Quick Wear: The Scheming Female Supporting Role is Beautiful and Seductive

Only after Lu Qingyan left completely did Shen Zhaowan slowly let go of the quilt she was holding tightly.

There was no trace of fear on his face.

Even a little meaningful.

[Xiaobai, tell me, what is Lu Qingyan thinking about now?]

Shen Zhaowan was just asking and didn't expect Xiaobai to really answer.

Xiaobai hesitated, he didn't quite understand, but judging from Lu Qingyan's actions and expression just now, he must be feeling uncomfortable.

【Xiaobai, sweet dreams! 】

【Sweet dreams, Wanwan. 】

Shen Zhaowan lay down again naturally and easily, closed her eyes and stopped thinking about it.

On the other hand, Lu Qingyan looked like he was troubled. He did not appear in the crowd, but sat alone on a tall branch.

One leg is bent and the other leg hangs naturally.

His expression was bleak and cold, his brows were slightly furrowed, and in his hand was a glass of wine that he had brought from somewhere.

He raised his neck and took a big sip. The strong liquor burned his heart, but after a long time, Lu Qingyan still couldn't suppress the emotions that kept surging in his heart.

It tortured him all the time.

Lu Qingyan looked up at the bright moon in the distance and sighed that the sorrow in his heart was like a tangled mess.

He then threw the jar of wine away casually, it seemed that the wine was of no use.

It’s better not to drink!

That night, Lu Qingyan rested at the highest point, leaning against the tree trunk.

……

The next day, Shen Zhaowan had just woken up for a while when she saw Song Zhu walking towards her with a confused look on his face.

He looked at Shen Zhaowan from time to time, but never spoke.

[Wanwan, Lu Qingyan is feeling unwell.]

【So that's it. 】

Shen Zhaowan understood. How could she not seize the opportunity that was handed to her?

Shen Zhaowan looked puzzled and took the initiative to ask: "Songzhu, is there something urgent you want to talk to me about?"

Songzhu seemed to be relieved. Songzhu thought that it was not an urgent matter, but perhaps it was an important matter.

He acted on his own initiative today, which was not really his own idea. However, until he brought it up, his master did not say a word to stop him.

"Ms. Shen, please take a look at my son. He is very ill."

Songzhu's face showed pain and his words were earnest.

If Shen Zhaowan hadn't known in advance, she would have thought that Lu Qingyan was really going to die.

If Lu Qingyan knew about Songzhu's expression, is it really okay?

"Ah!?" Shen Zhaowan's face was startled, and a hint of panic instantly leaked out.

All of this was seen by Songzhu.

Afterwards, Shen Zhaowan seemed to realize something and tried to conceal it, and her expression gradually became calm and indifferent.

"Shozukuri, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person."

Shen Zhaowan said this in a neutral tone, which made Song Zhu's heart skip a beat.

Could it be that he couldn't ask Miss Shen to leave today?

What should the master do? How should he report to the master?

No matter what Songzhu was thinking, Shen Zhaowan's next words made him realize that today's trip was in vain and Miss Shen would definitely not go.

"Shochiku, I remember there are people with medical skills in the team. You may have forgotten because you were worried."

The pine and bamboo skins smile but the flesh does not, and their smiles seem fake. Who would believe this excuse?

But Miss Shen didn't say it directly and even found an excuse for him. I was naturally grateful for not losing face directly, but that was almost the same.

Just when Songzhu was feeling discouraged, Shen Zhaowan said slowly, "After all, Young Master Lu has escorted me before, and I have the affection for him. This time Young Master Lu is sick, so I should go and see him."

Song Zhu looked at Shen Zhaowan's rather formal and serious tone, and felt a little pressure for his own master.

Afterwards, Shen Zhaowan and Song Zhu went to see a doctor together.

Songzhu found several excuses, but they were all rejected by Shen Zhaowan on the grounds of Lu Qingyan's health, and she insisted on asking a doctor to check it out.

Songzhu was so nervous that sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew his young master's physical condition very well. He didn't need a doctor at all. He clearly needed Shen Zhaowan more.

Lu Qingyan was placed in a temporary tent, and the three of them walked towards this place.

"Miss Shen, please!" Song Zhu suddenly shouted loudly when he reached the door of the tent.

Shen Zhaowan was not frightened, but the doctor carrying the medicine box jumped in fright.

His face turned pale with fright, and he thought he was being attacked.

Song Zhu lifted the curtain and Shen Zhaowan went in first.

After walking a few steps, Shen Zhaowan saw Lu Qingyan lying on the couch.

His black hair, which was usually combed meticulously and wore a jade crown, was now loosely draped behind him. His fair skin looked a little sick, and his expression was sad and tired. He was truly a sick young man with a jade face.

Shen Zhaowan was surprised for a moment, then she said, "I heard that Master Lu was ill, so I specially found a doctor to help him."

The moment he saw Shen Zhaowan appear, Lu Qingyan's heart was filled with joy. This emotion made him feel nostalgic for the first time in a long time.

[Beep beep beep, the male protagonist's love value +5, the current love value is 60.]

Then, Shen Zhaowan instructed the doctor behind her: "Thank you, doctor."

Lu Qingyan's heart sank. Ever since Shen Zhaowan came in, his eyes had been glued to her. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he did not see any worry or nervousness on Shen Zhaowan's face.

It was as if he was dealing with an insignificant person, with a casual and distant attitude.

Although Lu Qingyan didn't want to admit it, he really didn't feel any other emotions. He didn't know if Shen Zhaowan was too good at hiding it, or if she really didn't have any attachment at all.

Lu Qingyan suddenly felt panicky and was about to say something when he suddenly coughed rapidly a few times.

"Son!"

"Mr. Lu, let me show you."

Two voices sounded, and both wanted to go forward and take a look.

Only Shen Zhaowan was still standing there, looking inquiringly.

Although Lu Qingyan's face was a little red from coughing and he was slightly bent over, his eyes were always firmly fixed on Shen Zhaowan.

He waved his hands at the other two, signaling them not to go over: "I know what's going on, it's okay."

Songzhu was quick-eyed and asked the confused doctor to leave again.

Shen Zhaowan looked at the empty space and said softly, "It turns out that Mr. Lu is fine. I will go back first."

Seeing that Shen Zhaowan was really about to leave, Lu Qingyan was anxious for a moment: "Shen Zhaowan!"

Shen Zhaowan stood still again, "Mr. Lu, is there anything else?"

Lu Qingyan was silent for a while, then returned to his usual gentle demeanor, and said teasingly: "It's okay, can't I call you?"

Shen Zhaowan pursed her lips and pretended to leave.

"Wait, I should take my medicine."

Lu Qingyan's tone softened a little, with a subtle hint of retention in it.

This means that he is really sick and has no intention of deceiving Shen Zhaowan. He also hopes that Shen Zhaowan will be soft-hearted and stay with him at this moment.

There was a flash of confusion in Shen Zhaowan's eyes, which Lu Qingyan saw very clearly.

Shen Zhaowan seemed to have thought of something and slowly walked towards Lu Qingyan's soft couch.

I picked up a bowl of medicine from the table and felt it was already warm when I touched it.