and soon found Qiye's text message.

Seventh Lord was successful in stopping the actions in the prison, but Shuang Xiong had just died and his brother was not in a good mood. After entering the prison, the prisoners in the prison found fault with them, so they teamed up to beat a dozen people to the ground .

Prisons have prison rules, and if they try to challenge the authority of the prison boss, someone will naturally clean them up.

When Xiong Er was taking a bath, someone poked four transparent holes with a sharpened toothbrush. When the prison guards came in, his body was soaked.

When Xiong San had his hair cut, his throat was almost cut. If it wasn't for Xiong's death, which made him more vigilant, and without Bian Hui's action, both of them would have died at Brother Sen's hands.

Ling Haotian turned off his mobile phone, it is true that wicked people have their own troubles.

Xiong San's skill is the weakest among the three.

Brother Xiong ran away, and no one would pay for him to file a lawsuit. When he came out, it would be more than ten years later. Even if he could live to that time, he should be short of breath.

Now is not the ancient times, the older the person, the more profound the skill, Xiong San, who will be nearly fifty years later and has been punished in prison for more than ten years, even if he doesn't want to be a man again, it will be difficult.

After replying a text message to Master Qi and thanking him, Ling Haotian put away his phone only to realize that the handcuffs he had locked on Bian Hui's arms had disappeared at some point.

Stomach growling with hunger, Ling Haotian got out of bed gently, intending to find something to eat for himself.

I opened the refrigerator with my left hand and found that there were only a few cold eggs, a few bags of milk, and a piece of pizza that had been bitten by someone.

Unexpectedly, after so long, Bian Hui is still so incapable of taking care of himself, as long as Mrs. Li is not around, he will use these things to make do with it. I really don't know how he grew so tall.

Take the pizza to the refrigerator and hold it carefully with your arms, Ling Haotian doesn't care if Bian Hui bit it, he only knows that if he doesn't eat anymore, he will starve to death.

But the sky didn't do what people wanted, Ling Haotian, who only had one hand to move, couldn't hold the pizza well.

The pizza crooked and fell to the ground...

In desperation, Ling Haotian used his legs to pick it up, but as one can imagine, not only failed to save the pizza, but also stained his liner pants.

Looking at the upside-down pizza on the ground, Ling Haotian had the urge to die, and it flew away with just such a small amount of edible food...

Ling Haotian's slippers were covered with oil stains, and between his white toes stood a small piece of oily ham, as if he was contemptuous of Ling Haotian's clumsiness.

With his stomach growling, Ling Haotian resisted the urge to kick Bian Hui awake, and walked into the bathroom.

After leaving the water for a long time, Ling Hao finally found that there was no hot water in the water heater. He punched the sink with his good hand, and Ling Haotian resigned to his fate and walked into the kitchen.

There was a new problem when igniting the fire. Natural gas was used here, and what's worse, there was no igniter...

A box of matches was left alone by the side. Ling Haotian pushed the match box away and saw that the matches inside were already moldy...

Even if Ling Haotian had two hands, he couldn't light such a match.

This is not a hospital, nor Bian Hui's villa, it should be a property in N City.

The heating is adequate, but there is not even an induction cooker. Cheng Jinying's lighter, Ling Haotian threw it to Brother Snake.

Now let alone washing the oil on your feet and linen pants with hot water, even cooking an egg to relieve your hunger is impossible...

Standing sticky by the bed, Ling Haotian stared at Bian Hui for a while, seeing that he seemed to be soundly asleep, he secretly put his hand into Bian Hui's pocket.

He couldn't find the lighter on his upper body, Ling Haotian frowned, and put his hand into Bian Hui's crotch.

This person doesn't even take off his coat when he sleeps, it's really annoying.

His fingers touched a hard object, which seemed to be a lighter, but most of the fuselage was pressed by Bian Hui's legs. Ling Haotian dug it out for a long time, but he couldn't get it out. He didn't care if he would wake Bian Hui up, so he pushed it with his hand. , Bian Hui's body changed from sleeping on his side to lying on his back...

When Ling Haotian was happy to get the lighter, he was hugged by Bian Hui.

"Ah~!" Ling Haotian was pressed to the wound on his arm by his own weight. Fortunately, he simply wiped off the oil stain on his pants with a towel, and it was now dry, otherwise this bed would not be able to sleep anyone.

Bian Hui opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ling Haotian's face close at hand, and kissed Ling Haotian's lips habitually.

She said beautifully, "Good morning baby." Then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

"It's as early as you." Ling Haotian bumped Bian Hui's nose with his head, "Let go of me, my arm hurts like hell."

Bian Hui's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes after a few seconds. God knows just now, he thought he was in a dream...

"Are you awake?" Bian Hui let go of Ling Haotian, and the cool expression returned to his face.

"I woke up a long time ago." Ling Haotian sat up carefully, looked at the wound on his arm, and saw that there was no new blood, so he was relieved, "I dropped the pizza on the ground, is there a call for takeaway? Order something to eat."

Bian Hui rubbed his face, "Let me get you something to eat. There are only pizza and KFC delivery here. They are all greasy things, not suitable for you."

"Thank you."

Bian Hui didn't like Ling Haotian's thank you very much, so he took off Ling Haotian's oil-stained linen pants, and wrapped Ling Haotian, who was only wearing shorts, into the quilt, "Wait a minute, it will be ready soon."

"Well, it's troublesome."

Veins appeared on Bian Hui's head, he knew that Ling Haotian was deliberately pulling the distance away from him, but he still held back his anger and opened the refrigerator, venting all the fire on the beaten eggs.

After mixing the water and cooking another pot of rice, when Bian Hui returned to the house, he found that Ling Haotian was wearing the pants of the hospital gown, squatting on the ground and cleaning up the pizza on the floor, the fire in his heart couldn't be contained.

Going forward, he directly picked up the man and threw him onto the bed. Bian Hui said with a serious face, "Do you have to separate yourself from me so that you feel better? Why don't you hold the pants soaked in the basin with one hand?" Wash it too, then I will be your hero."

Ling Haotian was taken aback, he had to say that he was actually a little afraid of Bian Hui, once Bian Hui changed his face, he didn't dare to speak.

But Bian Hui is different from Cheng Jinying, he can enjoy Cheng Jinying's care with peace of mind, but Bian Hui can't.

If he was still with Bian Hui, then he might be able to accept it with peace of mind, but now he is at most a sick person borrowed from a friend's house, and it is actually right to do what he can.

After Bian Hui yelled, he regretted it, picked him up horizontally, walked into the bathroom, put Ling Haotian on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Stretch out your hand."

Ling Haotian stretched out his oily hand.

Bian Hui turned on the faucet and washed it with one finger and another for Ling Haotian. He soaped the soap twice.

Ling Haotian stood in the bathroom, stared blankly for a while, then obediently returned to the bed and lay down on his stomach.

About ten minutes later, Bian Hui came in with egg custard and rice, and put them on the bedside table.

"I'll eat it later, it's hot now." The black-faced god who was yelling at people with a black face just now is gone, replaced by a careful 'nanny'.

Bian Hui moved a small stool for Ling Haotian, and put it beside the bed, "I know you won't let me feed it, so I won't be bored, just eat with a spoon, sit on the stool, and don't eat it on your body."

After Bian Hui finished explaining, he went to clean up the pizza that fell on the floor without waiting for Ling Haotian to answer.

Ling Haotian looked at Bian Hui in disgust, threw the pizza into the trash can, then wiped off all the oil on the floor with a wet toilet paper, then went into the bathroom to wash his pants.

Ling Haotian smelled the fragrant egg custard, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Taking out his mobile phone, he still didn't receive any message from Cheng Jinying. Ling Haotian couldn't bear it, and sent a text message to Cheng Jinying: Jinying, I miss you...

The notification tone of the text message sounded soon, and Ling Haotian clicked on the text message in surprise, only to see that it read:

'Where are you?I'm coming to you. '

"Bian Hui, where is this?"

Bian Hui's body froze, and he stared at the pants in the basin for a long time before continuing to wash, "114, No. 311, XX Road."

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