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

It was almost evening when Xingchen woke up.

The room was very quiet.

The dizzy feeling in his head had disappeared, but his face still looked a little pale.

Xing Chen got out of bed, opened the door and looked into the living room, but there was no one there.

"Chuluo?"

Xing Chen called out tentatively, but no one answered.

He opened the door to the second bedroom. The sheets were clean and the quilt was neatly folded, as if no one had ever slept there.

Xing Chen stood at the door in a daze for a while.

I don’t know when Chu Luo left.

When we were eating, I always felt that he was weird.

Xing Chen thought of the scene of the two of them by the river last night.

Maybe that kind of thing would still be a bit shocking to Chu Luo.

No matter how naive Chu Luo is, his age is there. At his age, Ye Xingchen had already done all kinds of tricks.

Give him some time to digest this matter.

It's just right. I can take advantage of the time tonight to resolve Zheng Ziwan's issue.

Wei Dong has called several times and said that Zheng Ziwan asked to meet him.

Xing Chen had always made Wei Dong make excuses saying he had something to do, and today he looked sick, just in time to go see Zheng Ziwan.

Xing Chen called Wei Dong and asked him to come and pick him up. Wei Dong was startled when he got out of the car and saw him.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staggering when you walk?"

Xing Chen thought, you only drank half a bowl of porridge a day, you would still be embarrassed even if I gave it to you.

Wei Dong checked his forehead to see if it was hot before helping him open the car door.

Xing Chen bent down and sat in the passenger seat.

"Where is Zheng Ziwan now?" Xing Chen asked after Wei Dong got in the car.

"Still in the hospital."

Xing Chen was stunned: "Isn't he just a few superficial injuries on his body?"

Wei Dong seemed to find it incredible as well.

"I asked around and they said he woke up completely when he got to the hospital. The wounds on his body looked scary, but they actually had no impact. He just needed to stay in the hospital for two more days to recuperate."

"Then why do you live here until now?"

Wei Dong shook his head.

“I don’t know where to start with this story, but after Zheng Ziwan woke up that day, Lanmao was severely punished by him.

I heard that Blue Hair knelt on the ground and slapped himself, slapping himself left and right, until his face looked like a pig’s head.”

Xing Chen was not surprised by this, as it was his doing. Zheng Ziwan dealt with Lanmao because he heard the conversation between him and Lanmao while pretending to be unconscious.

"This has nothing to do with Zheng Ziwan being in the hospital all the time."

"Listen to me. I thought the incident was over, but on the third day, Zheng Ziwan suddenly went crazy for some unknown reason and beat Lanmao to death. His legs were completely broken."

Xing Chen narrowed his eyes, "The third day? That is the day before yesterday."

"Yes, after the injection, Zheng Ziwan requested a full body check-up. The results showed that everything was normal, but he still seemed dissatisfied."

"What are you dissatisfied with?"

"I don't know. I heard that he was just irritable. Two days before he was hospitalized, he flirted with the nurse every day. Later, he didn't care anymore and just cursed at people."

"He said he wanted to see me the day before yesterday, right?"

"Correct."

Xing Chen put his hand on the car door and knocked on it again and again.

He suddenly remembered what Chu Luo said about his junior sister.

obscene.

Xing Chen had doubts about Chu Luo's statement at the time, because given Zheng Ziwan's bad behavior, the matter might be more than that.

So, what else did Chu Luo do besides making Zheng Ziwan forget what happened?

——Not just obscene.

— He flirted with the nurse, but later he didn’t care about it anymore, he just got mad and just cursed.

Xing Chen narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned his head to the window.

He probably guessed it.

After the two arrived at the hospital, they took the inpatient elevator to the special ward. Wei Dong looked at Xing Chen's face and felt a little worried.

"You look like you need to see a doctor. We're already at the hospital, so let the doctor take a look."

"It's okay, just a minor cold."

When they arrived at the door of the ward, there were younger brothers guarding outside. Wei Dong handed the nutritional supplements in his hand to them and then went into the ward with Xing Chen.

Zheng Ziwan sat on the west-facing balcony, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire ward.

"Brother Zheng."

After Xingchen came in, she called him sweetly.

Zheng Ziwan turned around and looked at him, his expression changing from gloomy to bright.

"A busy man."

Xing Chen knew that this was implying that he had to be urged and invited many times before he came.

Xing Chen turned around and motioned Wei Dong to go out.

Wei Dong was a little worried. Xing Chen shook his head at him to indicate that everything was fine, and then he slowly walked out of the ward.

After the ward door was closed again, Xing Chen walked to the sofa and sat down next to Zheng Ziwan intimately.

"My arm was hit so hard that day, luckily it was just a dislocation, and it's not a big deal after the bone is straightened, but I still feel a dull pain."

Xing Chen pursed his lips, looked up with his deer eyes open, and said aggrievedly.

"I don't know if it was because he was frightened. He had nightmares these past few days, felt unwell all over, and had a fever. He just felt better today, and he ran over here."

His coquettish tone, coupled with his pale and weak face, made him look like a well-behaved sickly beauty.

Anyone who sees this look can't help but feel pity for her.

Zheng Ziwan stretched out his hand and held him in his arms, lowered his head and asked softly: "Really?"

Xing Chen turned his head to the side, "It's fake, don't believe anything I say."

"Why are you still so bad-tempered?"

"Then find someone who is not violent."

Zheng Ziwan turned him around and said softly, "Which hand hurts? Brother Zheng, rub it."

Xing Chen stretched out his right hand, and Zheng Ziwan gently pinched his arm.

"Do you feel better?"

"Ah."

Xing Chen turned his head to look at him and raised his hand to lift his clothes.

"How's the injury? Let me take a look."

Zheng Ziwan bent forward and let him look at the scars on his back, watching the reaction on Xing Chen's face calmly.

Xing Chen gently touched the scabbed scar, and her long eyelashes drooped.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zheng. I don't have any hobbies in this area. I didn't know the seriousness of the situation. I was teased by you and... I made a mistake like this."

As Xing Chen spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Zheng Ziwan held his hand and put down his clothes.

"Xingchen, I forgot some of the things that happened that day, maybe because of drinking and the stress afterwards. Can you help me recall it?"

Xing Chen looked puzzled: "Forgot?"

"Not all of it, just some of it."

"Then where do I start?"

"My brothers have already told me what happened outside. Just describe what happened from the moment we entered the bathroom. I'll see if I can match it with what I remember."

Xing Chen frowned, his eyes were blank, as if he was recalling something.

"That day, after we went in, I asked Chu Luo to stand at the wall behind the door and took off his coat and covered his head with it, and not to look at us. He was very obedient and did as I told him."

"and then?"