Chapter 918

When Jiang Anzhi wiped Fenglan's back, Fenglan pulled the wound on her back as soon as she moved. She couldn't help but breathe low and "hiss!"

Knowing that she was in pain, Jiang Anzhi frowned painfully. Subconsciously, he kissed her in a soft voice

"It's OK. It'll be fine soon."

This time, the tone was softer than any of the previous words. Feng LAN, who was nestled in Jiang An's arms, blinked at the beginning, as if he had mastered some extraordinary skills.

In this way, Jiang Anzhi tried his best to serve fenglanchu. After changing several pots of water, he finally washed her white and fat again. Er... White and clean.

At this moment, Fenglan is completely comfortable. Although she also washes these days, no one is willing to use water and there is not so much time in the reserve. She just dealt with it in a general way. God knows how much mud she has.

Just now, Anzhi was much more careful than her. If it wasn't for her embarrassment, she would like to have such service several times more.

After taking a bath, Feng LAN has the illusion that she has come to life and even recovered from her injury. She yawned lazily, but she couldn't help yawning.

The feeling of an Zhi wiping her body just now seems familiar. This feeling is inexplicably familiar. It seems that Gong Wenduo washed her face and feet last night.

Is it true that as long as other people's services are so good to enjoy? It's no wonder that the rich people in ancient times liked to find so many servant girls to serve them.

So wait for an Zhi to go to the toilet to wash gargle to come out, the breeze orchid beginning emotion is myriad: "next time have a chance, I also want to repay you."

Jiang an first was stunned and then nodded: "OK, you said it."

The wind haze beginning again turns to think: "ah, no, as if I helped you wash."

When Ann was injured by the lampstand last year, she was the one who served him.

She said with a smile, "I fell asleep when I was too sleepy last night. Gong Wenduo came back and helped me wash my face."

Jiang An's tiny a Leng, and lightly hook lips: "how do you know it's her."

"It's just me and her in the tent." Fenglan's answer is natural.

Jiang Anzhi glanced at her without saying a word, and sat on the bed next door, ready to turn off the light and go to sleep.

At the beginning of the wind haze, she turned a body and looked at him in a quiet and resentful way: "An Zhi, people want to hold you to sleep."

Jiang An's body was stiff, and he gave a strange look at teacher Xiaofeng, who pretended to be weak and poor. He only felt that his poor acting skills were inexplicably stupid.

He sighed helplessly from the bottom of his heart, and his face was still calm: "sleep well, pay attention not to kick off the needle."

Wind LAN early hand bandaged gauze, is in the instep blood vessel infusion, was an of such a remind her subconsciously aimed at a foot ya, fortunately, still regular ground put there.

Seeing the childlike behavior of Feng LAN Chu, Jiang An's eyes once again showed a smile uncontrollably. How nice she was, thinking of the people in the pool of blood in the morning, the suffocation came again.

He sighed, went around to the side where the wind haze had not dripped, lifted the quilt and sat up.

At the beginning of the wind haze, she turned and hugged his leg happily.

An Zhi's familiar taste gives her the illusion of going home. Her warm body temperature makes it easier to cover her bed.

"Won't you lie down?" The breeze haze first lifts Mou attentively to look at him.

Jiang An's hand embraces her shoulder to rub gently: "you sleep first, I wait for you this bottle of liquid medicine to change to sleep again."