Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

Following the indistinct voice, the half-covered window was pushed open, and two men in purple robes fell on the ground silently, one on the left and one on the right.

Their hoods cover their faces, and only the two hands under the wide sleeves are exposed from the whole body. On the back of the hands, the black totem tattoos spread to the wrists. They are ancient and mysterious, like fortune tellers in TV dramas.

But what he said was too inconsistent with his own image.

"Er Goudan, are you sure we don't leave a medicine for the little boy? If he dies, why does the little princess follow him?"

"Shut your bullshit! That little white face is a bit too handsome, but he is not an ordinary person! Besides, if he dies like this, the patriarch will not be happy in time!"

The purple-robed man on the left took out a small black and gold bag from his arms, took out a small black pill from it, walked to the bedside and took off the oxygen mask on the girl's face.

He fed the pill into the girl's mouth very lightly, and he asked again, "Er Goudan, I don't understand what you said. You help the little boy talk for a while and don't for a while. Do you like him or hate him? ?”

As he spoke, he took out a pair of silver needles, and neatly pierced them on the girl's head and various acupuncture points behind her ears.

"Hmph, who's cabbage can be happy if it's bullied." After a pause, the purple-robed man known as Er Goudan said again, "Besides, our family is not Xiaobaicai, our family is a treasure of heaven!"

The purple-robed man who applied the needle imitated him and snorted, "Tianjiao baby who has been homeless for more than 20 years, don't you know that belated affection is worthless than grass?"

"The patriarch will never be able to escape the crematorium literature in his life. Well, speaking of which, we really have to go and see the little boy, make sure he is safe and sound, and pave the way for our patriarch."

Er Goudan rolled his eyes, "Every day, I've noticed you!"

...

After applying the needle, Er Goudan took a photo of Liang Xi, pulled out the silver needle stuck into Jiang Yueshan's neck, and the two left through the window.

at the same time.

In another room.

Yun Sui handed a blue potion to Song Heqing, "Don't think about it again? Your gunshot wound can be completely healed within two months at most."

"No." He was worried that outsiders would take care of His Highness.

After receiving the potion, Song Heqing drank it without hesitation.

Yun Sui raised his eyebrows, sat down on the wooden chair, crossed his legs, picked up the handcuffs on the table, and asked him, "Are you sure you want to handcuff them?"

Song Heqing glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, even though she looked like a sickly beauty, the chill lingering around her body did not diminish at all.

Yun Sui, "..."

Yes, you are noble!

He dropped the shackles and left the room.

However, Yun Sui did not leave, but stood guard outside the door. Although he really wanted to take care of Yang Yang, at this moment, Song Heqing's place was also quite dangerous.

The side effects of the c7 medicine take effect after 10 minutes.

Two minutes after Song Heqing drank the medicine, he felt that the blood in his body gradually became hot. It was as if an anesthetic had been injected around the wound, and he felt no pain at all. Even the feeling like a needle prick in his brain disappeared within a minute. not see.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life-saving medicine.

This is not the first time he has seen this kind of medicine. Before taking over the Song family, he lived in Xianjimen for a while.

In today's world, there are still many ancient sects handed down from ancient times. They escape from the world and practice martial arts.

As an ancient hermit family, the Jiang family is naturally the same.

The Xianjimen belongs to the medicine school, and there are few children in the school, but all of them are very skilled in medicine.

When he lived there for a while, a disciple went up to the mountain to collect herbs at night, and was bitten by a pack of wolves.

It's just a person who hangs his breath like this, but he's alive and well in just a month.

When the elder of Xianjimen was treating this disciple, he was on the sidelines, and the condition of that person after taking the medicine was exactly the same as that of this medicine.

However, maybe the potion Yun Sui gave was a fake.

After all, Xianjimen's medicine has no side effects.

thinking.

Unknowingly, a bone-piercing pain quickly spread all over his body from the two muzzles of the gun. Song Heqing groaned, and with his long fingers, he tightly grasped the Buddhist beads that had fallen from his wrist. His already pale face became even more frighteningly pale.

Qing Jun's stretched brows suddenly frowned, the veins on his slender neck bulged, dense beads of sweat oozed from his body, and after a while, those long and narrow eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

This kind of heart-piercing pain made people want to die, but the man didn't make a sound except for a muffled grunt and gradually heavier breathing.

Outside.

Yun Sui lit a cigarette, and the smog enveloped that monster's face, and the thoughts in his pupils covered by long eyelashes were like a mountain covered by twilight smoke, so deep that it was hard to see clearly.

The head of the Song family, the young head of the Jiang family, a munitions giant, a magnificent man.

his...brother-in-law...

Roses outside the window.

The man in purple robe was hanging upside down in front of the window, watching the scene in the room, "Er Goudan" admired from the bottom of his heart, "Little white face is indeed a man!"

"Is it true that our patriarch is more like a little boy in comparison?" San Niuzi asked soulfully.

Er Goudan looked at him sideways and smiled, "That's what you said."

......

After nearly an hour of torture, the pain gradually disappeared, followed by an unprecedented refreshing feeling.

Song Heqing was leaning against the wall, as if she had just come out of the water. Her pale and handsome face and fair skin were covered with a layer of watery light.

Wet and broken, this beautiful boy makes people want to give him the whole world.

Yun Sui guessed that it was almost time, walked to the door, knocked twice, "Are you still alive?"

Song Heqing said "hmm", her voice was a little weak.

heard.

Yun Sui pushed the door open and walked in, stopped beside him, and looked at him with lowered eyes.

For a while.

She hooked her lips slightly, "Hold you up?"

Song Heqing raised his eyes and glanced at him, then stood up slowly, "Go get the medicine."

"Tsk, it seems that the injury is almost healed, and the tone is different." Yun Sui walked to the door, picked up the medical kit on the table, and threw it on the bed.

Then he sat by the bed, took out the anti-inflammatory medicine and cleaning supplies inside, "Come on, for the sake of you being my brother-in-law, I will condescend to take care of you once."

Hearing the sound, Song Heqing showed no expression, and told him in a soft voice, "Go fetch a basin of water first, and bring a suit of clothes."

"?" Yun Sui frowned and sneered, but he didn't say anything. He fetched water, took his clothes and came back to give him medicine.

The two are in harmony once in a while.

"Your injury will heal completely in a week. It's best not to make any big moves these few days." After reapplying the medicine to him, Yun Sui dropped the medicine in his hand and lost his patience with him, "I'll go watch Yangyang, you'd better rest now."

"I'll go." Song Heqing put on her short sleeves and left before him.