"Uncle, can you please stop moving around next time? This wound is cracked," Qing Shuang complained while helping Qiao Tianchang treat the wound. After bandaging the wound again, she complained.
"I understand." Qiao Tianchang closed his eyes, obviously unwilling to speak anymore.
Seeing this, Zi Ling felt angry in her heart, but thinking that his wounds had been opened just now, she couldn't say any sarcastic words.
When Qing Shuang left, Zi Ling originally wanted to stay, but was kicked out by Qiao Tianchang.
Outside, Qingshuang stood in front of Zi Ling, looking at her without saying anything, but Zi Ling asked very curiously: "Why are you looking at me like this? I don't seem to have done anything, right?"
"It's best not to do anything. Miss Zi Ling, because you are our friend and have helped us save many people. We are very grateful to you and respect you, but I hope you understand that he is our lady's husband. There is a saying that a friend's wife should not be bullied, but the same applies to you, right? Qiao Tianchang is your friend's husband. There are differences between men and women, so you'd better pay attention to the distance between you." Qingshuang said coldly. He spoke.
Out of a woman's intuition, Qingshuang felt that Zi Ling's treatment of Qiao Tianchang was not without purpose.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Zi Ling's eyes flickered slightly and she spoke with a smile.
"You don't have to know what I'm talking about, as long as you understand in your heart, it's fine. We are not good people, so Miss Zi Ling, you have to believe that I am doing this for your own good." Qing Shuang looked at Zi Ling and said coldly. .
There was a playful smile on Zi Ling's face: "For my own good? Qingshuang, you don't think you can do anything to me with your little skills, do you?"
"Can you give it a try?" Qingshuang did not reveal too much about their trump card, but just looked at Zi Ling with a smile: "Since you are friends with my lady, don't you know what kind of person she is?"
Zi Ling's expression changed, of course he knew very well what kind of person Ning Mengyao was.
Qingshuang ignored Zi Ling and turned around to leave. Zi Ling stood there for a long time before walking in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened.
What she didn't know was that after she left, Ning Mengyao came out of the corner, holding a tray with porridge on it and some light food.
After glancing in the direction Zi Ling left, Ning Mengyao turned around and entered the house. Qiao Tianchang opened his eyes and looked at the door, his eyes cold and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Yao Yao."
"Why don't you sleep more?" Ning Mengyao put the porridge aside and asked with a smile.
"Qingshuang came to change the dressing, and he was followed by a disgusting person. He was chirping and annoying." Qiao Tianchang's eyes were full of disgust, which showed how much he hated Zi Ling.
Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang in astonishment, wondering why he hated Zi Ling so much. No matter what, Zi Ling was beautiful and had a good personality, how could he not like her
"Tian Chang, why do you dislike Zi Ling so much?"
"I don't like the look in her eyes very much." Thinking of the way Zi Ling looked at him, he felt very uncomfortable. The woman looked at him as if she were looking at prey, full of excited hunting light. Although she was Ning Mengyao's friend, but he believed that one day if there was a conflict between what she wanted and Yaoyao's, she would definitely break up with Yaoyao.
Ning Mengyao was a little stunned. It turned out that they all saw it, but she was the only one who didn't know anything. How stupid was she
"It's true that she is kind to us, but that doesn't mean that I have to talk down to her. Yaoyao, your friend, to be honest, I really don't think highly of her at all." Qiao Tianchang was silent for a moment and said. .
Ning Mengyao nodded: "Maybe you are right."
After Zi Ling returned to her room, she walked around the room, but soon lost interest. She was very interested in Qiao Tianchang.
Lowering her head to play with her slender white fingers, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She wanted to see what was the difference between men in this era and modern times, and whether he really loved Ning Mengyao more than Jin.