loveless marriage

In Zhuo Yu's ward, there was no pungent formalin smell, and the air was filled with a faint lily fragrance, which was very similar to the boy on the hospital bed, beautiful and pure.

Cheng Tianqing watched the red blood gradually flow into Zhuo Yu's body, and his arm was getting colder and colder, Lu Jing frowned, and held Cheng Tianqing's hand tightly.

After the blood transfusion, the doctor pulled out the needle. Cheng Tianqing felt cold and painful, and took a breath. He was actually afraid of going to the hospital, afraid of injections, and hated taking medicine. Now, in order to give Zhuo Yu a blood transfusion, he has to receive an injection every day , Cheng Tianqing didn't know where his courage came from...

Lu Jing took off his suit jacket and put it on Cheng Tianqing. He looked at the doctor and said, "Doctor, how is Xiaoyu?"

The doctor said: "Mr. Zhuo's condition is relatively stable. There is no sign of rejection or necrosis in the blood, which is a good sign. It's just that Cheng Zong has blood transfusions every day, his body is very poor, and his immunity is weakened. He must be careful not to catch a cold."

Hearing this, Lu Jing had a worried look in his eyes. Sure enough, Cheng Tianqing's body couldn't take it anymore...

Cheng Tianqing didn't understand what Lu Jing was worried about. Could it be that he was worried that his physique would deteriorate and he was unwilling to give Zhuo Yu a blood transfusion?

Cheng Tianqing hurriedly held Lu Jing's hand, reassuring him: "Lu Jing, don't worry, I'm fine."

Lu Jing still frowned, his worries lingering, and he said to the doctor, "Doctor, I want to prescribe some supplements, and take them back for Mr. Cheng to take."

"That's no problem." The doctor nodded and said, "But Mr. Lu, I advise you to take a good rest, you have stayed here with Mr. Zhuo for so long, and you don't eat well. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it. "

"I'm fine." Lu Jing replied calmly, his eyes kept looking at Zhuo Yu who was on the hospital bed.

Cheng Tianqing was a little worried. Every time Steward Wang delivered more than half of the meals that Steward Wang delivered to Lu Jing, Lu Jing must have not eaten properly. If this continues, his stomach will hurt.

Cheng Tianqing tugged on Lu Jing's sleeve, and said softly, "Lu Jing, I will obediently give Zhuo Yu blood transfusion every day, so you go home every day and have dinner with me, okay?"

Lu Jing naturally knew his good intentions, but he felt that Cheng Tianqing was really an idiot, always only thinking about him, not about himself.

Lu Jing sighed, raised his hand to rub his azure hair, and said, "Okay, I promise you."

The two came out of the hospital and returned to the suburban villa together.

When Steward Wang saw Lu Jing, he was a little surprised and said, "Master, you're back? Aren't you staying with Master Zhuo in the hospital?"

"Well, I'm coming back for dinner." Lu Jing said.

Steward Wang gave Cheng Tianqing a complicated look, and then smiled gently: "Okay, welcome home, Mrs. Master, dinner is almost ready."

After dinner, Cheng Tianqing took off his clothes and took a bath in the bathtub. The warm water surrounded Cheng Tianqing, and he felt his tense nerves relax.

He leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub and sighed comfortably.

The bathroom door opened, Cheng Tianqing blinked and said, "Butler Wang?"

A deep male voice came, seeming a little unhappy: "Will Butler Wang come in when you take a shower?"

"Damn, Lu Jing?!" Cheng Tianqing hurriedly straightened up.

Lu Jing walked in, his outline and eyes became a little wet in the mist, he looked at Cheng Tianqing in the bathtub, and began to undress.

Cheng Tianqing huddled into a ball, shielding her breasts, with a bit of chastity of a good woman on her face: "You, what are you going to do?!"

Lu Jing unbuttoned his shirt and said viciously, "What are you talking about!"