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The three brothers were all shocked.

Although Tang Qiaoer looked calm, her tone was noticeably softer.

There is no longer that kind of indifference and alienation that keeps all men away except her brothers and Jing Jue.

Could it be that a car accident also made my little sister realize the truth and change her personality?

Tang Xu gritted his teeth and had to let the man in.

"Thank you."

Shen Jingzhe's eyebrows were slightly curved, his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, he controlled the electric wheelchair to come in front of Tang Qiaoer, and placed the insulated lunch box on the bedside.

Tang Qiaoer pursed her pale lips and said, "Thank you for your concern, Master Shen, but I'm not very hungry now."

Shen Jingzhe's elegant eyes glowed with a soft light, and he smiled:

"You didn't have breakfast or lunch. Miss Tang, are you really not hungry?"

Tang Qiaoer opened her almond-shaped eyes and asked, "How... did you know?"

"I live in the ward next to yours, and have been waiting for you to wake up."

Shen Jingzhe lowered his eyebrows and chuckled, a little embarrassed, "I know you don't need someone to take care of you. I stayed, firstly for the convenience of the reexamination, and secondly to provide an extra layer of care.

I have invited the best surgeons in the country to gather in Shengjing and prepare to give you a specialist consultation. Don't worry, I will make you recover as before, and you won't have any sequelae in the long years ahead."

The Tang brothers looked at each other with intriguing looks.

Hearing this, Tang Qiaoer declined calmly, "Thank you, but I don't think it's necessary. Because I am a surgeon myself."

"I know that Miss Tang is the famous White God in the field of surgery, but as the saying goes, a doctor cannot heal himself."

Shen Jingzhe smiled easily, his voice was mellow, charming and bewitching, "Ms. Tang, I know you are very capable and powerful, and you are a goddess who can stand on your own.

But even so, you should give yourself a break sometimes. Give others some opportunities, but don't push yourself too hard.

I know you are very tired, so take advantage of this time in the hospital to not think about anything and have a good rest, okay?"

Tang Qiaoer's eyelashes trembled, and she heard the hidden meaning in his words.

If a woman has a weak will, she will easily lose her inner defenses if teased by a man like Shen Jingzhe who has a prominent family background and is gentle and considerate.

And in this affinity, he has one more thing than others - a sense of propriety.

He is not too attentive, nor too cautious, but just the right amount of kindness, which makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally, and they can't help but want to be close to him.

In a trance, Tang Qiaoer thought of the former Xie Jinhuan.

In order to get her, he first approached her as a friend, and gradually revealed his intention to get her. Every time he approached her, he could find a suitable reason for himself, even one that she could hardly refuse.

The two people's tactics are similar in nature.

But Xie Jinhuan lost his composure in the end, and was eager for quick success, even to the point of hurting the people around her again and again in order to hurt her.

Tang Qiaoer contacted him because she had already begun to suspect him.

But this young master was so mysterious that she knew almost nothing about him.

Therefore, the only effective way is to approach him and integrate into him.

"Brother, you guys go out first." Tang Qiaoer took a deep breath, her expression revealing no flaws.

The three Tang brothers had no choice but to leave the ward.

Outside the door, Tang Feng was worried and touched the back of his neck:

"My little sister is very special to this Young Master Shen. Apart from Jing Jue, has she ever spoken so gently to any man?"

"Damn it, the thing I least wanted to see happened!"

Tang Xu was furious and held his forehead with his hand. "Now that Jing Jue has broken up with my younger sister, my younger sister must be the most vulnerable and in need of company. If Shen Jingzhe takes advantage of this opportunity, he will have a great chance of winning!

If Qiaoqiao fails to withstand the attack and her inner defenses collapse, then Jingjue won't have any chance at all?!"

Tang Feng's heart was pounding, his eyes wide open, "No way! I'm so in love with him. They've been through so much, how can any man get in the way?"

"Why not?"

Tang Yue's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he leaned against the wall with a somewhat decadent look on his body. "No matter how deep a person's feelings are, they will slowly fade, dissipate, and be let go after being tortured and treated with indifference.

Back then, Qiaoqiao also loved Jingjue, but didn't she make up her mind to divorce him in the end? "

The two brothers knew that the eldest brother had just experienced the pain of a broken heart, so his thoughts were inevitably pessimistic.

"Ahem... Even if we take a step back, it doesn't look like the eldest young master of the Shen family has any sexual intentions towards our little sister, right?"

Tang Feng's thoughts jumped, and he broke the tense atmosphere with another sentence, "Besides, he has a sickly body, has been taking medicine all year round, and is in a wheelchair.

In that regard, can he do it? My little sister is a woman who has been nurtured by Jing Jue, can she bear such a coffin stuffing?"

Tang Yue: "..."

"Shen Jingzhe is in poor health, he is no longer a eunuch."

Tang Xu rolled his eyes at him, "Besides, my wife has a famous saying."

Tang Feng: "What?"

"The way to test whether a man is lustful is to feel his breath. If he is still breathing, it means he is lustful."

Tang Yue, Tang Feng: “…………”

"So Shen Jingzhe has an extra second cake? My little sister is so outstanding and so beautiful, how can he not be tempted? I don't believe it!"

……

in the ward.

Shen Jingzhe opened the lunch box, scooped out a small bowl of warm porridge, and placed a few exquisite side dishes on the bedside.

Tang Qiaoer smiled perfunctorily, "Thank you, but I really don't have much appetite right now."

Shen Jingzhe said nothing, but just brought the bowl of porridge to her.

A fresh, familiar smell filled Tang Qiao'er's nostrils, and her eyes lit up instantly:

"This, this is..."

"Auntie Wu cooked it for you personally. She also made all the dishes."

The smile on Shen Jingzhe's lips was like clear waves, spreading gently, "How about it, do you have an appetite now?"

Tang Qiao'er's heart trembled, her voice slightly hoarse, "How could you..."

"Don't forget, I am also the young master of the Shen family. I grew up in Guanchao Manor. When Wu Ma first came, she was the maid who took care of me. Later, when Jingjue and his mother came, Wu Ma was arranged by my father to take care of Gu Jingjue's food and clothing."

Shen Jingzhe held the bowl of porridge patiently, his eyes so sincere, "So, she not only watched Jingjue grow up, but also watched me grow up. Asking her to cook a bowl of porridge, I still have this face."

Tang Qiaoer opened her round, dark eyes and stared at the man without blinking.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have troubled her. After all, she is Jing Jue, and she has taken care of you for a long time, and she has a good relationship with you."

Shen Jingzhe was so smart that he understood every emotion she had. "Don't worry, I won't do it again next time."

For some reason, he clearly didn't do anything.

But the more she heard him say this, and the more he lowered his posture, the more uneasy she felt.

Tang Qiaoer suppressed the emotions surging in her heart, slowly raised her hand and took the bowl of porridge.

But she was still very weak, and her hands couldn't stop shaking as she picked up the bowl.

When she almost fell, Shen Jingzhe hurriedly held her hand. Their skin touched, and the slightly cool touch of the man's palm made her shiver.

She suddenly remembered the shock.

The hand that was shocked was broad, thick, and rough.

But his blood was hot and his palms were always warm. She always liked to fiddle with them. In winter, they were like a warm stove to her.

However, that warmth is no longer there...

Tang Qiaoer's tear glands were suddenly stirred, her eyes turned red, and she felt as if her internal organs were twisted, stabbed, and turned over in pain.

Shen Jingzhe looked at her deeply, narrowed his eyes slightly, and without saying anything, he picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to her trembling lips:

"Just think of me as a male nurse who takes care of you. Don't think too much. It's important to take care of yourself."

Tang Qiaoer took a deep breath and clenched her pants under the quilt.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Jingzhe stared at her intently and raised his voice softly:

"Please come in."

The door of the ward opened, and familiar and steady footsteps walked into the room, step by step.

Again and again, he stepped on Tang Qiaoer's soft, trembling heart.

Shen Jingjue, holding a bouquet of pure lilies in his hand, with a handsome and solemn face, appeared in her tearful sight.

However, the next second, Tang Qiaoer calmly withdrew her gaze, leaned forward slightly, and took the spoon that Shen Jingzhe fed her into her mouth.

Shen was shocked and stunned, and his big hand holding the flowers tightened unconsciously.

A wave of obscure emotions was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.