Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"Not many people should know about your injury, how could he know?" He Kun would never send someone to monitor them 24 hours a day.

"Who knows." He Junlin sneered, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Yang Zhuoying rolled her eyes, and decided not to discuss that unappetizing topic anymore, jokingly said: "Get well soon, just being your substitute for one day, my brain cells will die Countless."

"Oh?" He Junlin raised his hand and stroked her cheek lightly. His palm was very warm. The scalding heat penetrated into her heart from the place where the two touched, causing her to become confused.

Some couldn't bear this ambiguous atmosphere, she turned her face away slightly, and was about to open the distance between the two when a low laugh came from her ear.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Zhuoying blushed inexplicably, and squinted reproachfully.

As if seeing through her bluff, He Junlin smiled and said, "Since you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to do it."

"It's not like a child, once you encounter something unsatisfactory, you just quit. Now that you have become like this, I have to take most of the responsibility."

He cut off her words and said, "Are you only responsible for me?"

Yang Zhuoying blinked in a panic, always feeling that what he said was flawed, and if one answer is not good, the consequences could be very serious, so she remained silent for a while.

"Apart from responsibility, do you still have love for me?" The normally confident man's tone became a little cautious at this time.

Yang Zhuoying's thick eyelashes trembled, she subconsciously wanted to avoid this question, but when she met his expectant eyes and remembered the heroic scene when he protected her last night, she suddenly didn't want to lie to herself anymore, she nodded.

Seeing that she just nodded but didn't speak, he held her hand anxiously, and asked with deep eyes, "You nod to express love, do you love me?"

"Only a little bit." As if confused by his eyes, she replied softly, and after finishing speaking, she was too embarrassed to look into his eyes.

"It's just a little bit, I can't hear it clearly, please say it again." He Junlin asked with a playful smile, insisting on hearing that word from her own mouth.

Where Yang Zhuoying didn't understand his intentions, she naturally refused to follow his wishes, and didn't want to speak again.

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't force you, ah!" He suddenly covered the injured part with a pained look on his face.

Frightened, Yang Zhuoying looked at him worriedly, her eyes filled with worry and concern, "What's wrong with you, is the wound open, I'll call the doctor."

He Junlin squinted his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless if the doctor comes, unless you are willing to say that you love me, then I won't be in pain."

Yang Zhuoying bit her lips lightly, knowing that he was lying to her, but she didn't feel any relief, and after looking at him for a while, she still surrendered.

"I love you, is that okay?"

However, after waiting for a long time for his response, Yang Zhuoying raised her head and bumped into a pair of deep eyes, which were shining with a heart-pounding light, and his voice sounded in her ear: "Come here."

"What were you doing in the past?" Yang Zhuoying unconsciously asked
"Kiss you." He Junlin replied simply.

Yang Zhuoying blushed, "No way."

He Junlin raised half of his brows, and said threateningly: "Didn't you say you love me, why not? Well, if you don't come over, I will go over." After saying that, he was about to get out of bed, and covered the wound with his hand again.

Seeing his movement, Yang Zhuoying immediately stopped him and said: "Don't move, I'll go over, you stay there and don't move."

Too cunning, too willful, even using his injury to threaten her, but she just cared.

"Hurry up." Seeing that she was still sitting still, he urged impatiently.

Looking at the sickly pale handsome face in front of her, Yang Zhuoying's heart softened suddenly, she bit her pink lips, got up and walked over.

Walking to the bed, Yang Zhuoying pinched his chin with her slender fingers, lowered her head, her red lips strongly covered his thin lips.

He Junlin's eyes were slightly open. This was the first time he was kissed by force, and it felt very good.

Facing his blank gaze, Yang Zhuoying's lips curled up slightly, she stretched out her hands to press the sides of his shoulders, pushed him down on the bed, her red lips kissed his lips tightly, and she almost sat on him, like a woman Up and down posture.

He Junlin was never a passive person, he quickly came back to his senses, reached out his hand to pinch the back of her head, turned against the guest, and deepened the kiss.
Suddenly, a knock on the door came from outside, disturbing the two hugging each other.

Only then did Yang Zhuoying realize what she had done just now, she struggled to get up in shame, "Let me get up."

Looking at the empty embrace, He Junlin angrily said to the outside: "Who?"

"Mr. He, it's me. You asked me to investigate." The voice of the bodyguard outside answered.

Hearing this, He Junlin's face softened slightly, and he sat up, "Come in."

The bodyguard pushed the door open and glanced subconsciously. Yang Zhuoying, who was packing the lunch box, didn't know whether to speak or not.

As if aware of his hesitation, Yang Zhuoying said wittily: "I'll go and clean the lunch box, you two can talk slowly."

When she walked out of the room, the bodyguard walked up to He Junlin, and whispered what he had found.

After listening to the bodyguard's report, He Junlin sneered, "I wonder how long he can endure before making a move, since he is unkind, then don't blame me for being unrighteous, and hand over the evidence you found to Jun Shengtian. "

"Yes."

In the stairwell, Yang Zhuoying held a lunch box in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, quietly listening to the conversation between the two in the room.

Her guess was indeed correct. Last night, the person who attacked them was not an ordinary gangster, but someone sent by He Kun.

He Kun and He Junlin have deep grievances between these two uncles and nephews. The former has always wanted to pull the latter off the horse, and then, to occupy the He family, but has never succeeded. life.

In fact, with He Junlin's shrewdness, he would send someone to monitor the movement of anyone who poses a threat to him, and make preparations in advance to nip the danger in the bud.He should have expected that He Kun would make a move, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so vicious.

He Junlin was still too kind, he cared about his family, and he insisted on the other party's action first before taking care of him, but Yang Zhuoying didn't have such worries.

She picked up her mobile phone and dialed Yang Xiaoyi's number.

"It's me, I want you to help me with something."

Yang Zhuoying washed the lunch box, and when she returned to her room, the bodyguard had already left, and He Junlin was the only one in the room. Seeing her come back, he said, "Come and help me tidy up, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital."

"No, your injury hasn't fully recovered, you can't leave the hospital, and the doctor won't allow it." Yang Zhuoying refused without thinking.

"The doctor approved it." He Junlin smiled triumphantly.

"How is it possible." Yang Zhuoying's first reaction was that he was lying, the patient was not well, how could the doctor discharge the patient, and who was responsible for the accident?