Feng Xing smiled softly and slowly, and said playfully, "You really haven't thought about... snatching him back from Xia Tangtang's hands?"
"No."
… …
After all, Fengxing brought a doctor to the house.
Regarding his unauthorized appearance, Mo Shiqian expressed his displeasure by frowning, "What are you doing here?"
Feng Xing glanced at him and took the tea handed over by Chi Huan. "Your woman begged me for it," he said, raising his chin and pointing at him. He blew the hot steam from the cup while squinting at him and said, "Show him his waist. Don't let women move it if you can't move it in the future."
Chi Huan, "..."
She said nothing and stood expressionless.
The doctor was an older man, probably in his fifties. He put the medical kit on the coffee table and walked towards Mo Shiqian.
He was frozen in place by the man's cold eyes and did not dare to move.
He didn't speak, or even frown. His handsome face was tepid, and his expression looked very calm, but his silent eyes were full of warnings to keep strangers away.
The doctor stood, looked at Chi Huan, then at Feng Xing, but did not dare to go up.
Feng Xing just pressed the lighter, lit the cigarette and held it between his thin lips. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Shiqian, then kicked him in the waist with his long legs, "Do you want to be beaten by me too?" ?”
He actually didn't know which side Mo Shiqian was injured on, and he only kicked the side he could reach.
Chi Huan subconsciously took two steps forward when he saw this scene, "What are you doing?"
Both men looked over at her.
One raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes dark and dark.
A handsome face was hidden under the curling smoke, half-smiling.
Chi Huan suddenly felt uncomfortable with these looks, and said coldly to Mo Shiqian with a sullen face, "Let the doctor look at you. If you make trouble again, either get out, or I will let you live in this apartment and go out by myself." .”
Mo Shiqian said nothing.
Feng Xing laughed out loud, smoking his cigarette and saying nothing.
The doctor coughed twice and walked over cautiously.
Fengxing was looking for a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor.
She didn't understand exactly what was going on, but what he meant was that it was indeed very serious, more serious than she thought. It could still be cured with treatment, but if it wasn't well rested or if it got worse, it might be the root cause of the disease.
Chi Huan ignored him all morning and didn't give him a good look.
… …
After the doctor left, the two men chatted in the living room.
Feng Xing sighed and watched Mo Shiqian half-closed his eyes as he leaned on the teddy bear whose aura was very inconsistent with his. He chuckled twice and sneered, "The more you live, the more promising you will be."
The latter didn't even raise his eyelids, and said calmly, "I haven't been so idle in a few years, and I want to be idle for a longer time."
Ever since he joined the Lawrence family and took over Lodummer, he has never had more than half a day to spare. In fact, the situation has improved a lot in the past two years, and he can take out the time if he wants.
But workaholism is a kind of inertia and can become psychologically addictive.
Feng Xing smiled noncommittally, not bothering to expose him.
Chi Huan was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and the aroma filled the living room.
"Are you guys reconciled?"
Mo Shiqian reached out and asked him for a cigarette, then lit it with a fire. After taking a long puff, he blew out a green-white smoke ring, but never answered the question.
… …
After lunch, Fengxing drove away.
Chi Huan drove Mo Shiqian back to the hospital, applied the medicine newly prescribed by the old Chinese doctor on him, and massaged him according to the method he said for fifteen minutes, and then stood up to leave.
As soon as I got out of bed, my wrist was grabbed by the man, "Where are you going?"
"Go and wash the clothes you changed last night, and then go to the study to read for a while, or go shopping with Youran. It's rare for me to have a vacation."
The man's eyebrows raised uncontrollably, "You... want to wash my clothes?"
Washing clothes... In his memory, Chi Huan had even his own clothes washed by housekeepers or servants, let alone men's clothes.
He took Chi Huan's hand and looked at it carefully.
Fair and slender, she is as beautiful as a chopped onion.
There is a huge difference between pampered fingers and hard-working fingers.
"I just throw it into the washing machine. If it can't be machine washed, I send it to the laundry. Do you think I can wash the clothes and wash out the calluses on my fingers?"
Mo Shiqian smiled lightly and said, "Then take it to the laundry. Washing the dishes requires ironing, which is very troublesome."
She can also iron clothes.
However, Chi Huan didn't say this. He just nodded and said, "You didn't sleep well last night, so you can catch up on some sleep in the afternoon."
The man stared at her for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Are you going out?"
She pursed her lips and replied, "I may have stayed in the study, depending on whether Youran has time, but even if I go out, I will be back before dinner. You should have a good sleep in the afternoon."
His brows relaxed slightly and he hummed, "Don't run around and keep the phone connected, eh?"
Chi Huan looked at his handsome face, his crimson lips curved in an indescribable way, and said softly, "Then I'll take your clothes to a nearby laundry and then come back and read."
Mo Shiqian looked at her well-behaved but delicate face, his eyes darkened, his eyes became deeper, and finally he uttered a hoarse syllable, "Okay."
… …
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, at this time in early autumn, the sun was no longer strong, a little light, and cool and warm.
The blackout curtains were drawn in the bedroom, so it was dark with no light, but I could still barely see the outline of the room clearly.
Mo Shiqian's newly bought mobile phone was placed beside the bed.
Chi Huan stepped on the floor with his bare feet and looked down at the naked man. The light was too dark to see his facial features clearly, but he could tell from his even breathing that he should be sleeping deeply at this time.
Her finger pressed the home button.
Need to be unlocked.
She had seen Mo Shiqian unlock the phone screen with the thumbprint of his right hand.
She stood silently for a while, then leaned down and approached his hand through the dim light of the screen.
Mo Shiqian woke up when she took his hand.
He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them again.
Chi Huan quickly found Xia Tangtang's phone number in the address book of his mobile phone.
He originally planned to copy it, but...
Suddenly changed his mind.
She stood holding the phone for a while, until the light on the screen dimmed, then she raised her feet, held the phone and walked out.
After the sound of her footsteps disappeared, the naked man opened his eyes again.
Chi Huan stood in front of the study window and had already dialed Xia Tangtang's number.
There was a repeated beep in my ear, waiting for the other party to pick up.
She closed her eyes until the phone was connected and a gentle female voice rang.
"imon?"
Chi Huan opened his mouth and was about to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and just as her voice was about to break through her throat, her phone was snatched away by a hand falling from the sky.