Warm marriage, my domineering president

49. Wipe my back Qiao Mosheng nodded, feeling that his reaction was a little off, "Do you know him?"

Jian Shenyang didn't answer, and Qiao Mosheng didn't care either. He propped his chin up and asked feebly, "Brother, do you also think that I look a lot like a friend of yours?"

Hearing this, Jian Shenyang's beautiful jaw suddenly tightened, and some kind of emotion jumped in his deep eyes, and then, instead of answering, he asked, "The water is ready?"

Only then did Qiao Mosheng remember such a thing, and hurried into the bathroom. Fortunately, when he entered the bathroom, the bathtub was not full of water.When she came out of the bathroom, he was already in bed. Although the wound on his body would still bleed when he was pulled, his expression remained unchanged.

She went over and wanted to help him, but he glanced at her, "Help me get my clothes."

Qiao Mosheng hesitated, then stammered and asked: "Can you do it? Yes, do you need me to help you..." She actually wanted to ask if she could help him undress.

But no matter how she heard it, it didn't sound right, so she couldn't say it.

Jian Shenyang paused, and approached her slowly, his strong masculine breath rushed towards her, Qiao Mosheng's heart trembled, and he took a step back slowly.

And Jian Shenyang also stopped, and slowly leaned over to her ear and said: "If you want to help, you have to take off the inside as well. Now, are you still here to help? Huh?"

Qiao Mosheng's heart was beating wildly, she hurriedly opened the distance between the two of them, and smiled to ease the atmosphere, "I'll go get the clothes, get the clothes..."

And Jian Shenyang looked at her slightly messy footsteps, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Qiao Mosheng looked back and saw that he could walk around freely, so she was relieved.

Although he was a patient, he had never worn a hospital gown since he was hospitalized. His clothes were neatly folded, so she didn't have to think about what he was going to wear.

When she went in with the clothes, he had already taken off his shirt.She didn't know what kind of figure a man had to be considered good, but seeing his strong and strong upper body, the muscular lines were as graceful and beautiful as a work of art, neither exaggerated nor thin, so she used one word to describe it: flawless.

Qiao Mosheng stood behind him, stopped in his tracks, and his little face flushed slightly again.Feeling him pursing his lips and glancing at him, she went in and put the clothes away, and opened the distance between them: "Then... I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, when she looked up, there was only a triangle underwear left on him.

Qiao Mosheng's face was burning like a fire, and she immediately turned around to go out, but the people behind her didn't intend to just let her go, "Wipe my back for me."

Qiao Mosheng paused, but did not go back.

"come over."

Only then did Qiao Mosheng move his body, turned around with his head down, and saw that he had already sat down in the bathtub.

The small mouth squirmed slightly, and originally wanted to ask him if he was wearing underwear, but after thinking for a while, he still didn't ask, because with his temperament, he might not be able to answer.

Because she was concerned about his wound, she didn't fill it with water. When he sat in, the water hadn't reached his chest, and his wound was below the collarbone, so naturally he wasn't afraid of touching the water.

She tiptoed over, picked up the towel, and never dared to look in front of him, staring closely at his back.

Qiao Mosheng squeezed the towel, wet it, wrung out the water, wiped it and started his work.