Back to when the Great Demon King was a child

The tip of Giorgano's nose lingered with a somewhat unpleasant smell of disinfectant, a snow-white ceiling was in his sight, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear the sound of air slowly flowing.

He blinked, feeling that there was still a throbbing pain in his head, but the pain in his abdomen had disappeared.

Just when Giorgano was struggling to sit up, he suddenly heard the sound of the door of the ward being pushed open, followed by the sound of someone walking in. The person seemed to have sensed Giorgano's intentions, and immediately said: "Don't get up first. .”

Giorgano was stunned for a moment, and although his brain hadn't reacted yet, his body obediently lay back down again—his state was too weak, and the action of barely holding up his upper body almost exhausted all of his strength strength.

but……

That man's voice was really familiar.

When Giorgano was half-conscious before, he felt as if he had heard that person talking somewhere, but now his consciousness is clear, and he can be sure that he has seen that person.

Just where did I see it...

Giorgio couldn't remember for a while, and his head was getting more and more painful.

At this time, the man had already walked to the hospital bed, and he waited for a while, but he did not get a response from Giorgano, so he unhurriedly pulled the small stool behind him, and sat down on the right side of Giorgano.

"Are you uncomfortable?" the man asked, his voice was very pleasant, not as deep and cold as Jin Chu's, but with a clear youthful voice, and the ending sound rose slightly, which is easy to make people feel good about, " The doctor said that your physical fitness is not good, it is best to rest for a few days."

Giorgano stared straight at the ceiling, and couldn't see that person's face at all, so he was embarrassed to turn his head to look at him.

"Did you bring me to the hospital?" Giorgano's voice was terribly hoarse, and he spoke with some difficulty, "Thank you."

The man said lightly, "It's okay."

Qiao Jianuo said again: "Could you please contact my parents for me? Then they will give you the medical expenses you paid in advance."

Hearing this, the man became quiet all of a sudden, and it took a long time before he suddenly asked, "Are you thirsty?"

"..." Giorgio didn't keep up with the jumping thinking of that person, "What?"

"Would you like some water?"

"……think."

So the man went to pour water.

Giorgano was lying on his back on the bed, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, and his ears were listening to the footsteps of the man from near to far, and from far to near, and finally the footsteps stopped beside his hospital bed.

The man said, "How do you want to drink?"

"..."

Giorgio suspected that this person did it on purpose.

How can I drink water?Of course I sat up and drank it, but can I still drink it lying down?

Although Giorgano was a little depressed, but the depression was over, he said politely while struggling to sit up: "Thank you, I can just drink it myself."

The man chuckled: "I didn't intend to feed you either."

Giorgio: "..."

He couldn't answer this sentence.

Giorgio managed to sit on the head of the bed, and just breathed a sigh of relief, a glass of water filled with transparent glass suddenly appeared in his sight, with a light mist floating on it, the hand holding the glass was very good-looking, with delicate skin Fair, with distinct phalanges, every finger is perfect as if carefully measured.

If you look carefully, you can also find a very light-colored mole on the tip of the index finger of that person.

Giorgio was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Before he could react, the man got impatient and passed the water glass in his direction: "You don't want to drink anymore?"

Giorgio quickly stretched out his hands, but the water glass said, "Thank you."

While speaking, he raised his head and looked at that person - what came into his eyes was a handsome face.

The man's hair showed a light yellow color under the light, which made his eyebrows more gentle, and there was a small red mole between his eyebrows, which looked very much like the beauty mole described in ancient novels. The corners of the mouth curled up in a natural arc, as if smiling.

He had a very pleasing face by nature, even at this moment when he looked down at Giorgio with expressionless eyes, he seemed to be smiling at Giorgio.

If Qiao Jianuo had no memory of his previous life, he might have a good impression of him, but Qiao Jianuo clearly remembered everything that happened in his previous life.

Therefore, when Giorgio saw his appearance clearly, he suddenly felt a thunder strike through his mind——

Giorjano's brain went blank and he was petrified on the spot.

Tan Feiran.

Giorgio read the name in his mind.

Why is Tan Feiran here?Didn't Tan Feiran not show up until he was in college?When did Tan Feiran come to Yingshi...

A series of doubts fell from the sky, drowning Giorgano in the blink of an eye. Giorgano felt that his thoughts were blocked, as if he could not think of anything, and dared not think of anything.

For example, Qiao Jianuo was more bewildered about the fear of Tan Feiran.

He always thought that as long as he avoided the university he was admitted to in his previous life, or didn't go to study in the imperial capital after graduating from high school, he could completely avoid Tan Feiran, a pervert. Jin Chu lived a healthy and safe life together.

But what should come cannot be avoided...

Tan Feiran watched Qiao Jianuo stunned, panic, fear and other complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally returned to calm like a pool of stagnant water.

"What's the matter?" Tan Feiran's interest was aroused, showing a playful smile, "You know me?"

Giorgano forced himself to calm down, he took a sip of water with a numb expression, and barely suppressed his trembling hands.

"I don't know." Giorgano replied, and then found that his answer was a little perfunctory, so he added, "You look a bit like someone I knew before."

"Oh, is that so?" Tan Feiran pouted, reaching for the water glass that Giorgio held in both hands.

When Tan Feiran's fingertips were about to touch the water glass, Giorgio seemed startled by his sudden action, reflexively grabbed the water glass, and turned his body to the side in the next second.

Tan Feiran's hand was empty.

He was stunned for a moment, and he didn't rush to take back his hand. Instead, he took Giorgano's water glass rather forcefully, and put it on the cabinet next to him.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tan Feiran put his hand on the side of the bed, leaned forward, and approached Qiao Jianuo, "Or, are you afraid of your friend?"

Although Tan Feiran looks harmless to humans and animals on the surface, his mind is definitely deeper than what he shows. When he approached Qiao Jianuo, the oppressive aura emanating from him followed. Come, Giorano's whole body was wrapped up almost instantly.

Giorgano's whole body stiffened, and he even felt a suffocating feeling that he couldn't breathe.

He knew that when he turned his head, he would be able to meet Tan Feiran's face that was close at hand. He didn't dare to turn his head, and he didn't dare to look directly into Tan Feiran's eyes. suspicious.

"I'm not afraid of him." Giorjano's hands clenched a layer of cold sweat, and he took a lot of effort to make his voice not sound so abnormal, "I just don't like him very much."

Tan Feiran seemed very curious: "Why?"

"No why."

"There are reasons for liking or hating a person." Tan Feiran said patiently, "For example, I like you a little bit because you look so good to me."

Hearing this, Giorjano suddenly felt a tingling pain from the tip of his tongue, and then the smell of blood spread in his mouth—he accidentally bit the tip of his tongue to bleed.

I don't know whether it was out of pain or fear, but Qiao Jianuo's face was as pale as paper, all blood disappeared, and he turned his head to meet Tan Feiran's eyes.

Tan Feiran didn't speak, and raised one eyebrow calmly.

Qiao Jianuo found that although Tan Feiran in this life was four or five years older than the one in his previous life, those little habitual expressions were really the same without any change.

Just like Tan Feiran, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he was so unreasonable and so self-respecting, but his face was so deceptive that people who haven't been with him for too long would be so unreasonable. Don't know his nature.

Giorgano's inner emotions fluctuated, and finally everything was suppressed, and he wanted to get out of the bed from the other side without saying a word.

Tan Feiran quickly grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Jianuo shook his arm, but did not shake off Tan Feiran's hand, so he gave up struggling and said hoarsely, "I'm going to contact my parents."

Tan Feiran's eyes fell on Qiao Jianuo's hand, and he frowned slightly: "You are still infusion."

Giorgano seemed to realize that he still had a drip on his hand, hesitated for less than two seconds, and made a gesture to tear off the needle on the back of his hand.

Unexpectedly, before his hand touched the infusion tube, he was grabbed by Tan Feiran.

"It'll be over soon. It's not too late for you to go find them later. The purpose of my paying them to let you go and send you to the hospital is not to see you harm yourself." Tan Feiran still frowned, he was very Dissatisfied with Qiao Jianuo's behavior, "Can you be obedient?"

Qiao Jianuo suddenly looked up at Tan Feiran.

He remembered that in his previous life, Tan Feiran liked to say things like making him obedient. Tan Feiran had an extremely strong desire to control, and he would stare at all the people and things he put into his circle.

Tan Feiran sensitively caught the flickering fear in Giorgio's eyes, he laughed suddenly, deliberately increased his grip on Giorgio's wrist, and opened his lips and said, "You'd better be more obedient."

Hearing this sentence again, Giorgio almost couldn't catch his breath. He opened his mouth in a daze, but didn't say a word.

Finally, he compromised and returned to the hospital bed.

Seeing this, Tan Feiran's frowning brows slowly relaxed, and he was still in a good mood to twist the corner of the quilt for Giorgio, sitting on the small stool beside the hospital bed, comfortingly said with a light smile: "This way, you will be able to get rid of it." Good boy."