17: Chapter 17 His heart ached for his woman's sleeping posture

Chapter 17 His heart ached for his woman's sleeping posture

"Don't touch Sister Shanshan, you bad guy!"

Xia Anshi was anxious because his body could not move and he was like a little angry beast.

If it was someone else, she would have gone up and risked her life. Sister Lan Shan had said that this man had an illustrious background and was very dangerous and could not be provoked.

"Bad guys?" !"

Sheng Muran's low and lazy voice spat out these two words with interest. His tender eyes looked at the sleeping Wen Lanshan.

The corners of her lips curled up." Did she tell you that?"

Xia Anshi couldn't guess what he meant and said cautiously.

"Sister Lan Shan won't tell me such a boring thing," she said with a sneer.

"Who in City Y doesn't know that good deeds are Mr. Sheng. They are very infatuated and love only one woman in their lifetime."

Sheng Muran couldn't hear the sarcasm in her mouth. Her unperturbed handsome face could n' t make a single sound, but her heart ached for his woman's sleeping posture and carefully held her in her arms.

At first, he thought Wen Lanshan was just tired and fell asleep. When he touched the temperature of her body, his expression changed.

"Is she having a fever?"

"Yes, Sister Lan Shan is not feeling well, but she just doesn't want to see a doctor!"

Xia Anshi felt embarrassed and guilty, as if he had given Sheng Muran a reason to take Lan Shan away, but he could only wait for Mr. Jiang to come back.

Looking at his thin and deep face, it was likely that he would not be able to Mr. Jiang!

"I'll take her to the doctor."

After saying this, Xia Anshi felt a bit lonely and desolate.

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Wen Lanshan didn't sleep very long. He had been feeling sick for the past two days, so he was n' t sleepy anymore.

She slowly woke up. The dark-colored wallpaper in the ward did not pierce her eyes. The dull pain in her head suddenly hit her, and she habitually extended her right hand to stick it on.

He pulled the hanging needle into his blood vessel and Wen Lanshan frowned as he pursed his lips unhappily.

It was as if he had seen the plague and unblinkingly tore open the medical tape and removed the needle.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the needle's eye and dripped onto the sheet along the lines on his wrist. The bright red blood marks formed a sharp contrast on the white sheet.

Wen Lanshan's heart trembled and his ciliary body trembled. He opened the corner of his quilt and stepped on the cold floor. He opened the small box and took out the sterilized cotton ball.

When she pressed it on the back of her hand, it was no longer of much use. Soon, the entire cotton ball soaked her blood.

Sheng Muran's appearance was something she had not expected. Was n' t he accompanying Guan Jiangyu? Why was he here?

Wen Lanshan consciously ignored him. The cotton ball, mixed with blood, touched her fingertips and was thrown into the trash can. She planned to take another one.

Before he could touch the box, his shoulder had already been tightly held.

She lifted her eyes slightly, her almond eyes filled with contempt. She did not understand where his anger came from.

"Mr. Sheng, are you planning to let me die with blood? "Is this going to be cruel?"

She was already weak and weak. She had lost so much blood that she could not tell whether she was mentally or physically. She became weaker and weaker.

Sheng Muran seemed to be afraid of the word'death', and her brows suddenly furrowed.

Holding her on the bed, she picked up a few cotton balls and gently pressed them on the back of her swollen and purple hands.

The two extreme colors of red and white were imprinted in his mind. He looked at her ghastly white face full of ridicule, Sheng Muran stared at her unblinkingly.

"Lan Shan, I don't like you saying die."

He didn't want to do that again after experiencing it once in his life.

Wen Lanshan didn't even notice it. A smile curled up on his blood-free face as he pulled out his right hand that was in his palm and mocked him.

"If the curse only needs to say the word" death ", I can do whatever I want. Do I still need to work so hard to come back?"

Sheng Muran looked at her pretty face, which could not be covered up by her illness. She lowered her eyes and held her slender wrist with a force she could not resist.

Holding down the cotton ball seriously, it seemed as if it would not stop.

His tone was extremely unhappy.

"You have a high fever of 39 degrees eight. Wen Lanshan you are not a child, do you not know your physical condition?"

"What does my body have to do with you? "I don't need you to be hypocritical, and I do n' t need you to appear in front of me again and again. You're so bored!"

She raised her voice, her eyes cold. She was clearly not the one who cared about her, yet she still pretended to be a saint of love.

People always made choices when they didn't allow them to think for a moment. When Guan Jiangyu fell, was n' t he the one who cared about her?

She didn't like the way she lost to him three years ago. She openly admitted that she was disappointed and no longer expected it.

Three years later, she could be an outsider. Looking at them in the story, her heart wouldn't have any more waves.

What she hated was that she no longer wanted to interfere with their feelings. Why did he drag her into the water?

He looked at her and took out his phone to call her. Mo Mo's tone was a little angry with the person on the other end of the phone.

"She's bulging on the back of her hand. You can stab her again."

"Mr. Sheng, actually, I don't like to have more contact with strangers, especially when it comes to your relationship with me. To be honest A Yue you do n' t have the money. I won't have the brain to fight you. However, the grudge with Miss Guan will be settled one day!"

She looked up at the man's deep eyes and said calmly.

Sheng Muran leaned close to her, and a scorching breath brushed against her face. Her hoarse and deep voice bewitched her.

"Our relationship? Friends? Classmate? Lover? Husband and wife? You said we were divorced, but we were still bedmates last night. Do you want me to belong to the most familiar type of stranger? "Huh?"

His appearance as a yuppie reflected in her smiling eyes. It was not warm, and it was more like an estrangement that had been rejected by thousands of miles.

He spoke in an ethereal voice.

"That's right. Mr. Sheng' ve been involved in many of my characters in my life. Since I broke up, has Mr. Sheng gentlemanly demeanor been eaten by a dog?" "Can't you just be someone else's ex-husband?"

The last sentence was obviously because she was anxious. When he heard the man's gnashing of teeth, he smiled faintly and his thin lips curved into a smile.

"Is it too wrong to be a gentleman?" So much so that he would be condemned for doing something that violated the character of a gentleman? Lan Shan, I can't be too aggrieved by your words! "A gentleman has the right to pursue someone he likes!"

Like it? These two words sounded really ironic in Wen Lanshan ears.

Feng Shuang looked at him coldly. She seemed to have almost forgotten that he had always insisted on pursuing her! 0

"Mr. Sheng shameless attitude caught people off guard. I don't want to talk to you about anything. I' m sick and exhausted. I'm going to rest!"

As he spoke, he pulled the thin quilt onto his body.

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