26 Don't come over here! Stop!

According to his usual temper, his face would have sank by now, but this time he really did what he wanted.

"What happened yesterday was an accident. I took some special medicine these two days, and I'm not in a good mood."

[What special medicine? How come I don't know about this? Wasn't it my responsibility to decide what medicine he should take and keep it safe? But this is not the point. How come I don't know what kind of medicine can produce such a deviation from the side effect? ​​Although he did look mentally unstable yesterday...]

Zhou Jingbai's mouth twitched slightly, but he still endured it.

"Take this card." After a while, he took out a bank card from his pocket.

Wen Zihuan forgot the pain when he looked at the card in front of him.

[I shouldn't be dreaming, right? This is actually a bank card? Besides, Zhou Jingbai took the initiative to give it to me. Since it's his card, there must be a lot of money in it. 】

【But what does he mean? It's not what I thought it was, right? Although it's a fake relationship, we can be considered a legitimate couple. Why do I feel like I was booked for the night and now he's settling my bill the next morning? Never mind, it's not important. As long as I have the money, it's fine. 】

Wen Zihuan had a bitter and vengeful look on his face before, but when he saw the shining bank card in front of him, he instantly became radiant, his waist and hands no longer hurt, and he even sat up to take the bank card.

In fact, it still hurts. Wen Zihuan is obviously worried that if I don't take it quickly, Zhou Jingbai has a certain chance of regretting it. He certainly won't let this happen.

"Husband, what is this?" Although he knew it very well, he pretended to be puzzled on the surface.

"Mental damage compensation." Zhou Jingbai threw down these five words and turned away.

Wen Zihuan frowned as he looked at the closed door of the room, "Mental damage compensation? But it's true to say so. After all, what happened last night did cause me a great mental trauma."

A short piece of unbearable past just appeared in his mind. He shook his head violently and forced himself not to think about it. He felt that if he thought about it again, his spirit would be severely damaged again.

Zhou Jingbai didn't come out of the room all day, so naturally the others noticed something was wrong. He took the time to check his phone in the evening and found many WeChat messages and phone calls. He didn't turn on the mute, but he really didn't hear anything.

After explaining to the elders, he called Fang Xingluo. After thinking about it, he could only lie that he was not feeling well and wanted to sleep.

Later, he almost came to the room to visit, but Wen Zihuan was already unconscious on the bed at that time. Of course, he couldn't let anyone in, because anyone who entered the door would be able to see what happened.

It took a lot of effort to push Fang Xingluo back.

After Zhou Jingbai came out of the room, he walked about seven or eight steps and suddenly stopped. He remembered that the sheets in the room last night were now a mess, and he had to find someone to deal with it and change them.

But then he remembered that Wen Zihuan was still lying on the bed and couldn't move, and if he asked the hotel staff to clean up...

He thought about it and went back, and happened to run into Wen Zihuan who was grinning in surprise after checking the balance of his bank card.

He thought he was seriously injured, but now it seems that he is better than nothing.

"Why, why are you back?" Wen Zihuan stuffed his bank card under the pillow subconsciously when he heard the sound of the door opening, and he became even more panicked when he saw that the person was Zhou Jingbai.

[He didn't suddenly change his mind and wanted to take the card back, did he? Although this amount of money is indeed not small, it is definitely a drop in the bucket for him. Besides, I think this little bit of mental damage is still acceptable for me after torturing me like this. Is he so stingy?

Before Zhou Jingbai could say a word after entering the room, Wen Zihuan muttered to himself and defined him as a fickle and stingy guy.

He looked at the bed sheet and then at Wen Zihuan, "Get down first."

"Why get down?"

Is this guy mentally ill? Can't he see that I'm a patient now, so he even has trouble sitting up? I feel like I need to use a wheelchair to move around now. Isn't this the same as asking a patient with disabled legs to get out of bed and walk by himself? Is this a moral decline or a distortion of human nature! 】

Zhou Jingbai really couldn't stand all this chatter, and then he went to the bed without saying a word, picked up Wen Zihuan and put him on the sofa in the room.

The bed sheet at this time was really unbearable to look at, and he stood in front of it for a long time without moving.

At this moment, Wen Zihuan, who was lying on the sofa and could only wrap himself in a sheet because he had no clothes, looked at him in confusion.

【Now I kind of believe what he said before, but I don't think this is a mental problem caused by drugs. I think he originally had a mental problem. No wonder he always finds fault. It turns out that it is not a personality problem. 】

Zhou Jingbai put the matter of the bed sheet aside for the time being, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the sofa.

"You, don't come over here! Stop!" Wen Zihuan was still complaining in his heart the previous second, and was frightened by his rushing action the next second. He could speak two sentences clearly at the beginning, but he couldn't form a sentence at the end.

He was really scared now. Seeing this face, especially the look of him rushing towards him with an angry face, made him tremble with fear, and his butt also hurt slightly.

"Can you wash the sheets?"

"Huh?"

"Wash the sheets."

[Why is this different from what I thought? He rushed towards me with a ferocious look just now. I thought he was sick again, but he actually asked me how to wash the sheets? ]

Fortunately, there was a washing machine in the room. Wen Zihuan sat on the sofa and guided him to find the laundry detergent, and then told him how much to pour each time.

But it was obvious that what he said was the same as not saying anything, because the washing machine had just started to run and the bubbles inside were about to burst out.

Wen Zihuan was sitting on the sofa not far from the washing machine at this time. He was worried that he would accidentally hurt himself and could only drag his sick body back to bed with pain.

[What is going on? Does he have any common sense? As the saying goes, you have eaten pork even if you have never seen a pig. How come he doesn't even know the amount of water to use in a washing machine? He is indeed a young master who was raised with pampered habits. We can't treat him with the common people's thinking.]

Zhou Jingbai wanted to refute, but because his reasons were too hard to say, he could only swallow his frustration.

After all, he has grown up so much that he certainly knows that you can't put too much detergent. As for the accident in front of him, it was because of his shaking hands.

As for why his hands were shaking, the culprit was naturally the other person in the room.

When Wen Zihuan was just listening to him giving orders, he did not notice that a piece of the quilt used to cover his body had slipped down, and he was very clear about the marks on it.