Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

It was already the next morning when Shen Hui woke up again.

There was a chill in his eyes, looking at the blue bed curtain above his head, his brows furrowed even more, and he propped himself up and leaned half against the bed rail.

Running the spiritual vein secretly, the dantian has become a pool of stagnant water, and there can no longer be any waves.

Clenching his hands into fists, a violent air ignited in his heart.

When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a person lying on the ground, and after only one glance, he coldly withdrew his gaze.

He turned over and got off the bed, straddled his body straight, and didn't even think about bending over to help him.

Went to the yard, drank some tea, sat for a while before returning to the room.

Looking at the motionless man on the ground with scabs of blood on his head, there was no pity in his eyes, not even the slightest gratitude to him.

She lightly kicked him with her toes.

"Hey! Is it dead?"

Seeing that there was no movement from the people on the ground, he squatted down and patted his cheek with his backhand.

"Hey! Wake up, wake up."

Looking at the blood hole on his head, he frowned slightly.

"I hate people like you the most. I only blame you for your bad luck. When you meet me, why would you show mercy!"

With a whine, he was pulled up and thrown onto the bed.

After groping around his waist for a long time, he took out a pill, squeezed his mouth open, and stuffed it in.

He stood beside him for a while, looking at the person on the bed who hadn't woken up, and frowned.

"It shouldn't be. After taking the Suqing Dan, you should be able to wake up soon. What's the matter?"

He sat down on the bed and waited patiently for a while.

After noon, Xiaoshan slowly woke up.

He was watching Shen Hui accompany him to take a nap next to him, squinting his eyes.

He was moved for a while.

"Did he put me on the bed? It must be him, who else would he be? He won't stay by my side all night, will he?"

Thinking like this, he quickly sat up, his head still hurting, but he couldn't care less.

Touched him lightly.

Shen Hui slept lightly and remained vigilant. He woke up instantly when he touched it.

Xiaoshan smiled at him.

His eyes are delicate, his lips are slightly raised, his breath is weak and his body is weak, and he pretends to smile to make people feel pitiful.

Shen Hui's slightly cold eyes were suddenly melted away, revealing a trace of invisible tenderness.

"Ah Qiao..."

He murmured to himself, thinking him as Ye Qiao in a trance.

But in an instant, he came back to his senses, staring at him with still cold eyes.

"Is there any wine?"

Xiaoshan was startled, his big innocent watery eyes seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment, he shook his head immediately.

"Go buy, I want to drink."

Xiaoshan was stunned again, although this is his home, and he is his savior, there is no reason to be sent back and forth by him, but looking at his expression and listening to his tone, he has no courage to resist.

Shen Hui looked at him and said, "Tell you, I'm not a good man. If you don't obey, I'll strangle you to death."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Shan, who already had a little awe of him, shivered with fright.

Nodding his head, he hurriedly got off the bed, regardless of the dizziness in his head, and almost tripped and fell when he went out. Fortunately, Shen Hui hugged his waist.

Xiaoshan was grateful for a moment, but his heart was chilled by his words.

"Useless things……"

Before he could stand firm, Shen Hui withdrew his hand.

Xiaoshan held on to the door frame, startled by his scolding.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you go soon?"

Only then did he come back to his senses, and staggered down the mountain.

Shen Hui stood in the yard with indifferent eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly cold.

He gritted his teeth and said, "One is useless and the other is useless. God also took great pains to bring the two of us together!"

After a while, Xiaoshan came trotting all the way with a jar of wine in his arms.

Putting the wine jar on the stone table, Shen Hui was about to drink it.

Xiaoshan made a slow movement, stretched out his index finger and drew a few strokes on the stone table.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen to cook some dishes."

Shen Hui said impatiently: "No, just go!"

Xiaoshan quickly wrote again, "Drinking alcohol will make your throat sore, you won't have to wait too long, it will be fine soon."

"Troubleshooting! Get out!" Shen Hui scolded.

Shocked, Xiaoshan hurriedly stepped aside, turned around and hurried into the kitchen.

Shen Hui opened the wine jar, poured a bowl full, picked it up, raised his neck and poured it all in.

It's really uncomfortable to have a hot throat from strong alcohol, but that's what he wants.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the figure who was busy in the kitchen, and he snorted.

"I won't eat it if I do it."

He drank three more bowls in a row, his cheeks were slightly blush, his eyes were getting blurred, and he was a little drunk.

After a while, Xiaoshan came out with two plates of food.

Looking at the hot dishes and rice will warm your heart, and the aroma will make you salivate immediately.

Shen Hui was in a daze. This was the first time in his life that someone had prepared a hot meal and put it in front of him.

Suddenly I remembered Ye Qiao, when he was still a senior brother, Ye Qiao had promised him to cook for him, but every time it ended in a kitchen explosion.

Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and suddenly felt sad. After all these years, the brothers and sisters still haven't eaten a bite of the food he cooked.

Xiaoshan gestured a few times in front of him.

"Try to see if it suits your taste."

Shen Hui looked at his expectant eyes, then turned his eyes to the fragrant food, picked up the chopsticks by mistake, picked up a piece of braised pork and handed it to his mouth.

The first sip reaches the skin of the meat, and the teeth are gently sliced ​​down. The aroma is bursting with juice, the meat is smooth and tender, and it melts in the mouth, which is incomparably wonderful.

He couldn't help but praise "really fragrant"...

Unexpectedly received a compliment, Xiao Shan was as happy as a child, his eyes sparkling and sparkling.

He quickly wrote a few words on the stone table.

"As long as you like it, hot food and cold wine won't make your stomach cold."

He had never experienced such a subtle and thoughtful experience, which immediately warmed his heart.

He drank a whole jar of wine into his stomach with the food.

His face was flushed, and he collapsed drunk on the stone table.

The orange light of the setting sun shone on him, making him seem a bit calm and warm.

The evening wind was cool, and Xiaoshan was afraid that he would blow him up, so he had no choice but to pull him up. His small body staggered to prop up his tiger-wolf body, and finally helped him onto the bed.

But he swung his arms and brought them down on the bed together.

Shen Hui's eyes were blurred, he was half awake, and his whole body was pressed against Xiaoshan's body.

The two were close together, and the stern face was even closer to the tip of his nose.

From such a distance, his heart was pounding, his breathing was difficult, and the roots of his ears were red.

Xiaoshan's face turned red, and she became more and more charming. Shen Hui stared at him for a long time, his eyes were in a trance, and he was drunk.

"Ah Qiao? Is that you, Ah Qiao?"

As he said that he started to move his hands and feet, Xiaoshan was shocked, and wanted to push the person on him away, but found that he was like a mountain, which could not be shaken.

"You're drunk...don't touch me...no, you can't touch me there...please."

Accompanied by the sound of drowning, Xiaoshan opened his mouth and let out a silent scream...