Luo Zheng shakes his ankle in plaster, thinking that men are embarrassing themselves.

It's not the point, it's her cooking, no It's not cooking. There's no cooking at all. She just doesn't touch spring water!

In my previous life, I didn't want to wash my hands and make soup. I learned to go into the kitchen and cook for Xi mubai.

Everyone doesn't always say that if you want to get a man's heart, you want to circle his stomach.

As a result, it's hard to say what you've made. Even your own stomach doesn't have any appetite!

However, Bo Hancheng looks at the girl's legs and frowns casually. He says, "I owe you. I will learn how to make porridge after you leave the hospital."

Luo Zheng later realized that this was the response: "Bo Hancheng, do you mean it?"

The man is good at his spare time, and his handsome face is picturesque and delicate, but it is indifference: "you know, I saved you and suffered some injuries. Can't we learn to make porridge for benefactor? "

"No!"

Luo Zheng doesn't even think about it. It's a heavy one.

The man listens, pour is also not irritated, go to take the tea cup casually, the breeze is light cloud light a time: "well, so say, you just have no conscience!"

"You..."

"Pa --"

unexpectedly, the man turned left and right, and then turned to the beginning again. Luo Zheng was just about to reply.

However, Bo Hancheng picked up the water cup, which was not held stably by accident. The water cup fell to the ground and started a room of ripples.

This incident surprised Luo Zheng.

Involuntarily glanced at the man's wrist, wrapped in a circle of white gauze, and his heart sank slightly.

Recall that when kidnapping, the man came in to save himself, Tang Wenjian's request Lose one hand!

At that time, she saw with her own eyes that the face of Bo Hancheng remained the same, using military daggers to cut off her own tendons.

She knew that the consequences must be serious, but she did not expect that even a simple drink of water could not hold the water cup firmly!

"Your hand..."

"Hands are all right, you go out first!"

As if to see the girl's idea, thin cold city eyebrow overflows a bit decadent, light a language interrupts.

Then, he continued to lean, and wanted to pour another glass of water with another hand, but the new cup was still in the cabinet, a little far away.

Therefore, the only way for the city to open its quilt is to show a leg wrapped in gauze.

Seeing this, Luo Zheng thought again that Tang Wenjian not only let him lose one hand, but also stabbed one leg Yes, later, when Lao Zhao scolded her and pushed her down, he was shot in the shoulder.

Aware that the girl's eyes stop on her body, thin and cold city eyes color a deep, stop getting out of bed.

Recline and cover the injured leg.

"Miss Luo, why don't you leave? Cough... "

Thin cold city doubts to ask, the body is obviously uncomfortable, with the fist against the lip gently cough.

Looking at the man deeply, Luo Zheng bit his lip, turned around and jumped.

Suddenly unknown, the man on the sickbed, leering at the girl's back, said silently: "3 2…… 1……”

At the next moment, the girl who jumped to the door turned around again as expected.

To the man's eyes, as well as a puzzling: "what else, huh?"

Tail tone slightly up, inexplicably through the provocative.

Luo Zheng is annoyed by his lack of morale. He thinks about it all the time. He can't hold the water cup stably.

He's such a proud man, but he's fallen to the ground. Even drinking water is a problem!