The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 279: Jun Mo Xiao, Drunk on the Battlefield ([-])
Xie Changjun's wound festered, and Cen Mu needed to remove the rotten flesh around it.

When he heard that sentence, the knife that was burning on the fire stopped and almost fell to the ground.

He tried his best to make his voice as calm as possible, walked to the bed, knelt down and prepared to deal with the hideous wound expressionlessly.

"Commander Xie is too worried. I treat all patients equally." Their posture made it difficult for Cen Mu to deal with them. Easy to handle."

It was rare for Xie Zhangjun not to tease him, so he moved obediently so that Cen Mu could handle it.

Before the knife touched the flesh, Cen Mu's hands shook again.The magnitude is small, and Mr. Xie didn't see it.

He coughed lightly, "Thank you Commander, it hurts a bit, how about giving you Mabosan?"

"No need." The deep voice was completely different from the joy of laughing these two days, it was as calm as a general commanding thousands of troops.

Cen Mu's heart sank, but his hands trembled even more.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, picked up the knife again, and when he was about to strike, he heard Xie Changjun say, "Cen Mu, are you really not worried about me?"

Cen Mu's hands stopped shaking suddenly, and he raised the knife and dropped the rotten flesh bit by bit.

Hearing Xie Changjun's muffled and cold hoarse, he suddenly felt happy, "Commander Xie has made you confused, you have a high position and authority, even if you worry, it's not my turn."

He lowered his head to treat the wound, looked at his beautiful masterpiece, and applied medicine to him with his slender and slender fingers, as if he was dealing with a work of art.

Xie Changjun didn't tease him anymore, and looked at Cen Mu quietly.

After wrapping up completely, Cen Mu let out a breath, which was considered a perfect ending.

Just as Cen Mu stood up straight, Zhang Jun Xie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Cen Mu, I miss you very much."

His hand trembled, and the knife in his palm fell straight down, landed somewhere on the quilt, and stabbed in.

Visually estimate the awkward position...

Xie Changjun raised his eyes to look at him, and Cen Mu was also stunned.

not...that...

Xie Changjun's expression was a little strange, "Cen Mu, I just said that I miss you, and you don't have to...be so cruel."

"No! I..." Cen Muxin almost raised his throat. Seeing Xie Changjun's expression, he hurriedly lifted the quilt.

There was a crisp sound of the clanging knife falling to the ground, and at the same time, Cen Mu fell into a hot embrace.

"Thank you sir!"

fraud!

A quilt was put on his body again, and Cen Mu's waist was tightly shackled. He didn't dare to move, for fear of crushing Xie Changjun's wound.

"What?" The scorching breath sprayed into Cen Mu's ear, "You almost killed me, you have to calm down my frightened mood."

"open!"

Xie Changjun's voice was exhausted: "Don't move."

Cen Mu didn't dare to move at all.

"Just hug for a while." The hoarse voice was full of emotion, and Cen Mu lost his temper for a moment, and lay quietly on his chest.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Cen Mu felt the heat all over his body as he listened to Xie Changjun's steady heartbeat.

It was as if there had never been a parting between them.

But when I think about it, it's years and years away after all, he is not the stupid Cen Mu who would follow behind no matter what Xie Changjun does.

And Xie Changjun is not the boy who, no matter what Cen Mu wants, Xie Changjun will try his best to get it in front of him.

Time does not spare people, and they have never spared time.

(End of this chapter)