My Professor Shen

In a half-dream and half-awake state, Shen Qingchuan heard a lot of Jiang Ling's broken thoughts, and she who rarely showed her heart in front of others, at this moment her heart and eyes were all about the girl at the door.

Mother Lu and Lu Linshen have completely opposite temperaments. The wife of the Lu family, who lives a reclusive life all day long, has lagged behind in news, and has never seriously understood this so-called engagement partner.

Her scrutinizing eyes fell on Jiang Ling, and seeing her unique dress, she couldn't help smiling, a trace of understanding flashed across her bright eyes, and said softly: "I'll go and see if Xiaolu is awake. .”

Father Lu cleared his throat, apparently wanting to tell him something more.

Lu Mu grabbed his wrist, "Don't make trouble here."

When passing by the door, Jiang Ling's hands and feet had no place to rest with that teasing gaze.

Dr. Liu pushed the frame on the bridge of the nose, the lens reflected the light of wisdom, "I'll go and see how Miss Lu is doing."

Ah San pressed down on the brim of her hat, and said solemnly, "I'll go and see why breakfast hasn't been served yet."

After finishing speaking, the two of them ran away in a flash, and Ah San closed the door very intimately, moved her lips, and silently said "Come on".

Jiang Ling pressed her forehead against the wall, with her back to the hospital bed, and remained silent.

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, his raised arm was slightly sour, and he said with a more emphatic tone: "Hug."

Jiang Ling lowered her head, quickly ran into her warm embrace, and rubbed her sweetheart's temples with her cheek.

"Hiss~" The weak Shen Qingchuan whimpered in pain, almost unable to bear the heavy enthusiasm.

Jiang Ling hurriedly let go of her hand and said repeatedly: "Sister, I'm sorry..."

A pair of hands kept touching her body, and sparks seemed to ignite wherever she went. A wry smile appeared on Shen Qingchuan's lips, and she closed her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Jiang Ling was really obedient and stopped moving, and only the palm rested in the right position.

There was warmth on her chest, and the temperature of her palm was pressed to her heart through the cloth. Shen Qingchuan stared at the top of her head, gritted her teeth, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Ling's eyes were a little dull, her knuckles curled up involuntarily, and she said without thinking, "I miss you."

There seemed to be a flash of electricity on the back, Shen Qingchuan trembled, and slapped away those misbehaving hands in embarrassment, just when he was about to reprimand her, he saw her shoulders shrug.

Shen Qingchuan's shame and anger dissipated quickly, and he pressed his lips against Jiang Ling's hair, kissed it lightly, and said softly, "Why are you crying? Are you a little crybag?"

Jiang Ling felt the vibration in her chest, and all her helplessness was annihilated in that shallow sigh. She buried her face in the other's neck and held back for a while, "I didn't cry."

His voice was hoarse and hoarse, dampness was evident on his neck, Shen Qingchuan hummed lightly without asking why.

The two hugged each other and did not let go, as if they wanted to make up for the time. After a long time, Shen Qingchuan said slowly: "I'm hungry."

Jiang Ling got up, calmly said: "Then I'll go out and remind you."

Seeming to be a little unhappy, Shen Qingchuan keenly captured her emotions, and thought to himself: Why are you so awkward.

Shen Qingchuan grabbed her wrist with great strength, and when Jiang Ling fell unprepared and fell on the edge of the bed, her slender arms wrapped around her neck, her back straightened, and she pushed her lips up.

Jiang Ling squinted her eyes comfortably, bent down, retracted her arms, and locked the woman in her arms.

The fingertips were hot and the air was boiling. It was a warm and comforting kiss.

Shen Qingchuan was forced to straighten her back, her lower abdomen was tense, when the other party opened her teeth and wanted to deepen it, she was caught off guard and retreated.

With her foreheads touching, she panted, "I'm so tired."

Forgive her for not eating for a few days and not being able to compete with the lively young man.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and said softly, "I'll go get breakfast right away."

Shen Qingchuan bent his eyes, and touched his lips as if rewarding, "Thank you for your hard work, my fiancee."

Jiang Ling's face turned red suddenly, and her eyes were sore from the surging heat.

Shen Qingchuan stared at her fleeing back, laughing so presumptuously for the first time.

Breakfast time is even more boring.

Shen Qingchuan half leaned against the head of the bed as if he had no bones, with a tissue on his neckline.

"Ah—" Jiang Ling coaxed, bringing the spoon of porridge to her lips.

Shen Qingchuan felt uncomfortable all over, and muttered: "I'm not paralyzed." She reached out to take the spoon, and made enough food and clothing by herself.

Jiang Ling's face darkened, pretending to be serious, "Fiancee, be obedient."

Shen Qingchuan: "..."

But she still chose to satisfy Jiang Ling's desire to take care of her, one mouthful after another, seeing that most of the bowl of porridge was gone, Shen Qingchuan touched her obviously swollen belly and said, "I'm full."

"There's still half a bowl left." Jiang Ling didn't seem to believe her appetite, worrying like an old mother.

Shen Qingchuan pulled off the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, "You haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Ling wanted to feed her again.

Shen Qingchuan raised his hand in surrender, pulled her hand into the quilt, and explained, "I'm not lying to you, I'm really full."

With her palms curved, Jiang Ling closed her eyes, and reluctantly put down the bowl.

Shen Qingchuan rested his elbow on the small table, looked at her with bright eyes, and joked: "I found that you have the attributes of an old mother."

Jiang Ling swallowed the porridge unhurriedly, tilting her head to express her bewilderment.

"How about..." Shen Qingchuan smiled, "Have a baby?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" There was an earth-shattering cough in the room.

Shen Qingchuan patted her on the back, seeing her blushing face, handing water and tissue at the same time, he said distressedly: "No birth, no birth, I'm just kidding, why are you in a hurry."

Jiang Ling became even more anxious when she heard that, she squeezed her wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Health."

Ah San, who had finished chatting downstairs, had just arrived at the door, and said loudly, "What happened?"

The two broke up as soon as they touched each other. Shen Qingchuan straightened his hair and said, "Third Uncle, good morning."

"Good morning, ladies." Ah San took off her hat, revealing brand-new scars on her face, some of which had grown tender red flesh.

Not only that, Shen Qingchuan also observed that his solid forearm was wrapped with a bandage, and his little finger was stuck to a Band-Aid. His eyes darkened, and he asked, "Is the injury serious?"

Ah San scratched the back of her head and smiled honestly, "It doesn't matter, I fell off the roof during the fight."

The firewood has been soaked in hydrocyanic acid solution in advance, so the skin is dry and the inside is moist. The amount volatilized at room temperature is not lethal, and may cause drowsiness, dizziness, and chest tightness.

On the second day after the incident, the other party probably wanted to destroy the evidence, but Ah San happened to be caught by the guard.

Jiang Ling briefly described the investigation, with a stern look in her eyes.

Shen Qingchuan shook her icy fingertips, and said coldly: "What about others?"

"Run away." Ah San said in a deep voice, and handed out the phone after speaking.

Within the radar search range, a red dot was slowly moving, and then suddenly disappeared.

-

Shen Ming shook the red wine glass in his hand, and looked coldly at the subordinate who was prostrate in front of him, it was not so much a human being, it was more like a puddle of meat.

His face was bruised and swollen from the beating, his clothes were all in tatters, he was shot in the left calf, blood gushed out, his right hand was fractured, and his wrist was turned over.

Shen Ming took half a step back, and said in disgust, "How did you come back?"

"Escaped, escaped." The subordinate lowered his head even deeper.

"How can you be sure no one is following you?"

"Master, I, I hid in the woods for three days..."

"Procrastinate." Shen Ming waved his hand, and a trace of unbearable flashed in Ah Wen's eyes.

"Young Master! Young Master! Please!" As if he knew his fate, he struggled to crawl forward. The black blood stains dragged on the ground for a long, long time. He seemed to want to grab Shen Ming's trouser legs and grab the last chance of life .

"Master..." Arwen turned his head and persuaded, "We are very short of people now."

The subordinate looked up at him gratefully.

At the door, the butler walked in without looking sideways, as if he was used to this scene.

"Master, good news." He smiled.

"Oh? Tell me." Shen Ming said lazily.

The trousers were suddenly clenched, he poured a glass of wine, the alcohol seeped into the wound, and the person on the ground let out a muffled groan.

The housekeeper smiled brightly, "The young master has fulfilled his wish, and Shen Qingchuan is gone."

The silence is boundless silence, no one dares to speak.

"Crack!" The glass smashed to pieces on the ground, and the person lying on the ground trembled.

Shen Ming pressed his heart, suddenly felt empty, a little tear seemed to flash in the corner of his eyes, and was quickly covered by hoarse laughter.

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today." Shen Ming wiped his hands and spoke in a calm manner.

"Thank you, young master, thank you young master..." The subordinate seemed to be ignorant of the pain, and slammed his head on the ground hard, blood and sweat irritated his retinas, and his eyes were blurred.

Immediately, several people rushed up around him and scanned his whole body with metal detectors.

"Dididi——" An alarm sounded on the chest, and a tracker half the size of a palm was found.

"Thigh." Shen Ming glanced at it, and had to admit that the other party was very smart, but unfortunately there were signal blocks for several kilometers around.

The subordinate had a one-centimeter incision on the inner thigh, and a chip tracker was stitched underneath.

Without any anesthesia measures, the blade of the dagger was shining coldly, and it stabbed straight into the wound. The tip of the knife gouged out several times, and a cry of extreme pain resounded through the hall, startling the little bird perched on the tree branch.

Shen Ming yawned, Ah Wen pushed him away, but he was paralyzed in the lower body.

But no one noticed the tiny needle holes hidden in the subordinate's hair.

-

Jiang Ling peeled off a piece of apple and handed it to Shen Qingchuan's lips. The latter chewed with his mouth in his mouth, without taking his eyes off the computer screen for a second.

She glanced at it secretly. It was an English interface, which seemed to be related to architectural design. "Sister, what are you up to?"

Shen Qingchuan frowned, and replied, "I always feel that the holiday villa looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

After contemplating for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of an old friend who could help——the magical Bivis.

The keyboard was crackling, and Shen Qingchuan looked focused, "Dear friend: I have a heartless request..."

A few minutes later, the mouse clicked to send, and she stretched with a relaxed expression.

Ah San rushed in hastily, "Miss, there are people from the Shen family again."

"Again? Have they come many times?" Shen Qingchuan asked.

Jiang Ling: "Counting this time, there are six times in total."

From this situation, it seems that the Shen family has not received the false news of Shen Qingchuan's death, otherwise they would not have visited the hospital again and again.

"Come if you come, just leave if you don't see him, why is Third Uncle so ugly?" Shen Qingchuan took a bite of the apple and didn't care.

Ah San faltered, paced back and forth in the room, then sighed heavily, "Shen Li passed away."

With a buzzing sound in the eardrums, Shen Qingchuan suddenly felt that the world was spinning.