Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

After that, everyone worked together to help Tang Jinchuan back to the bedroom and lie down.

At this time, Jiang Mingyu had also restored his original calmness.

She knew in her heart that being flustered and nervous would only make this man more miserable.

He kept this secret from himself and suffered this inhuman pain just because he wanted to recover as soon as possible so that he could catch up with her.

Jiang Mingyu knew that he could not allow himself to collapse at will.

Otherwise, all that Tang Jinchuan endured would have been wasted.

…

"Can I wipe him down?"

At that time, Tang Jinchuan slowly leaned on the bedside. After Jiang Mingyu covered him with a quilt, he turned to look at Xia Wan who was standing behind him.

Her eyes were bloodshot and a little red and swollen.

At this moment, he looked worried and tired, but no one noticed it.

After a while, Xia Wan nodded and said,

"Okay, the water temperature shouldn't be too high."

"good."

No one stayed in the house any longer.

Even Butler Tang did the same. He turned around with everyone and walked outside.

Along the way, these two people were in many troubles, and there was almost no moment of peace.

If you're not dealing with other people's problems, you're dealing with your own.

In short, I have been constantly on the road to solving problems.

So much so that the two of them never even put their life-long events on their agenda.

It's really, really difficult.

Butler Tang was worried, but he couldn't do anything well.

After standing outside the door and wiping away her tears, she whispered to Xia Wan beside her,

“Ms.

Not only must the young master be replenished, but the wife must also be taken care of together. No matter which of these two people collapses, the other one cannot bear it.

Even the sky of this family is about to collapse in half. "

"Well, there are a few dishes that are quite suitable for them. Let's go downstairs and talk about it."

"Okay, okay, great, then I'll trouble you."

The group of people immediately went downstairs and went to the kitchen to prepare relevant materials.

And on this side, inside the house

After everyone left, Jiang Mingyu did not remain depressed.

She took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves neatly, then went to the bathroom to get water and wring out a towel.

During this period, Tang Jinchuan remained silent.

Although he still felt uncomfortable and the aftertaste of being shocked was still there, his eyes were always fixed on Jiang Mingyu.

Not a moment of separation.

Even if Jiang Mingyu entered the bathroom, he seemed to be able to see her busy figure through the bathroom door, staring there for a moment.

In this way, after Jiang Mingyu came back with the basin, the two looked at each other and then smiled indulgently.

Jiang Mingyu asked first,

"What are you laughing at."

"My wife is beautiful."

"She's not your wife yet."

"Both morning and evening."

Jiang Mingyu smiled without saying a word, quickly twisted the towel, and wiped Tang Jinchuan's body carefully.

It wasn't until she held his hands that hadn't recovered that she was slightly startled.

Then he lowered his head and wiped away the blood stains on his fingertips little by little.

The man's fingers were already a little swollen, and when he looked closely, he discovered that there were several wounds of various sizes hidden on the fingertips.

Deep and heavy.

This torture-like treatment method made Jiang Mingyu feel very uncomfortable even just by looking at it.

It's hard to imagine how Tang Jinchuan managed to survive the past nearly a week.