Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xing Chen lowered his head and did not move, swallowing hard and uncontrollably.

Who in the family understands? They are really confused and bewildered again and again!

Xing Chen thought that he was not a foot fetishist, and it was okay to see feet, but the problem was that now he felt like his heart was banging against the wall just by looking at the leather shoes!

I feel like my waist is in danger.

Qi Luo walked past him quickly without stopping.

Xing Chen peeped quietly. Although his head was motionless, his eyes kept following the movement of the person's feet.

It was not until Qi Luo walked into the ward that he was willing to blink and rest his big eyes.

After Qi Luo went in, there was no sound coming from the ward for a long time.

Xing Chen was very patient. He thought there was no need to rush. He wanted to wait for Qi Luo to go in and understand Song Zhian's condition clearly before letting Song Zhian wake up.

As for hunting, as a hunter you must have enough patience.

Xingchen sat there, humming a song in his mind.

After humming a few songs slowly, the time was almost up. He drew a few strokes on the bench with his fingertips, and then tapped it lightly.

Soon, Mrs. Song's surprised cry was heard in the ward.

"Zhi'an, Zhi'an is awake, doctor, doctor, come here quickly!"

There was an immediate sound of busy footsteps in the ward.

Xing Chen walked to the door and looked towards the ward. There were many doctors waiting outside. He stood by the door without moving, waiting quietly.

It was not until all the doctors relaxed their brows and walked out of the ward, leaving only the dean and Song Zhian's family inside, that Xing Chen carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

The door to the inner room was not closed, and Song Zhian spoke with full energy.

"Mom, stop, stop, stop asking me how I got to the hospital. Where is my friend?"

Xingchen walked to the door, leaned over and waved to Song Zhian who was lying on the bed with a smile.

Song Zhian's eyes lit up, "Xingchen, come here quickly!"

Qi Luo stood behind Mrs. Song. When the people beside the bed heard Song Zhian's shout, they all looked towards the door following his gaze.

Only Qi Luo just turned his face slightly and then turned it back.

"You just woke up, talk less." Qi Luo said to Song Zhian.

His low and gentle voice flowed out, instantly filling Xingchen's entire ear canal. Xingchen suddenly felt that the floor tiles under his feet had turned into cotton.

It feels soft and light when you step on it.

"Uncle, please don't scold me since I just woke up."

Song Zhian relied on the fact that he had just woken up from illness, and Qi Luo couldn't bear to blame him. Now that he had so many people backing him up, he finally stood up for a while and dared to act coquettishly.

Seeing that Qi Luo didn't say anything else, Song Zhian quickly reached out to Xing Chen.

"Xingchen, come and tell me what's going on."

Xing Chen walked over, put his fingers at his sides, and deliberately squeezed past Qi Luo, his fingertips brushing against the back of Qi Luo's hand.

When Qi Luo felt the touch on his hand, he frowned slightly and quickly moved his hand away.

Once he is not in a formal setting, he will be surrounded by suitors one after another.

In Qi Luo's eyes, no matter it is alpha or omega, even beta without pheromones, they will all be in estrus, and he treats them all equally and finds it terrifying.

Nowadays, I am no longer surprised by these secretive hook-up tactics.

However, in such a serious occasion as the hospital, he could still find opportunities to flirt with her, which ultimately aroused Qi Luo's disgust.

He lowered his eyes and looked coldly at the omega in front of him, thinking that Song Zhian’s friends would have to help him filter out the people in the future, and not let him bring anyone around him.

Xing Chen did not put his hand into Song Zhian's palm, but instead held the back of his hand with his backhand, intimately but knowing the limits.

And it soon loosened.

"How do you feel now?" Xing Chen bent down and asked.

"Nothing happened." Song Zhian raised his hands and sat on the bed, twisting his body to let Xing Chen see, "Just like before I fainted."

"Take it easy, sit still and don't move." Mrs. Song gently reproached.

"Oh." Song Zhian put down his hand obediently.

He thought about it, and then asked Xingchen with great interest: "I was in front of the car, and I fainted all of a sudden? My last memory was that I was going to open the car door for you."

"Yeah." Xing Chen nodded.

Song Zhian was puzzled: "Is it so easy to faint? I did a 20-kilometer run without slowing down, and I didn't faint. How could I faint while standing?"

Xing Chen thought he would come up with some conspiracy and felt that someone was trying to harm him.

But the kid changed the subject and hissed.

"When watching TV dramas, you can't laugh at the protagonist if he faints because the inspiration comes from facts. I used to laugh at those dramas for being too exaggerated, but it turns out I was narrow-minded."

Xing Chen: “…”

"Hey, Xingchen, don't stand. It's so tiring to bend over like this. Uncle, can you please bring the stool behind you to Xingchen?"

Qi Luo: “…”

Xing Chen quickly waved his hand: "No, no!"

Song Zhian shrank back at Qi Luo's cold gaze.

"Uncle Xiaoxiao, are you in a bad mood now? It doesn't matter if you don't take it. I just said it casually."

"Really, no need," Xing Chen refused, "I feel relieved to see you wake up, so you should have a good rest. I'll go back first."

Song Zhian said disappointedly: "Are you leaving now?"

Xing Chen smiled awkwardly: "Now there are people taking care of you here, I won't be in the way here, I will find time to come and see you tomorrow afternoon."

Song Zhian immediately understood what he meant. Xing Chen was actually saying that his family was here and it was not convenient for him to be here.

"Okay," Song Zhian didn't keep him any longer, "You said you'd come tomorrow afternoon, don't go back on your word."

Xing Chen nodded, and then deliberately said: "It's too scary for you to faint suddenly like this. You must stay in the hospital for a few more days this time and let the doctor make sure there is no problem before you are discharged. Don't let it happen again."

Staying a few more days will make it convenient for my uncle and aunt to meet more often.

Mrs. Song quickly agreed when she heard this: "Did you hear that? Xiao Xia is right. You are not allowed to make a fuss about being discharged from the hospital. You have to stay for a week before I can rest assured."

"One week? Mom, can it be less?" Song Zhian asked with a bitter face.

"no!"

"Oh."

Song Zhian responded with a frown.

"Then I'll leave first." Xing Chen said goodbye to him.

Song Zhian looked at him and suddenly remembered to ask, "By the way, Xingchen, I fainted before dinner. Have you not eaten yet? Someone will bring the food over soon. Eat first before you leave."

"I've already eaten. I'm not hungry now. You should have a good rest. I'm leaving first."

Xing Chen stood up and bowed to Mrs. Song as a greeting.

Behind him, Qi Luo was afraid that he would take the opportunity to have physical contact with her again, so he gave way to him early.

Xing Chen was speechless when he saw this scene.

The original plan of bumping into his arms and then looking up at him in panic was not going to work.

In that case, let’s just sprain our ankle skillfully.

He walked past Qi Luo, and suddenly his ankle went weak. He let out a low cry and was about to fall to the ground.

In Xing Chen's plan, no matter how unkind Qi Luo was, if he saw a weak omega fall in front of him, he would probably lend a helping hand, pull the arm or something.

Then he could naturally raise his eyes and face him from all sides.

But when he saw that he was about to fall, Qi Luo not only did not move forward, Xing Chen even saw him take a step back out of the corner of his eye.

Xing Chen: “…”