MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 79 Unscrupulous Man X Drama Girl (4)

"It's cold. After dripping, you should be able to have a fever."

The doctor took out a cotton swab from the medicine box, Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, her cheeks were red, her eyes were deprived and she was very weak.

Rub alcohol on the back of your hand.

Xu Zhiheng stood next to him and watched carefully. His white hands were folded into fists, and the blood vessels were clearly exposed. The doctor stood up and took the infusion set, then turned his head and asked, "Don't move, there must be some pain."

Cen Simao nodded, her chin just buried in the quilt, and said "um" softly.

Suddenly the bed fell slightly.

Xu Zhiheng sat and saw her face looking sick. The doctor was holding a needle and was about to pierce into a blood vessel. He stretched his neck and looked: "Lighter."

Cen Simiao closed her eyes nervously, and stretched out her hand under the quilt to hold Xu Zhiheng.

"I'm not afraid I'm not afraid."

Xu Zhiheng suddenly laughed, and the smile between his eyebrows was obvious: "Aren't you afraid, what am I doing?"

Hearing that, Cen Simiao's hand loosened tremblingly.

She squinted secretly, Xu Zhiheng didn't notice it, she was frowning to see the doctor puncture, the blood vessels were too thin, although it was obviously not easy to puncture. The doctor was calm and serious, and the needle pierced the skin, but still no blood returned.

Cen Simiao wrinkled her pain.

The doctor froze with anxiety, took a cotton ball to wipe the blood, and looked for another place, this time being more cautious. He wiped with a cotton swab: "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "No pain."

His brows were wrinkled tightly, and the other hand couldn't help but punch his fists so that he didn't make a sound.

Suddenly the hand was held, the palm was warm and generous.

She raised her eyes and Xu Zhiheng stared at her: "Doesn't it really hurt?"

Cen Simao nodded hesitantly.

He bent his eyes and looked up at the doctor: "You heard everything she said. Don't be nervous, let her feel a few times more."

Her palms were pinched and she looked down at her. Instead, the doctor was not so nervous, and smiled: "You are really joking, the little girl is brave."

The needle penetrated, and the infusion tube returned blood red instantly.

Sigh of relief, finally good.

It will take two hours to finish the drip, and medicine will be added halfway. The doctor will go to the room next to him to rest. The door was closed, Xu Zhiheng hadn't left yet, Cen Simiao was more restrained than before, half of her face was buried in the quilt, and she was afraid to look at him with her eyes open.

Footsteps were heard on the floor.

Cen Simiao glanced secretly.

Xu Zhiheng poured a glass of water, and acted carelessly, looking up at the bed, just facing Shang Cen Miao's eyes with fear. He explored with an eyebrow, walked over and handed her water.

"Long memory? It's so cold that I slept by the sofa all night."

Cen Simiao didn't say anything while drinking water.

Xu Zhiheng continued, "When I didn't want to go to school, I did just that. You will do the same?"

She frowned.

Hearing again: "Yes, there is a cyanosis in my mouth, so I think of a way to sicken myself."

Cen Simao raised her head sharply, her eyes full of anger.

Xu Zhiheng frowned, "Are you angry?"

Bring the cup that she has finished drinking water in, and then pinch her feet. From time to time, her fingertips touch Cen Simiao's chin. Her eyes are not as indifferent as those of her subordinates. fear me."

Stand up and re-tie the crooked tie. The shirt is loosing strong muscles and moves freely: "I am your father's friend and your elder."

"Respect me, but don't be afraid, we try to get along with our loved ones."

Cen Simiao looked at him timidly.

Xu Zhiheng bent his eyes, tied his tie, and touched her hair: "You are a good boy. If you have any future things, remember to come to me."

Cen Simiao especially wanted to ask.

After three days of dripping, the back of the hand didn't hold well, there was bruise around, and the needle eyes were not good. It looked pathetic. Cen Simiao eats very light food every day, and her mouth really starts to become cyanosis.

Looking at the white porridge worrying.

Xu Zhiheng seemed to finally remember her daughter of a friend's house and became particularly concerned. Whenever the doctor comes, she always stays at the bed and looks at her, and then gives her a quilt before leaving.

Cen Simiao boldly pulled his hand.

Xu Zhiheng frowned reflexively, and she suddenly let go, her face frightened. He went back to God, feeling that he was like a bad guy who bullied a little girl, and could not help but soften his voice: "What's wrong?"

The expression still made people look afraid to approach.

She lowered her eyelashes, didn't speak, and heard him ask again. Cen Simiao slowly approached his hand, touching her fingertips lightly, Xu Zhiheng did not hide this time.

She couldn't help raising her head and bending her eyes, smiling especially sweetly.

Xu Zhiheng froze, looked at her, and laughed softly. Holding her hand, sitting beside him, reaching out to pin her hair behind her ear, he didn't notice the tenderness in his eyes.

Very patiently accompanied Cen Simiao to sleep.

Cen Simiao softened her voice and did not want to let him go. Her mouth kept saying that she was not sleepy, but her eyes could not help closing. Xu Zhiheng pinched her earlobe: "Sleep fast, it's very late."

She pursed her lips and nodded, but her eyes darkened, and her whole body fell down instantly.

Xu Zhiheng frowned, remembering something when he was a child, his expression was a bit cold, but Cen Simiao thought it was because of her, and quickly panicked: "Sir, I know I'm wrong, so I'm going to sleep, and don't bother you. "

He raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows tightened more and more, Cen Simiao's body trembled slightly, Xu Zhiheng's jaw tightened, "I'll tell you a story."

The voice was serious and rigid and indifferent, apparently not relieved from the displeased emotion just now, but speaking a sweet fairy tale, Cen Simiao closed her eyes and did not dare to move.

Xu Zhiheng's eyebrows showed coldness, the story line was displayed on the mobile phone screen, and finally he read the last line of words: "From then on, the little prince and the princess lived a happy and happy life."

He raised his eyes, Cen Simiao was sleeping quietly, his brows were stretched, and he looked especially pure, which was a bit like the story told.

The sharp corner of Xu Zhiheng's eyebrows receded, covered her quilt with her eyelashes down, and returned the mobile phone, but accidentally slid up the interface to reveal the words hidden underneath.

He looked up at Cen Simiao, his eyebrows bent, and said, "Baby, good night."

Cen Simiao heard the trembling, isn't that the direction of the strategy is wrong.

The next day, the white porridge was ready, and Xu Zhiheng had someone specially deliver it to him. He went to Cen Simiao's room together. When she saw the porridge, she reluctantly frowned, but with a smile on her lips, "Sir, aren't you busy today?"

He hummed, dragged the chair down, leaned back, and saw her motionless.

Brows moved: "How to put down the porridge, it's bad for your body to get cold. Don't be constrained because I'm here."

Cen Simiao frowned and could not help but drink.

Xu Zhiheng took out his mobile phone and looked at the news above. There were too many things in the company, especially messy. The manager was explaining the situation to him, he typed a line, but the opposite side did not return for a long time. I was about to ask again, and a bunch of news came over there.

He frowned and swept again, but did not see the point, his expression became severe.

After a while, Cen Simiao finished drinking the porridge, but did not dare to move while holding the bowl. Li Ye, who was standing beside him, hesitated to take it.

At this moment, Xu Zhiheng looked up and looked at the empty bowl in her hand: "Eat?"

Cen Simiao nodded. He got up, took the bowl, and ordered: "Get a good rest."

Cen Simiao was wronged.

After leaving the room, Li Min took the bowl and went to the kitchen to clean it. The wind blew, and it was so cold that I couldn't help shaking. Xu Zhiheng walked ahead, walking leisurely, and suddenly stopped.

Looked back.

The expression was as serious as usual: "Much better, give her some horrible dishes to supplement her body."

Obviously for her good, but the same as the grievances suffered by Tianda.

Xu Zhiheng hasn't got married. Before, there was such a small child in the family. He never paid attention to it, but now he grows up. Instead, he starts to feel like raising a child.

The company is too busy.

He took care of the things at hand, and was ready to go home to rest, but he was pulled to the bar by Zheng Feng. Xu Zhiheng didn't sleep well, and his expression was exhausted. Zheng Feng put his sleeves up, the wine poured on, the glass turned red instantly, and his mouth was all drunk.

The throat knot rolled, and the mother kept swearing: "You say how old I am. The old man still cares about the hands and feet. My mother wants him to invest in a project and he must allow him."

Xu Zhiheng's neckline was loose, his neck was exposed, he leaned against the deck, and stretched his arms to touch him: "Take me a bit, you've all drank it."

Zheng Feng was so angry that he picked up the bottle and poured it down.

Xu Zhiheng took a sip, his eyes gradually deepened, and he cursed in his ears: "There is a way, should you try?"

Zheng Feng turned his head: "What way?"

"There is a lot of land to bid for this time. Your father is very interested. With your current strength, it is not difficult for him to dig a pit for him to live and rest at home."

Xu Zhiheng's expression was not like a joke, Zheng Feng frowned. Just now, when the white water was poured into the wine, it suddenly became hot and coughed a few times. His face flushed: "Little **** talks to me. His temper is really going to be pitted, and he has to break the relationship with me,"

Xu Zhiheng lowered his eyelids, raised his chin, and grinned at the corners of his mouth: "I don't talk to you, what do you think in your heart, you know yourself. Otherwise, you drag me here today to say what these are."

"Don't let go of things that come to your door."

Zheng Feng's head drew below the table: "But that's my dad, I'm going to **** like that, too ..."

Xu Zhiheng's eyes were dark, his expression was sharp, and his lips sneered: "Afraid of what this is doing, you haven't killed his life. You should let go of your power. If you want me to help, just say that I have Think about it. "

Red wine goes into the throat.

The coldness between the brows grew stronger.

Zheng Feng gritted his teeth, his face was wrinkled together, and his thigh was slammed: "Success."

Xu Zhiheng hasn't spoken yet, and heard Zheng Feng especially tangled: "I fuck, you are so cruel. What do you think of your son in the future?"

He raised an eyebrow and shook the wine glass, his eyes darkened.

Drinking a lot of wine, a little groggy.

Suddenly I remembered the gentle touch on my face, the expression of dependence, and the tone was low: "No son, but a daughter."