The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

Feng Ke had no choice but to untie the gauze wrapped around his body layer by layer, took out the wound medicine from the side drawer, and prepared to give him another medicine.

However, just as the gauze was untied, the man suddenly woke up.

Zhuo Feng felt that he was weak all over, and his whole head was groggy. It didn't take long before he regained consciousness.

Opening his heavy eyelids, the face of the person sitting beside the bed came into his eyes, it was Feng Ke.

His vigilance suddenly dropped a lot.

Coughing a few times, he propped himself up, trying to sit up.But Feng Ke held down the hand under the quilt.

"Don't move, you are seriously injured, lie down first."

Zhuo Feng didn't move, just looked sideways at the house.

Since the reunion, Feng Ke has rarely seen him so obedient in front of him, and he really didn't move if he said he wouldn't move.

Feng Ke began to apply medicine to the wounds on his body. There were dense knife wounds all over his chest, and the deepest wound was on his lower abdomen. The flesh and blood on the wound turned outward, which looked very scary.

But Feng Ke was used to the wound, so he calmly sprinkled medicine on it.

After Zhuo Feng looked at the whole room, he found that this was not an inn, nor did it look like a small farmyard.

He frowned and asked, "What is this place?"

Feng Ke didn't seem to hear it, and didn't answer, but concentrated on applying medicine to his wound.

Zhuo Feng was ignored, a trace of anger welled up in his heart, and he even spoke a little louder, "Feng Ke, I'm asking you something! Where the hell have you taken me?"

Feng Ke paused while taking the medicine, looked up at him, and said in a deep voice, "This is my room."

With this sentence, Zhuo Feng suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that he was honest, Feng Ke gave him medicine.

It was probably because he didn't know how to hit him hard, and it hurt him. He heard Zhuo Feng take a breath, and immediately yelled at him: "Hiss——can you be gentle on your motherfucker?"

This person swears again. He looks very refined and refined, but he never thought he would love to swear.

Feng Ke didn't like to hear his mother's three words on his lips when he opened his mouth, so he said: "I will be gentle, you speak carefully."

Zhuo Feng glanced at him and felt that he suddenly became much gentler.

After applying medicine to the wound on his upper body, Feng Ke suddenly began to untie his waistband. Zhuo Feng's heart tightened, he covered his hands on the waistband, and asked vigilantly, "Why are you taking off my pants?"

Feng Ke glanced at him expressionlessly, "Apply the medicine."

It was only then that Zhuo Feng remembered that there was a deep wound on his lower abdomen, and it was indeed necessary to apply medicine.But a little further down there is...

No, no matter what you say, you can't make the other party give him medicine.

Zhuo Feng suddenly turned his face away awkwardly, and said, "I'll apply the medicine myself here, so I don't need to bother you."

Feng Ke didn't know why this man was being hypocritical. He was a man, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Take it away, and I'll give you medicine."

When Zhuo Feng heard the words, a touch of red rose to the tips of his ears, and he said fiercely: "You mother--", remembering that Feng Ke had just said that he didn't like to hear him talk like this, so he changed his words halfway.

"I've told you what medicine you're taking, and I'll come by myself. Get your hands away!"

Feng Ke glanced at him, but he didn't expect this person to be as stubborn as before.

It's just that he is seriously injured now, and he is not suitable for activities. If he moves too much, the wound will easily rupture.

Feng Ke said suddenly: "Okay, then help me get the gauze at your hand, and I will help you bandage the wound on it first."

When Zhuo Feng heard his words, he agreed, but for some reason, he was still a little bit disappointed.

"Oh."

The gauze was placed on the tray on his right side, and he couldn't reach it with his left hand, so he could only free his right hand covering Feng Ke's hand to get the gauze.

As a result, as soon as his hand was removed, Feng Ke quickly untied his belt and took off his pants the next moment.

Zhuo Feng realized that he had been fooled when there was a chill at the moment/body.

However, his pants had already been taken off, he couldn't help covering his face, and cursed shamefully: "Feng Ke, you liar, you fucking lied to me!"

Feng Ke was unmoved, holding his leg with one hand to prevent him from moving around, and applying medicine to him with the other hand.

While pouring the medicine, he said, "You're welcome, you're not bad. Speaking of deceiving people, you are still very good at it."

Zhuo Feng fell silent when he heard this, he was indeed wronged.If he hadn't lied to Feng Ke back then, the two of them would not have become what they are today.

Seeing that he was guilty and silent, Feng Ke didn't dare to say anything, and concentrated on giving him medicine.

The wound on the lower abdomen was really deep, because it was not bandaged in time, the wound is still bleeding.

Zhuo Feng felt a coolness, and a soft finger dabbed on the wound, and suddenly blushed.

He stammered: "You, you take the medicine well, don't look at something you shouldn't look at."

Feng Ke didn't think about anything at first, but when he heard his words out of the blue, he also thought of teasing him, who told him to always lie to him before.

Feng Ke said: "Oh? Then I would like to ask Mr. Zhuo, what should not be seen?"

"You! Don't play hooligans here!"

Feng Ke laughed angrily, he was just taking medicine, why did he become a hooligan?

At the moment of talking, the medicine is almost finished.He picked up gauze from a tray on one side and began to bandage him.

Feng Ke said: "Playing hooligans? If you talk nonsense again, I don't mind showing you what it means to be hooligans."

As he spoke, he put on the half-taken pants he had just taken off.

Zhuo Feng shut up.

Zhuo Feng stopped talking.

The air was suddenly silent.

Feng Ke couldn't figure out why this person had the energy to argue with him after suffering such a serious injury?

The wound on the chest and the wound on the waist had to be wrapped around the back of the waist when wrapping the gauze. Feng Ke is a martial arts practitioner, and he supported Zhuo Feng's waist with a light effort.

Then he bent down and wrapped the gauze around him with the other hand. Zhuo Feng was a little uncomfortable with the sudden close distance. He even forgot the pain of the wound for a while, and looked at Feng in a daze. The scar on Ke's face covered in his hair.

He suddenly asked without thinking: "Does it hurt?"

After Feng Ke wrapped the gauze around him, he didn't understand what he was talking about when he heard his words, he was stunned for a moment and said, "What?"

Zhuo Feng's hand suddenly raised, slowly stroked his face, and then moved to the scar on his face.

"Does the wound here hurt?"

Feng Ke was stunned for a moment, and after understanding what he said, he brushed his hand away, unwilling to mention this topic, and even turned his head away, covering the scar with his hair.

He said in a cold tone: "It's getting late, you should rest. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to get you some medicine for oral administration. Go to sleep."

After Feng Ke finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhuo Feng, "Where are you going?"

Feng Ke suddenly realized that this was his room, and the room next door hadn't been tidied up yet, so it was temporarily unoccupied.

He was about to step out and then backed away. After thinking for a while, he took out a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the floor: "I'm sleeping on the floor, call me if you have anything to do."

It is the twelfth lunar month of winter now, and it only snowed yesterday. Needless to say, the cold air on the ground, no matter how thick the pavement is, it is still cold.

Originally, there should be a charcoal stove burning in his house, but because it hasn't come back for a long time, he came back last time in a hurry and left in the morning. The servants didn't even know he was back, so the charcoal stove didn't Give him some.

So there is still no charcoal stove tonight, so we can only light it tomorrow.

That also means that it is very cold at night, and I can only rely on the quilt to keep out the cold.

Zhuo Feng saw that he was about to lay a quilt on the floor, and couldn't help but said: "The floor is too damp, and you will get sick. This bed is so crowded that two people can sleep, you... why don't you come up and sleep together."

After a pause, Zhuo Feng didn't know why he added another sentence: "I'm afraid of the cold."

Feng Ke suddenly stopped his hand that was about to spread the quilt. He looked at the person lying on the bed, and without hesitating for too long, he put the quilt back again, and then walked towards the bed.

When he got to the bed, he said, "Move in."

The wound on Zhuo Feng's body was bandaged, so he couldn't move too much, he could only move little by little.

However, as he moved, he suddenly found that his entire body was empty.

Fearing that the wound on his body would open, Feng Ke simply picked him up and put him on the side of the bed.

And he stood at the screen and took off his coat, then lay on the outside.

Zhuo Feng lay there without any sleepiness, probably because he has been in a coma for a long time today, and he is not sleepy until now.A pair of black eyes were bright, and she turned her head to look at the side faces of the people around her.

Feng Ke lay flat on the bed and covered the two of them with the quilt before closing his eyes and going to sleep.

In the past two days, he has spent a lot of effort to pull Zhuo Feng back.I was really tired on this journey, so I just closed my eyes and fell asleep after lying on the bed.

In the darkness, Zhuo Feng turned his body slightly, freed up a hand and gently stroked his cheek.The scar on his face had scabbed over many years ago, and now there are only a few protruding scars.

Although Zhuo Feng didn't look at it carefully, but after touching it carefully, he knew how terrible the wound was.

He murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Feng Ke used to be considered a handsome man, but who would have thought that when they met again, there would be such a terrifying scar on his face.

Zhuo Feng couldn't help thinking of the past, and began to blame himself and feel sad again.

The next day Feng Ke got up very early, now that Zhuo Feng was unable to move, he brought him the food directly to the room.

There was already a charcoal fire in the room, which was brought over by Feng Ke after getting up in the morning.It has been burning for more than half an hour, and the room is much warmer than last night.

"You can't eat meat that is too oily now, you want to drink some light porridge."

Feng Ke didn't do these little things to others, it's better for the servants in the house to know less about that person, if not, someone will leak his whereabouts, and it would be bad to implicate Mr. Wang at that time.

Zhuo Feng had a rest all night, and he recovered a lot.

Feng Ke helped him sit up, and put the pillow on his back for him to lean on.

Zhuo Feng took the bowl of porridge, stirred it with a spoon, took a sip, frowned and said, "It's so hot."

Reluctantly, Feng Ke took the bowl in his hand, stirred it with a spoon, and blew it while stirring. After a while, he picked up the spoon and tasted it, and it was about to burn before passing the bowl over again.

"Drink it, it's not hot anymore."

Zhuo Feng watched the other party take a sip of porridge with the spoon he used, and a blush crept onto his face.

Seeing that his face turned red suddenly, Feng Ke couldn't help worrying: "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell? Have a fever?"

Zhuo Feng hurriedly sipped his porridge and denied it: "No, maybe it's because the charcoal was burned in the room, so it's a little hot."