The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

Qin Zheng had finished a bowl of noodles, and Li Xuemei hurriedly asked: "Brother Qin, are you thirsty? Do you want some water? I put a lot of salt in that egg."

Qin Zheng shook his head, "If you don't want to drink, just take a rest."

"I'm not tired." Li Xuemei felt sweet in her heart. Brother Qin still cared about her.

At this time, Jane Eyre's voice came from behind, "What, he won't drink, I will. Comrade Xuemei, could you please pour me a glass of water?"

Li Xuemei turned around and continued to glare at him. She didn't know how many times she had glared at him today.

Seeing her glaring at him again, Jane Eyre coughed slightly, "Uh, then, forget it, I'll pour it myself."

He was about to get off the kang, but the wound hurt when he moved it. He grinned and sucked in air, holding the cup in one hand and supporting the hand holding the cup with the other, looking pitiful.

Li Xuemei looked at him like this and took the cup in his hand, "Okay, okay, you sit down and I'll pour it for you."

Seeing her take the cup, Jane Eyre smiled and said, "Thank you, Comrade Xuemei, you are so kind!"

When he looked at Li Xuemei, his eyes were bright.

Li Xuemei blushed slightly and gritted her teeth and said, "You, don't call me Comrade Xuemei, call me Comrade Li. We are not familiar with each other."

Jane Eyre blinked and said, "We hugged each other when we were in the river. Why are we not familiar with each other?"

"You..." Li Xuemei gritted her teeth angrily, "I did it to save you."

"Oh, okay, but, but your brother's surname is also Li. If I call you Comrade Li, what should I call your brother?" Jane Eyre asked again.

Li Xuemei gritted her teeth angrily at his rogue appearance and said, "Forget it, forget it, call him whatever you like."

She angrily took his cup and went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.

"Here, here you go." Li Xuemei put the cup in front of him. The water in the cup was too full, and her movements were a bit too big, so the water sloshed out of the cup.

The water was hot water that had just been boiled. Jane Eyre jumped up from the kang because it was so hot, "Oh, oh, oh, it burned me to death."

Li Xuemei was also startled. She was indeed not happy to pour him water, but she didn't want to intentionally scald anyone, so she quickly put down the cup and asked, "Where is the scalding? Let me take a look."

Jane Eyre touched her thigh and said, "It's not good."

Li Xuemei's gaze followed his hand, and her face instantly turned red. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jane Eyre, you are shameless."

After saying that, she turned around and ran out.

Jane Eyre scratched her head, confused, "Why, why am I so shameless?"

Qin Zheng is holding a book in his hand and reading. He always reads when he is bored. This habit has always been with him. Now that he can't move his legs, he can't do anything. He can only continue to read.

Hearing Jane Eyre's voice, he curled his lips and said, "I think sister Xuemei will be able to be with you sooner or later."

Jane Eyre's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Qin Zheng stopped talking and continued reading.

Jane Eyre got off the kang on his side and came to Qin Zheng. He smiled and said: "I believe you. After all, you look like a cultured person and you read books all day long. Hey, what books are you reading?" Let me take a look."

He reached out to flip through the title of the book in Qin Zheng's hand.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War? Hey, Sun Tzu's Art of War, can it be great? Will Grandpa's Art of War be more powerful?" Jane Eyre muttered.

Qin Zheng said calmly: "Grandpa didn't publish a book, but I did publish one. If you like powerful books, why not read my book."

"Ah? What? It must be better than Sun Tzu's Art of War, right?" Jane Eyre asked.

"Tao Te Ching." Qin Zheng said.

Jane Eyre laughed loudly, "Qin Zheng, are you kidding me? The book you are reading is a book on the art of war, right? However, there is no war now, so why are you reading the art of war?"

"I have nothing to do." Qin Zheng raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are we going to fall in love with you?"

"No, no, no, you'd better read a book." Jane Eyre waved her hand and returned to her kang.