Quick wear, the beautiful and soft female supporting role's charming road

Ning Jiaoyan put the empty bowl on the table beside the bed and looked at Jing Luming's profile, expression, and body.

Today is a sunny day. The early morning sun is bright red, casting layers of golden light from the edge. The windows of the hospital are large and wide. When Ning Jiaoyan looked up, she saw the blue clouds in the sky and...a little bird flying towards her with its wings flapping.

The old yellow and white building was covered with a layer of mist-like sunlight, which made him stunned. When he looked away, he met Jing Luming's eyes.

His black pupils reflected her face, revealing some confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Ning Jiaoyan narrowed her eyes. "Nothing. Jiaojiao just thought the sky outside the window was... so beautiful that she was mesmerized."

"The most important thing is that Brother Luming is fine. Jiaojiao is very happy to see you this morning."

Compared with Jing Luming's faint smile, her happiness and anticipation were still too exciting.

It really feels like putting my warm face in front of a cold butt.

"Well, as long as you're happy. Do you agree with what Mother just proposed?"

Ning Jiaoyan was stunned and looked at Aunt Yun, "Aunt Yun?"

Aunt Yun glanced at the indifferent Jing Luming. For some reason, perhaps still worried about Jing Luying, she sighed, "Nothing. It's just that Aunt Yun hopes you and Luming can get married soon."

"This way, we'll have one more person in our family, and it'll be more lively. If we get married sooner, maybe we can have children sooner..."

Uh... what kind of logic is this?

Jing Luying is gone, so should we ask her to take her place?

She wanted to give birth to the baby as soon as possible, but she couldn't show any expression of silence or dissatisfaction. She just remained silent and looked at Jing Luming on the hospital bed with an expectant and shy smile.

"...Don't worry, we can get married sooner, but having children depends on fate. Right, Jiaojiao?"

He didn't refuse.

He looked at her.

Ning Jiaoyan raised her eyebrows secretly, and her expression became even more artificial.

"Since Brother Lu Ming has no objection, I naturally agree. I've always wanted to become Brother Lu Ming's wife as soon as possible."

When she returned home, she still felt that it was a little unreal.

Jing Luming agreed just like that, he just agreed just like that?

Ning Jiaoyan pushed her hair aside and spun around twice, muttering, "I'm really too lost in my role. I've been clinging to ice cubes for so long that I'm frightened by the melting water droplets..."

She walked towards the bed and suddenly glanced and saw a tall black figure reflected in the mirror.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways, "Are you sick? Who are you trying to scare in broad daylight?!"

She didn't expect that Zhao An would dare to be a thief in the daytime. She was so immersed in the trance of marrying Jing Luming that she almost didn't notice that there was a grown man hiding in the room.

A man covered in blood.

She didn't know it would be like this. She pulled open the colorful phoenix screen in front of her and saw Zhao An's face as pale as a ghost. Then, a very strong smell of blood hit her face. He weakly opened his eyelids and looked at her, with a chaotic hatred and... nostalgia in his eyes.

Grass!

Then he fell towards her.

Ning Jiaoyan frowned in disgust and dodged the huge object that was hitting her in time.

She looked at the floor behind him. The clean floor was spotted with blood. His wound was tied very tightly, and there was only some blood where he was standing. Now that it was loose, Ning Jiaoyan could hear the sound of blood flowing.

It's so fine and dense that it makes your scalp tingle.

She kicked the half-dead man on the ground and pinched her small, white nose. "Zhao Anye, what's wrong with you? You're almost dead, why are you here to die instead of going to the clinic?"

"Didn't Lin Qinghe tell you not to come to see me? Be careful or he'll beat you up again."

The man was not dead, and he was even able to open his eyes, staring at him hatefully because of her words.

Ning Jiaoyan felt that she was in great trouble. This man was not destined to die yet. Since he had come to her door, she couldn't just send him back to the heroine's door. It would be too easy to be exposed if she kept going back and forth.

"What are you looking at?"

She kicked him again.

Next, she came and went like a fairy, and found a jar of wine, some tweezers, and a piece of white cloth.

Wine is used to entertain guests, tweezers are used to make fire, and white cloth is used to make clothes - now, she is going to use these things to save a life.

Zhao An was also hit by two bullets and was not fit to move, so she had to dig out the bullets for him on the spot.

It was this wound... ...that made her frown.

One of them nearly hit the heart.

She looked into his eyes and said, "Bear with it, it will hurt."

Zhao An also seemed to want to laugh, but after trying unsuccessfully, he lowered his eyes in frustration.

Ning Jiaoyan looked really uncomfortable. She put down the modified tweezers in her hand and directly plucked a smiley face for him manually. "Behave yourself. I've smiled, but you have to stop moving around from now on~"

The girl's beautiful eyes flashed with a trembling light, and her face was full of impatience and frivolous threats. The mist-like hatred in Zhao An's heart suddenly turned into resentment, followed by a surge of sadness and grievance.

The first time he met a woman like this, he was completely screwed.

Ning Jiaoyan didn't have time to understand the rapidly changing emotions in his eyes. Unexpectedly, she inserted the tweezers into the wound. At the same time, Ning Jiaoyan stuffed the purse beside her into the man's mouth.

Fortunately, he prepared in advance, otherwise, he would have to call everyone over.

She had finally solved the troubles of Jing Luming and others, and she couldn't let other men ruin her role in the script.

Although the wound was ugly and the blood was bloody, she looked calm, only occasionally showing some disgusted expressions and sounds. In fact, she was testing whether Zhao An was still conscious.

Just digging out bullets, everything was done in five minutes.

I cleaned up by the way.

She stood up and looked down at the man lying on the ground covered in sweat, which reminded her of the night when they first made love.

Just as horrible, just as pitiful and weak.

She smiled, turned around and prepared to mix a glass of... boiled water mixed with spiritual spring water.

Unexpectedly, a weak pulling force came from the hem of the skirt.

Ning Jiaoyan turned sideways to look at him, a lazy and charming smile on her face. "Stop it, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to bring you medicine."

Then she slowly pulled the skirt out of his hands.

His arm dropped, but his eyes remained fixed on her, watching her turn, her distant figure. He felt uneasy, a little frightened, but fortunately, she returned soon... ...to pour him the potion.

Actually... ...he is willing to drink...

Ning Jiaoyan saw what he meant and smiled, "I know, I just want to... torture you~"

After cleaning up everything, Ning Jiaoyan washed her hands.

She fed him spiritual spring water and took out all the bullets in his body, so he couldn't die even if he wanted to. She went back to see him and found that he had been staring at her.