Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

Lin Jianshen was sitting on the sidelines watching the play with a smile on his face. If it wasn't for the conditions, he would like to prepare peanuts and melon seeds, and watch the play while eating.

Wen Lian grabbed Wu Xiaoli by the collar.

Wu Xiaoli was picked up by Wen Lian just like the little chick who was lifted up.

"You... what do you want to do?" Wu Xiaoli's eyes widened.

Regardless of Wu Xiaoli's expression, Wen Lian directly threw Wu Xiaoli out.

Lin Jianshen looked at Wen Lian who threw people out lightly and lightly, and inexplicably remembered a famous stone sculpture "The Discus Thrower".

But that statue, at the moment when the discus was thrown, showed prominent muscles, full of strength and beauty.

And Wen Lian's movements looked much more relaxed, as if he was not out of a hundred catties, but in a light and fluffy dress.

Lin Jianshen could only see Wu Xiaoli turning into a parabola in the air and flying away.

She exercised her internal strength and adjusted her posture in mid-air, and her movements were as beautiful as the flying immortals outside the sky.

Wen Lian flicked out a silver needle, Wu Xiaoli looked like a fairy in an instant and turned into a frog, pounced forward, uncontrollably bumped into a tree, stuck in the middle of the branch, unable to move .

【The miraculous doctor temporarily sealed her inner strength, she is now completely weak, and she probably has to stay there for a while. 】

Wen Lian kicked away the quilt that was huddled under Lin Jianshen's feet in disgust, and then hugged Lin Jianshen.

Lin Jianshen tugged Wen Lian's hand, then pointed to the wheelchair next to him.

The wheelchair was just brought back by Wen Lian, brand new.

He already has a wheelchair, so he really doesn't need Wen Lian to hug a child who can't walk.

"I'll change your clothes, it's dirty." Wen Lian looked down at the ointment and blood stains on the collar, a little unbearable.

Lin Jianshen didn't move, anyway, he had to rely on Wen Lian for everything now, if Wen Lian felt dirty, he should be dirty.

Wen Lian changed Lin Jianshen's clothes. When changing clothes, his fingers slid across Lin Jianshen's arm, which aroused goose bumps on Lin Jianshen's arm.

"Not used to being touched?" Wen Lian gently fastened the belt for him, and asked casually.

Lin Jian nodded deeply.

"Then you still touch her?" Wen Lian showed a narrow smile, and the question he asked was very unfriendly.

Even though this man has the demeanor of a cool breeze passing through the bamboo forest and a bright moon spreading the snow, this is only his appearance.Once he wants to embarrass someone, he will quickly pinch the person's vitals.

Lin Jian gave Wen Lian a deep white look, and didn't bother to explain.

Wen Lian held Lin Jianshen's hand, and Lin Jianshen wanted to withdraw it, but his strength increased.

Lin Jianshen said with his mouth: childish.

Wen Lian was not annoyed when she understood Lin Jianshen's mouth shape, she curled her lips into a smile, her black pupils were overflowing with joy, with the freshness of flying flowers.