The boss comes down the mountain, the shady second master is addicted to flirting

Mr. Zuo squatted in front of the coffee table, rummaging through bottles one by one.

First, he held a small purple porcelain bottle in his hand, opened the lid and poured a pill into his left hand, lowered his head and smelled it, and then put it back into the bottle. Then he opened several more bottles, but couldn't find what he was looking for, so he could only continue to open other bottles. When I opened the sixth small red porcelain bottle, I did not pour it out, but fanned it with my hands and smelled the overflowing smell. Finally, he gave both the purple bottle and the red bottle to Xie Jingshen: "Take one pill of the purple pill internally and dissolve it in your mouth, and apply a small amount of the red pill externally."

Xie Jingshen immediately took it in his hand, frowning: "Mr. Zuo, your health...need me to call a doctor?"

Mr. Zuo still had no expression on his face: "No need, just forcefully break the seal of the magic weapon and it will be backfired by the spiritual power. It will only take a few days."

Xie Jing nodded deeply: "Thank you."

The maid quickly changed Tang Qingnian's clothes and underwear, and put on a sanitary napkin.

They came out of the inner room.

Before they could say anything, Xie Jingshen and Mr. Zuo hurried in.

Xie Jingshen went to the bathroom to clean her hands first, then sat sideways on the edge of the bed, bent over and fed the elixir in the small purple porcelain bottle into Tang Qingnian's mouth.

Mr. Zuo said Hanhua.

Just put it in.

No need to feed water.

Then he opened the small red porcelain bottle and gently applied medicine to Tang Qingnian. The ointment was cool but also irritating, coming into contact with the pinch wound left by the evil ghost. Tang Qingnian, who was unconscious and motionless, suddenly winced and frowned tightly. He must be in severe pain.

Xie Jingshen was twitching with heartache.

Increased breathing.

My fingertips were trembling.

He bent down.

He lowered his head to her neck.

While applying the medicine, blow her gently.

She really didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore, and her brows felt more relaxed.

The elixir in the mouth melts.

Tang Qingnian, who was in a coma, felt comfortable all over, and the injury on his neck no longer hurt so much. She could clearly feel the familiar aura, which was extremely strong, as if it was very close at hand. She breathed heavily, and the more she breathed, the more comfortable she felt.

Xie Jing looked deeply at her uncomfortable look, breathing heavily with her mouth open, and felt so distressed that she almost suffocated.

He stood up and wanted to pour her a glass of warm water.

His feet didn't move.

Tang Qingnian, who was lying on the bed, felt his breath swaying, and was afraid that he would leave, so she grabbed his wrist and said in a weak voice: "Don't, don't go, don't go..."

She was short of breath.

The voice is hoarse.

No matter how you look at it, it's pitiful.

Xie Jingshen felt distressed and soft-hearted, and immediately sat down again, holding her hand with both hands. Looking at her beautiful and paper-pale face, the weak "Don't go" kept lingering in my mind, and I felt a strong sour feeling in my heart.

Who is she begging not to leave?

Mr. Zuo has been standing aside.

He had to see Xie Jingshen feeding and applying medicine to Tang Qingnian before he could leave with peace of mind.

At his age, he already knows what love is like. He is extremely sensitive to many subtle atmospheres. He, who was usually expressionless and taciturn, said a lot in one breath for the first time: "Second Master, I told you that you have Ziwei Xing sitting in your destiny palace, which is the order of the emperor, general and minister. And in the year of Yang Born in the yang and yang hours of the yang and yang, the purple and yang qi in the body are at their strongest, which not only scares evil spirits and ghosts, but also protects them from evil spirits. It is also a huge attraction for those who practice Taoism. In addition, after many years of practicing Buddhism, the breath Holy and pure. You don't have to do anything, just get close to Miss Tang, and she will heal herself with the help of your aura. You are the best healing medicine to her now, and she naturally doesn't want you to be too far away."

This statement could not be more clear.

Xie Jingshen's heart had just fallen into the abyss, and suddenly felt like it was being pulled up to the sky.

He knew that Tang Qingnian was the eldest daughter of the Tang family, and that she had made a baby engagement with Jiang Tianyou, and the two had been in love for a long time. Jiang Tianyou betrayed her and betrayed her. But that scumbag was her first love after all, and his place in her heart must be extraordinary. The engagement had just been broken off not long ago, so it was impossible to completely forget about it so soon. She was unconscious, holding his hand and weakly begging "don't go". It was really difficult for him not to think too much.

That's it!

She was telling him not to leave.

Xie Jingshen held one of Tang Qingnian's small hands with both hands and turned her head to look at Mr. Zuo: "Thank you for disturbing Mr. Zuo's rest so late."

"It should be." Mr. Zuo hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but add: "Don't let her down, otherwise her master is not a vegetarian. If you hurt her one day in the future, even I will not let it go."

Xie Jingshen knew that Mr. Zuo was a member of Xuanmen, and with his various reactions just now, he guessed that he and Tang Qingnian might know each other and have a deep connection. At this age, it was the first time that Xie Jingshen was threatened like this. There was no anger in my heart, but a hint of sweetness in my heart. Mr. Xie, who has been in power for a long time and has always been dignified, indifferent and aloof, made a very solemn and sincere promise at this moment: "I will not let her down. If that day comes, you will take my life."

Mr. Zuo bowed slightly: "Second Master, please rest early."

The words fall.

Mr. Zuo wisely withdrew.

For a while, the only ones left in the bedroom were Xie Jingshen sitting on the edge of the bed, Tang Qingnian lying on the bed, and Heidou lying at Xie Jingshen's feet.

Heidou, a dog, has always been extremely cold towards others.

It had despised Ke Fan.

Despise Guo Jiang Tianyou.

I despised Shen Xingchen.

I despised the Zhang family mother and son.

I have despised many, many people.

Only for Xie Jingshen, I seem to know in my heart that Xie Jingshen can save Tang Qingnian. He is very good in front of Xie Jingshen, neither barking nor making trouble. From time to time, he rubs Xie Jingshen's legs, acting coquettishly and cutely, hoping that Xie Jingshen will take good care of his owner.

Xie Jingshen ignored it and couldn't bear to look away from Tang Qingnian for a minute.

I'm afraid that something will happen to her if she doesn't see it at a glance.

This night.

The always dignified Mr. Xie didn't change clothes, take a shower, or even take off his socks. He kicked off his shoes and got on the bed, lying next to Tang Qingnian, letting Tang Qingnian hold his hand.

Tang Qingnian was unconscious, injured, and on her period. Even if he liked her, he was still not a beast, and it was impossible to have any inappropriate thoughts about her at this time.

He knew Tang Qingnian needed him, so he just stayed with her.

Because I like it so much.

So exercise restraint.

Tang Qingnian took the elixir and applied medicine to the wound. The medicine kept fighting with the yin energy left by the evil ghost in his body, and he felt colder and colder. Although Xie Jingshen covered her with a quilt, it was early autumn after all and the weather was still hot. It was called a quilt, but in fact it was just a thin blanket.

Within two minutes of lying down, Xie Jingshen felt that she was trembling, curled up, and kept rubbing against him.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled her into his arms.

The little girl kept digging into the hottest part of his chest, and the wooden hairpin she originally held in her hand was lost somewhere. One hand was holding the shirt tightly on his body, and the other was holding his waist firmly. His slightly heavy breaths kept blowing on his chest, as warm as a prairie fire.