Chapter 70: Scolding her, huh, could he bear to do that?
"Moss--Moss--" Ning Fengsheng shouted loudly, and saw Nanchuan Shijue close his eyes and fall into a coma.
Moss had been waiting outside the door. He rushed in immediately and asked the servant to carry the young master back to the room.
living room.
The place that was originally smashed into a mess by Nanchuan Shijue has now been cleaned up.
The doctor was called upstairs again and was extremely relieved to see that the young master was in a coma.
The young master who is in a coma can no longer go crazy and can "cooperate obediently" with the treatment.
"Miss Ning, please don't make the young master angry again... If he keeps on suffering like this, his injury will only get bigger and bigger."
Ning Fengsheng twisted the corner of his clothes and argued weakly: "I didn't..."
"Who else could it be but you? The only one who can make the young master so crazy... is you."
Ning Fengsheng's throat was choked.
Everyone in the Rose Garden knew that the only person who could affect Nanchuan Shijue's emotions was her...
"What is this?" The doctor looked at the red ribbon wrapped around the young master's wrist and was about to tear it off.
"Don't touch it..." Moss rushed forward first, "If this breaks, you won't be able to afford even ten heads."
What a close call! The doctor took a big step back in horror: "Is this related to Miss Ning again?"
Moss carefully took off the silk ribbon, wrapped it around his waist a few times, and put it away. "That's right."
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
"Miss Ning, what can I say to you? You know that the young master is narrow-minded, so can't you make him less angry?" Moss sighed. What an enemy!
Ning Fengsheng lowered her head. She hadn't planned to take him to the restaurant, but he insisted on going with her.
…
The next morning.
Moss swept away the dust with a feather duster and ordered the servants to replace the vase with the freshest flowers...
Turning around, I saw that the man on the bed had woken up at some point. His face was sickly pale, his expression was cold, and he had a tired look as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
"Master, Miss Ning is making porridge for you in the kitchen. She said you like the porridge she made, so she insisted that you cook." Moss explained carefully, fearing that the young master would look for someone as soon as he woke up.
Nanchuan Shijue just sat there, his dark blue eyes looking a little empty and expressionless.
"Shall I go and call Miss Ning up?" Moss asked tentatively.
Nanchuan Shijue was neither angry nor furious, and his facial expression was strangely calm.
Looking at this young master, Moss would rather he got angry and cursed...
Soon, Ning Fengsheng came in with a tray with freshly made porridge on it, steaming hot.
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes, which never turned away, fell on her and followed her as she walked.
"Why did Miss Ning bring it here herself? If you let the servants do this kind of thing, what if the porridge spills on you and you get burned?" Moss stepped forward.
"He's awake?" Ning Fengsheng said happily when he saw the figure sitting up on the bed. "The doctor said you'd wake up around this time. I calculated the time..."
“…”
"I also made a hangover soup."
Nanchuan Shijue stared at her with his dark eyes as she walked to the bed, his handsome jawline tense.
Moss placed the tray on the bedside table and asked, "Young Master, would you like some hangover soup first?"
"You drank too much last night, so your head must be hurting from the hangover." Ning Fengsheng held up the hangover soup, "Drink it and the pain will go away."
Nanchuan Shijue always gets drunk whenever he's in a bad mood...
This woman had never cared about him, and had never made this hangover soup.
"Thank you." His throat rolled twice and he uttered the two words stiffly.
Moss's eyes almost popped out.
I've never heard "thank you" from the young master in my life...
Ning Fengsheng's hand trembled and he almost spilled the bowl of sobering soup.
Nanchuan Shijue was unusually silent and did not ask Ning Fengsheng to feed him. He took the sobering soup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he picked up the bowl of porridge and ate it in big mouthfuls... and finished it quickly.
"Be careful, it's hot..." Ning Fengsheng clutched her skirt. He was unusually well-behaved today, and she thought he would definitely be in a bad mood when he woke up.
But... nothing happened.
"Is it delicious? Do you want another bowl?" Ning Fengsheng saw that he was eating so quickly and thought he was hungry.
Nanchuan Shijue frowned and felt nauseous as soon as he put down the bowl.
Moss was quick to hand over the trash can, and all the porridge he had just drunk was vomited out again.
Nanchuan Shijue was vomiting very hard. He vomited several times last night while he was unconscious, and he almost vomited bile...
Ning Fengsheng hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth: "Is your stomach upset? Don't drink so much next time... You're not a child anymore, why don't you take good care of yourself..."
As she spoke, her nose felt sore and her eyes were red, a sign that tears were about to fall.
Nanchuan Shijue stared at her red eyes. It was obvious that she had cried a lot last night.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and wipe the corner of her eyes...
It would have been better if he didn't wipe it, but this action instantly made Ning Fengsheng burst into tears.
"Lord Nanchuan, please don't be silent..." Ning Fengsheng felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Nanchuan Shijue sighed deeply, unable to bear the woman's tears...
"I want to hear you talk, even if you scold me."
Scolding her, huh, could he bear to do that?
Ning Fengsheng grabbed his big hand and put it on his face: "Speak!"
"The porridge is too salty... Did you salt it with your tears?"
"No, I've tasted it, and it's not salty at all." Ning Fengsheng cried and threw herself into his arms, "Nanchuan Shijue...you are not allowed to abuse yourself when you are angry in the future. Doesn't it hurt when you hit yourself?!"
"You won't even have the chance to frown even if it hurts like hell..." He rubbed her furrowed brows, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against a mirror.
"Anyway, I won't allow you to bully yourself anymore..."
Nanchuan Shijue had a sarcastic smile on his face, he has always been like this.
If he doesn't bully me, who else can he bully?
It's just that she was too lazy to pay attention to him before, but now she suddenly feels sympathy?
"I know you hate him... Didn't Shengsheng just have an abortion four months ago? You know I've always hated him..."
This woman has said countless times that she hates him.
He had already become numb from the pain.
But hearing it again makes me feel worse than death!
"Are you listening?" Ning Fengsheng tugged at his shirt, raised his red eyes and glared at him, "I'm going to smash your wine cabinet and throw away all the wine... I won't let you drink anymore..."
Nanchuan Shijue bent his index finger and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes: "If you have the ability...you can take care of me for the rest of my life."
"I will, I will take care of you forever!"
Nanchuan Shijue smiled widely, knowing that every word she said was a lie and she was just acting...
But that was all the time they had left together.
After her birthday is over, she will leave.
Just treat it as a beautiful dream that will never end, why does he have to wake himself up again and again, wake himself up in pain?
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