The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Pretending to be a ghost Chapter 210: "I'll wipe your body for you, and keep water out of the wound."

The nanny car arranged by Bao Qiwen had already arrived, but seeing a row of Zhong's cars parked on the side of the road in a low-key but domineering manner, Teacher Bao waved the driver to go back after looking at it.

With Zhong Sheng around, it would be strange for Jiang Yiming to follow him after the end. ——Teacher Bao's heart is like a mirror.

What's more, young master Jiang, who focuses on pleasure and never treats him badly, would not sit in a more comfortable luxury car and go to sit in his small broken nanny car worth hundreds of thousands?

Bao Qiwen didn't even want to sit down.

Mr. Bao has already set his sights on it. There are so many cars of Zhong's family, there is always one for him to sit in.

In the circle closest to the villa, except for the program team, almost no one could enter. The media were all waiting outside, but they were also blocked by the program team who came out with Jiang Yiming and the others.

Zhong Sheng and Jiang Yiming left without incident under the escort of the bodyguards arranged by the Zhong family and Bao Qiwen.

After getting into the main car, Zhong Sheng and Jiang Yiming noticed that there was another person sitting in the car. The two of them were taken aback for a moment, but they both lowered their heads in a rare and obedient manner, looking very obedient.

——Papa Zhong went out of the mountain to pick up the two children and brought them back home, can you not be good?

"Look at you, look at you! What did you do to come back?" Zhong Yi stared at Zhong Sheng, his mouth seemed to hate iron, but his eyes were fixed on the bloodstains on Zhong Sheng's body, " Your aunt is also here, and I will ask your aunt to wrap a bag for you later."

Before Aunt Qin married Zhong Yi, she was the chief surgeon of the surgery, but later she retired for other reasons. Although she didn't hold a scalpel much after that, such small things like trauma are still out of the question.

Zhong Sheng frowned upon hearing this, and said, "Aunt Qin is pregnant with a child now, why did you let her follow?"

"As for your show, it's making a lot of noise, can I stop her?" Zhong Yi glared.

"...I'll see her again after I change my clothes, don't let the blood rush to her." Zhong Sheng said, "The injury on my body is nothing. It just looks a little scary.”

Zhong Yi nodded, and looked at Jiang Yiming: "If it wasn't for Mingming, I think you would really have a big fall this time. The boss is obviously not young, and he is bigger than Mingming..."

"It's not yet a round." Zhong Sheng interrupted, and corrected him preoccupiedly.

Zhong Yi blinked in confusion: "Aren't they all the same?"

Rapunzel didn't say a word, she was only ten years older anyway, not even a month more.

Jiang Yiming was probably the one who knew the reason for Zhong Sheng's awkwardness the most. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.

Zhong Yi continued what he hadn't finished saying: "Mingming is better at taking care of people than you! Tell me about you, ten years older than you?"

"It's not Zhong Sheng's fault. In that situation, if Zhong Sheng hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid I would be the one who was seriously injured, and I would be stabbed right through." Jiang Yiming interjected, looking at Zhong Sheng and said.

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows, looked back and forth between the two young men, and then retracted them before Young Master Jiang noticed.

He glanced at Zhong Sheng with a smile, and exchanged a knowing look from a man from the Zhong family.

Zhong Yi: Worth the injury?

Zhong Sheng: Oh.

Anyway, in the end, Zhong Sheng didn't get over the stubborn Aunt Qin, and the bandage on the wound was removed again.

She exhaled unexpectedly in a low voice, a little in disbelief: "The wound healed so quickly? When I watched the live broadcast, I clearly saw a big blood hole?"

Zhong Sheng smiled: "Aunt Qin, I told you it's fine, Ming Ming helped me deal with it."

Aunt Qin looked at Jiang Yiming again, as if seeing a big baby: "How did you do this?"

"To walk in the rivers and lakes, you have to have something close to you." Young Master Jiang fooled around, how could such a skill allow others to make money?

Aunt Qin understood Jiang Yiming's meaning when she heard the words, she nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but still booed the two of them to take a good rest for a while, it's better to hang another bottle of glucose down.

Zhong Sheng and Jiang Yiming politely rejected Aunt Qin's suggestion, and the two of them flashed into the room, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to wash it first, my whole body is sticky, I'm so sick." Jiang Yiming said first, looking at Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng naturally wouldn't say no to Young Master Jiang's decision, he nodded: "Take a good rest."

Jiang Yiming turned around and walked into the bathroom, and closed the frosted sliding door, only a shadowy figure could be seen outside.

He turned on the hot water, and within a few seconds, the scalding hot water enveloped the bathroom in a vast mist of steam.

Jiang Yiming took off his clothes bit by bit. He also had blood on his body. The dried blood stuck to the fibers of the clothes and stuck to his skin.

Looking from the mirror covered with a layer of steam, one can see behind Jiang Yiming, on the same part where Zhong Sheng was injured, there is an identical hideous wound. The wound is not deep, but because there is no bandage, the blood and fibers and The skin tissue stuck together, and when Jiang Yiming tore it off, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He let out a muffled snort. Fortunately, the hot water had been turned on earlier, and the sound of the water could drown out his voice.

Just as Jiang Yiming shook his body and stood up from the toilet, the frosted bathroom sliding door was suddenly opened.

Jiang Yiming was startled, and subconsciously shook off a bath towel to wrap around his body: "?!"

"By the way, Mingming, don't soak in the bath for too long, you'll feel dizzy just after you come back." Zhong Sheng poked his head in to remind him, but saw the young master who hadn't entered the bathtub at all, looking shocked.

Zhong Sheng paused and frowned.

Jiang Yiming coughed lightly, stood up and walked over, and was about to close the door: "Got it, mother chicken."

"Wait a minute." Zhong Sheng stretched out his hand, blocking the sliding door.

Jiang Yiming felt guilty for a moment, and started talking nonsense: "There is no mandarin duck bath service today, so hurry up tomorrow."

Zhong Sheng didn't respond.

"Behind you..." Zhong Sheng paused, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, he just squeezed into the sliding door and closed it behind his back.

Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, and he didn't dare to fight with Zhong Sheng who was more powerful. Both of them had injuries on their backs. If they stretched too hard, it would be him who was hurting.

Zhong Sheng pressed Jiang Yiming's shoulder, and Young Master Jiang twisted uncomfortably, talking too much when he panicked: "You make me feel like I'm committing a crime by not-wearing-pants."

"I warned you not to stare at me, who knows where you are looking? Don't take advantage of me!"

"Mother chicken, mother chicken? Did you hear what I said?"

"Hey, don't play tricks, I don't know you that well!"

Young Master Jiang has already said what he should say and what should not be said. Zhong Sheng still pressed his shoulders, and when he was a little more relaxed than before, he suddenly turned back against him.

Zhong Sheng knew that Jiang Yiming was like a slippery little fish, if he wanted to circle around with him, he was afraid that there would be no result until the hot water ran out.

Only in this way is the most effective.

Young Master Jiang is like a white-haired fox that has been strangled. His shoulders were pinned down and he couldn't move.

"Zhong Sheng! Fuck you!" Little Young Master Jiang was angry, annoyed, and ashamed, and a little bit panicked, he simply used the excuse to make the villain sue first, "Go away!"

——I don’t have the confidence after all, the complaint is like a frantic little white fox, even if it is scratched twice, it doesn’t matter.

Zhong Sheng stared at Jiang Yiming's back, his eyes were gloomy like a pool of ink: "The injury on your back is exactly the same as the one on my back."

"It's a coincidence, isn't it?" Young Master Jiang sneered, and he was even more unwilling to cooperate when he was annoyed.

Zhong Sheng paused, then let go of his hand after being silent for two seconds, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

He lightly stroked the wound on the young master's back with his fingers, bent slightly, touched his lips lightly and quickly, then stood up straight, and said in a low voice: "I'll wipe your body for you, don't let water enter the wound."

Jiang Yiming paused, but he was not used to Zhong Sheng like this.

He knew that if this happened to someone else, he would definitely scold him for not knowing what is good and what is wrong, and for not knowing good people, and then he was so angry that he slammed the door and went out.

But this was Zhong Sheng, and Zhong Sheng's reaction made him at a loss.

He closed his mouth sullenly, feeling a little regretful in his heart, but he has always had such a temper.

Jiang Yiming pursed his lips, restrained his temper, listened to Zhong Sheng, turned his head and walked into the shower room, waiting for the man to come in and wipe himself off.

Zhong Sheng was indeed just wiping himself. He wrung out the hot wet towel. When the hot towel was attached to Jiang Yiming's skin, the young master shivered. Caramel-colored eyes, the muscles of the shoulders and back relax a little.

Every inch of skin on the front and back of the body was carefully wiped clean by Zhong Sheng, and all wounds, large or small, were carefully cleaned and kept dry with a cotton swab soaked in water.

Jiang Yiming dared to say that even if the imperial doctor beside the emperor could do it, he couldn't do it better than Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng squatted down in front of him, Jiang Yiming was startled, and subconsciously took a step back, but the man reached out and grabbed his calf: "Don't move, wipe yourself."

"...I'll just do it myself next time." Jiang Yiming grinned, licking his dry lips and whispering.

"Bending over will stretch the back injury, and it's just right for me to squat down." Zhong Sheng said, explaining very seriously and solemnly, but Jiang Yiming was so uncomfortable that he didn't know how to let his hands and feet go.

"You can help me like this later." Zhong Sheng said again.

"...Fuck you, we're still arguing." Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth.

Zhong Sheng didn't say anything, just continued to do his work, as if wiping Jiang Yiming's body is such a big thing that requires full dedication.

Jiang Yiming felt that this was not good.

He covered his face with his left hand, and leaned back against the tiled wall with his right hand. Zhong Sheng's breath sprayed on his inner thighs, and the little master stood up and saluted.

Hold.

They were obviously still arguing!