Boss, did you speak well today?

I'm cold, don't make trouble

Nangong Rong heard that Nangong Ran was finally transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward today, so she specially brought the medical team to the hospital from the manor, and was going to take him back to the manor to raise him.As soon as he arrived at the door of the ward, the bodyguard stopped him, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

"What happened in there?"

Aunt Mei looked in from the window of the ward door, and said "Hey", "It's incredible."

"What's wrong?" Nangong Rong asked her to bring her crutches, and stood up to have a look.

"Master and Butler Su are sleeping together."

Nangong Rong:! !

What happened in his absence?

"Help me up, I want to watch." Nangong Rong leaned on a cane with one hand and supported the bodyguard's arm with the other, stood up tremblingly, looked into the viewing window, his whole face wrinkled with a smile.

"Butler Su didn't say anything. He has been feeling guilty for causing the young master to suffer such a serious injury." Aunt Mei said softly, "I am also worried that you will blame him. I dare not see you. I am so emaciated. It's rare to see him sleeping so peacefully."

"The brat can run and jump by himself, who can hold him back. Now that something has happened, what's the use of worrying about guilt." Nangong Rong said, "If you really feel sorry for our grandparents, just pay me a grandson-in-law."

In the ward, Nangong Ran bent Su Xici's arm on his head and silently covered his ears.

Just when he was about to sleep, he heard a voice outside the door, deliberately not letting him sleep.

What kind of daughter-in-law, where is he...

Be your own wife?

Nangong Ran moved the person in his arms away a bit, the tips of his ears were hot, and he clamped his legs tightly.

It's too close, it's so hot.

Su Suci's white face was pinkish from the smoke, and she was holding his hospital gown loosely with her hands. The ordinary smell of vetiver came out from the straight and serious suit. In this noisy ward, it seemed like a agent freshener.

The hazy wood texture is like his elegant and alienated temperament, which is easy to meet, light and shallow, as if it can gently accommodate everything about you, reliable and at ease.

The tip of his nose caught the smell of the summer forest.

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the more something was wrong, the more he couldn't help thinking deeply, Nangong Ran's Adam's apple slipped, and his whole body was not well.

Outside the door of the ward, Nangong Rong was still complaining that she stayed with them every day, but secretly kept things from her.

Nangong Ran was upset, he was about to get up as soon as he stretched his arms, the person in his arms was startled, he groaned, and his eyelids moved.

"It's all right, sleep." He quickly lay back, patted his back clumsily, and coaxed him back to sleep.

Su Xici was stimulated by the light and frowned, hugged him in a daze, buried his head deeper in his arms aggrieved, muttered something in his mouth, and fell asleep peacefully again.

The tight skin was hot, and the magma in the lower abdomen was ready to go out. There was no way out, so it could only bite back and swim all over the body.

Nangong Ran was burning all over, and could breathe fire.

On a hot day, the air conditioner in the ward was broken, and he wanted to complain.

The sound outside the ward door gradually died down, and the old man left, making it more and more obvious that the room was too quiet.

The quieter it is, the more complicated the thoughts in my heart are, and a bunch of messy thoughts pop up in my mind, and I can't stop it.

He fumbled for a mobile phone from the bedside table, and typed something cracklingly.

Nangong Rong happily went to the office to find a doctor to understand the situation. The mobile phone rang twice quickly. He took it out and zoomed away, and the largest black font on the screen rushed into view.

——Don't mention the word "daughter-in-law" again in the future!

The old man shook his head, squinted his eyes, took the phone away, and poked letters one by one with his fingers.

——What are you ashamed of? It's even more embarrassing not to be able to find a wife.

It seems to be the case.

——Sleeping together in the hospital in broad daylight, you are not ashamed.

- This is different!

—It would be better if you took off your clothes.

Nangong Ran stared at the news for a moment, then shifted his eyes to Su Xici who was beside him guiltily, and moved away as if he was burning, and tightened the clothes that had already covered him tightly.

——Don't be nasty!Susu doesn't like men.

— Did you ask him?He said he doesn't like men?

--No.

How can such words be asked out.President Ba felt guilty, and subconsciously wanted to avoid this situation.

He who has always been confident encountered this problem, and his heart became uncertain.

Scratching your heart and scratching your cheeks if you don't ask, but afraid of cutting off the hope in your heart if you ask, this feeling is very tormenting.

——Being a brother at least has a chance to meet and talk and laugh, but if you say it, you can't even be a brother.

——Grandson, this is not like you, why are you so timid?Can you come up with the courage to kill the Quartet at the usual negotiating table?

Nangong Rong encouraged him.

——If only it were as simple as talking about business.One misstep will cause eternal hatred, if the enemy does not move, I will not move.If he does not move, I will be a log.

Nangong Rong gritted his teeth.

——Okay, you are a log, and I will help you find out.

--no!

Why doesn't this little old man take good care of his body, worrying about this and that every day, especially worried about whether he will be born alone.

Laugh to death, those vulgar fans are also worthy of him?

Nangong Ran sent several messages in the past, but the other party never replied.

Annoyedly throwing the phone on the opposite bedside table, Nangong Ran couldn't fall asleep, hugged someone, wanted to get close but couldn't touch it, wanted to stay away but couldn't bear it, it was very tormented.

Ten minutes later, he leaned over to take back his phone, turned on the camera, and "clicked" a few photos on the person in his arms.

He put the photos in a locked album, which already contained hundreds of photos.There was Su Xici standing upright by the door, Su Xici pointed at a place surrounded by servants to correct a book, Su Xici sat in the flower hall and seriously approved documents and signed, Su Xici sat on his swing and read a book, Su Xici Ci's side face with glasses on, the way Su Xici's mouth curls down when he's upset, Su Xici's stern and serious look when he's admonishing a row of servants...

He crossed out each of the hundreds of photos and looked at them two or three times, but he still felt that it was not enough.

After thinking about it, he opened a bib account and posted a beautiful photo of Susu sleeping.

#This grinding little goblin#

After posting it, he returned to the photo album and continued to enjoy a new round of photos.

When he returned to the bib interface, there was only one more comment.

"Encounter the king of the oil field? Who will save the three feet of oil on my face?"

Attached below is a link to an advertisement for a certain brand of facial cleanser.

Boss Ba is not happy.

Fingertips crackled and outputted, and after a long time, he put down the phone comfortably and smiled evilly.

Two hours later, a piece of "The president of Nangong Group singled out xx beauty makeup, said that after the acquisition of the other party, he would ask the president to clean his toilet in person, scolding the operation department of the other group's scarf to be autistic. "'s hot searches reached the top.

And that photo went out of the circle quickly.

-

Su Xici didn't sleep a few times in half a month, but this time he slept from lunch until the evening. When he opened his eyes, the lights in the ward had already been turned on.

"woke up."

"Hmm." He was agitated by the light and sat up in a daze, rubbing his eyes, looking around for his glasses.

"The hair is all up."

An extra hand touched the back of the head, and Su Xici's whole body trembled, and he slapped it away without hesitation.

"Still waking up?"

"Young Master." Only then did he realize that he was on Nangong Ran's bed.

"My temper is getting worse and worse, and I don't know who I learned from it." Nangong Ran lay on his side, his shirt was taken off at some point, and gauze was wrapped round and round, and there were some on his strong arms, neck and chest. The scratches had scabbed over, and a thin layer of medicine had been applied, with a refreshing smell.

He raised his waist and covered himself with a thin quilt, put his hands in front of him, and complained confidently, "I was beaten red by you."

When will he be less defensive.Nangong Ran looked at him, the sadness in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and then he returned to a loose look.

Su Xici grabbed his hand and gently rubbed his fingertips, "I will pay attention in the future."

"You can bear it even if I touch you?"

Su Xici thought for a while, and was about to nod when the hair on the back of his head was ruffled by his other hand.

"Just kidding. In front of me, there is nothing to hold back. Say what you want, do what you want, if you want to punch me, I can't avoid it."

Su Xici's eyes were full of doubts, "You didn't escape the last time I threw you."

"I'll leave it to you, don't underestimate the flesh on my body, I've practiced it."

He didn't care, put down that hand, went to the bedside table to get two tissues, "Master, wipe off your sweat."

Nangong Ran's face and chest were covered with sweat, slippery and shiny, lying on his head with one hand and looking at him, those thick dark eyes stared at him faintly, with an unspeakable wild charm, as if he could take green Light.

Su Xici didn't know why he felt like he was being watched.

Seeing him take the tissue, he got off the bed neatly, and pulled off the quilt considerately, "If it's hot, don't cover the quilt."

Nangong Ran hurriedly threw away the paper and pulled the quilt, and said in a stagnant voice: "I'm cold, don't make trouble."

Su Xici looked suspiciously at him, sweating profusely, "Cold sweat?"

"Yes, cold sweat."

Su Xici narrowed his eyes slightly, and his scrutiny gaze passed over his face.

Nangong Ran covered his chin with the quilt, and looked at him vigilantly, as if he was afraid that the other party would do something wrong to him.

The corners of Su Xici's mouth hooked slightly, and he raised his bony white fingers, climbed onto the pure black suit jacket, and unbuttoned it one by one.

Nangong Ran's eyes dimmed.

There are more than a few buttons that are flicked by the fingertips.

Su Xici tidied up his shirt and suit vest, straightened his tie, slid his finger down the back collar, and re-buttoned it.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing you all afternoon, please rest first, I'll bring you dinner."

This, this is leaving?

Su Xici's slender and straight back walked out of the ward. When he was about to leave, he seemed to have just remembered, and turned around and said, "Don't cover the quilt too tightly, it is not conducive to the healing of the wound. If... it is really cold, I can help you find a woman. or……"

"Stop talking!" Nangong Gas said desperately.

Su Xici smiled, opened the door, and went out to bring him dinner.

Nangong Ran crumpled the quilt into a ball and threw it on the ground angrily.

"Hiss..." The wound was pulled.