Chapter 829

Ji Yunan didn't wake her up, but walked over and gently lifted the quilt——

The doctor said she had a calf injury.

The woman is not as alert as Ji Yunan. She is too tired and sleeps very well. She doesn't wake up when she lifts the quilt. She just feels cold and shrinks her feet.

The loose blue and white striped suit covered her slender legs. The man bent down and rolled up his trouser legs little by little, revealing her legs covered with thick gauze.

Look at the width of the gauze. The wound should be very long.

He didn't move. He just watched.

Only when I felt that Youdao's eyes fell on him did I look up and follow them——

Shi Sheng wakes up.

He was looking at him with black eyes.

Probably still not awake, eyes covered with a layer of loss, not as before the whole body is stabbed, the appearance of the sword.

He hasn't seen her like this for a long time.

He leaned against her face and kissed her on the lips.

Shi Sheng's labial petals are soft and warm. After sticking them, they are reluctant to let go.

These days, he didn't feel how much he thought of her. He thought of her occasionally, but basically just with no emotion.

But now that he really kisses her lips, Ji Yunan finds that his miss for her is deep into the bone marrow, which is as natural as eating and breathing. Therefore, people will not be aware of rejection all the time.

Shi Sheng didn't move.

Ji Yunan didn't know whether she didn't wake up and didn't respond, or because he suddenly kisses foolishly, or she acquiesces.

Either way, he's not going to stop right now.

The kiss didn't last long, but it was interrupted by a knock outside the door.

Ji Yunan didn't close the door when he came in, so although he didn't want to pay attention to it, he let go of Shi Sheng.

Frowning and licking his lower lip, he turned back and looked at the door.

A young female nurse was standing at the door with a treatment plate. After seeing Ji Yunan turning her head, her face, which had no expression, immediately became red and stammered: "yes... I'm sorry, this lady needs to change her dressing."

"Yes."

Ji Yunan answered a, to the side let a step, make room for the nurse to give when Sheng dressing.

After removing the gauze, the ferocious wound with the needle was completely exposed in front of Ji Yu's south face. The man's face was not very good immediately, and his thin lips were pursed in a straight line. "How can it be so ugly? Was it sewn by a beauty doctor? "

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

It's rare for a straight man to know about the beauty department. She thought that he would make a fuss about such a small wound stitch.

After all, the wound on his back last time was much more serious.

The nurse put the removed gauze in the treatment plate and looked at the stitched wound. Compared with the woman's white and tender skin without blemish, it was really ugly.

Such a long wound, even if not stitched, only with double-sided adhesive will also have traces.

"Sir, the stitcher is the best doctor in the beauty Department of our hospital."

Mo San Shao's friends were received by the Dean himself. How dare they neglect them.

After dressing up the wound in the hospital, Ji Yunan didn't stay in the hospital for long. Instead, he took Shi Sheng downstairs and sat in the car.

"Where to?" Shi Sheng's tone is not good, but he doesn't resist as much as he did at first.

"Back to America."

He came in a hurry this time, so he took Kevin with him and couldn't stay long.

……

Twelve hours later, when the plane landed at Kennedy International Airport in New York, Sheng was taken back to Long Island Villa again.

Familiar breath and atmosphere at the moment of opening the door, towards her.

She changed her shoes and went upstairs without talking to Ji Yunan.

For more than ten hours in a row, although I had enough sleep, I still had some backache and tired.

Ji Yunan follows her closely. When Shisheng opens the door of the guest room, he pulls her hand and brings her into the master bedroom.

The decoration of the master bedroom has not changed. It is still dominated by dark colors. The unique breath of men is full of her breath.

The overhead lights were blazing.

Ji Yunan buckles her wrist and goes inside. From the perspective of Shi Sheng, his lips are tightly pursed, speechless, and his appearance is strange. He drags Shisheng to the sofa and then releases it. He lowers his head and takes out a check from his wallet and hands it to her. "He is so poor that he has time to meddle in Shen Yiqiao's business."

Shi Sheng glanced at the check. The first thing that came into his eyes was mo Beiting's vigorous and sharp signature, and then the string of numbers.