flattered

Weiwei vented her anger, and Liang Xin was miserable.

Qiao Yiyang put away his smile and stared at the back of Liang Xin's head. He didn't know what was going on with Liang Xin, and he couldn't act rashly, for fear that he would fall down without support.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, but Liang Xin put down his hand covering his forehead, rolled up his sleeve and glanced at his arm, then turned around with a smile and said to Qiao Yiyang as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Hey! The shards of glass didn't go in!"

Qiao Yiyang really cared about this person in front of him.

Rest assured, Qiao Yiyang said coldly: "Go and call the doctor to come to the suite upstairs."

"Yes."

Liang Xin looked at his bleeding forearm, and muttered: "It's okay, I see... nothing serious, it's just slipped and torn..."

Without further ado, Qiao Yiyang stood up and grabbed Liang Xin's other wrist, "Follow me upstairs."

"It's all right!"

"Do not talk nonsense."

"..."

Liang Xin has been really good since the Shuishui incident!

Taking the elevator upstairs, Qiao Yiyang began to take off Liang Xin's black coat as soon as he entered the room.

Liang Xin was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Qiao Yiyang's wrist.

"It's too fast!"

"..."

Qiao Yiyang couldn't help laughing, "Take off your clothes and show you the wound, is there any broken glass in it?"

"Oh, then I will do it myself."

"How did you come by yourself?"

"..."

Qiao Yiyang brought Liang Xin to the bedroom, "Raise your arms and don't move, I won't hurt you."

Liang Xin raised his arms flat, and Qiao Yiyang unbuttoned his coat one by one.

Liang Xin deserved to be a good killer, he insisted on talking when the two of them were silent.

"Like last night..."

"..."

Liang Xin didn't say anything, Qiao Yiyang still couldn't remember Liang Xin's perfect figure after he insisted on helping Liang Xin take off his clothes last night.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yiyang's mouth became dry...

Qiao Yiyang swallowed lightly, and carefully took off Liang Xin's suit jacket.

The red wine stains on the white shirt and chest appeared in front of my eyes, as well as Liang Xin's heaving chest under the soaked shirt...

on the chest...

Qiao Yiyang didn't move, Liang Xin couldn't help shivering, "It's cold, master, can you turn on the air conditioner? This shirt is wet, it's uncomfortable..."

Qiao Yiyang didn't respond.

Liang Xin slightly raised his head to look at him, seeing Qiao Yiyang staring at his chest, Liang Xin also looked down at his chest, "This red wine... seems to be blind for nothing..."

Only then did Qiao Yiyang respond in a low voice: "Well, it's a pity..."

Then Qiao Yiyang pinched Liang Xin's chin with one hand and raised his head to kiss his upper lip. With the other hand, he accurately grasped the uninjured part of Liang Xin's left arm. He leaned forward with his whole body, and Liang Xin retreated subconsciously...

Liang Xin retreated, and Qiao Yiyang was about to move forward. Once Qiao Yiyang stepped forward, Liang Xin could only be passive and unstable, and if he was unstable, he could only fall, and if he fell, he could only fall on the bed behind him...

Qiao Yiyang also tried this action repeatedly in the days to come.

Then the two got out of hand.

The so-called gangsters rarely wrong themselves; especially with Qiao Yiyang's character, he would be a fool if he didn't take advantage of it, and the most important thing is that he still finds it very interesting and attractive...

Then the poor doctor found out that such a scene really had the urge to abandon medicine and go into business as soon as he entered the door!

Liang Xin was lying on the floor with his clothes wide open, Qiao Yiyang was pressing on Liang Xin, Liang Xin's left arm was held in the air, his right hand was holding Qiao Yiyang's shoulder and the clothes did not let go, Qiao Yiyang was buried in Liang Xin's chest...

The doctor thinks he shouldn't come at this time!He decided to go!

But Liang Xin looked at him!

"Hey! Don't go!"

Qiao Yiyang looked up from Liang Xin's chest with reddish eyes, and turned to look at the door displeased.

"..."

Liang Xin pushed Qiao Yiyang away and sat up, "The young master is treating my illness! Come quickly!"

Qiao Yiyang wiped the corners of his mouth, pinched Liang Xin's face that would never blush when lying, and smiled dotingly, "Well, I gave you drugs..."

"..."