I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

He has long hands and feet, and he leaps forward extremely fast.

Jiang Lao was completely unprepared, his lower back sank back and he almost fell on the couch.

But his waist was clamped by a pair of large, calloused hands.

Because of the burning, his body was extremely hot, and across the cloth, Jiang Lao's skin shuddered. She pushed him and couldn't push him away. Instead, he was shocked to frown and shouted, "Nian Nian."

His breath was extremely hot as he spoke, and the tips of Jiang Lao's ears trembled.

He closed his eyes and rubbed her neck, without hearing a response, he continued to shout, "Yearly."

In the low voice, there was a sense of anxiety.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Jiang Lao's face because of the temperature on his body.

After he didn't know how to call "Nian Nian" a few times, she finally heard the anxiety and noise in his voice.

These sounds seemed to confirm something.

"I'm here," she said.

She supported him and wanted him to lie back down.

Just when I raised my hand, I heard a painful muffled hum in my ear, "I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Lao touched his forehead along the way, the temperature was indeed shockingly hot.

"Lie down and you will feel comfortable."

She persuades each other softly.

The slender fingers clamped on her thin waist moved inadvertently and tightened.

If it is said that when he pounced on it just now, Rong Ming's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't distinguish the reality and dream.

This toss made him half sober.

The burnt head was dreaming all the time, but it was the dream that he had frequently recently. He had to call her the emperor's wife in the dream, and his heart was flustered with anger.

I opened my eyes just now and watched her sitting on his couch with her head down, with a thin neck dangling in front of her eyes.

The skin is extremely fair and cleaner than a snow field.

Like pressing it once, a red mark will be left.

He stared at it for a while, his eyes gradually getting deeper.

Probably because of the effects of those medicines, his self-control was unable to become an army. He just looked at her before his eyes and his mind was filled with some crazy thoughts.

Want to declare sovereignty.

Want to leave a trace.

Want to bite.

These are the thoughts that most conform to his instinctual nature. Without the sensible barrier, they burned more and more vigorously in the gloomy night.

His head rested on Jiang Lao's shoulder, his cold white face illuminated by the candlelight looked sickly and well-behaved, but the slender fingers pinching her waist gradually tightened, smelling the fragrance of her body. Secretly, as if thirsty for water, he licked the tip of a tiger's tooth.

But she heard her squeamish voice, "Your hand is lighter, and it hurts me to pinch."

Rong Ming's breathing sound

Stop, as if waking up, blinked. The extraordinary look in Tongren that had arisen from those crazy thoughts sank gently and hid it.

The thoughts of wanting to bite and leaving tooth marks on her body didn't stop, and the line of sight was still dark and thick.

But he opened his hand lightly.

Is she reluctant to hurt after all.

He put his chin on her shoulders, neither light nor heavy, and he felt terrible thinking about the dream. Not speaking, only hearing her breathing, knowing that she was there, I was greatly relieved.

But in this comfort, there is also a secret dissatisfaction.

Jiang Lao stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, "You go to bed, you can get better if you fall asleep."

Her movements were gentle, but his eyes gave birth to great grief, "Will you leave?"

She will leave. She will leave when his leg is healed. This is what she said.

As it is now, it would be nice to be able to maintain it forever.

"I won't go."

The little girl's coaxing voice was soft and gentle.

She put her little hand on his back and patted him lightly, fearing that he would not be able to hear him. She repeated it again, "I won't go."

"Yeah." Rong Chen responded slowly, his voice deepened, "You don't want to lie to me."

"Of course I don't lie to you. If you are not good, I will close my eyes and watch you overnight and I will not leave."

The effect of the medicine became heavier and heavier, and Rong Sheng closed his eyes.

I missed the last two sentences that Jiang Lao said like a guarantee.

...

More revealing.

Helping Rong Zhao, who had fallen asleep again, lay back, Jiang Lao touched his forehead, which was very hot.

Think about his behavior just now as if he was drunk and babbling like a dream. He felt that his illness was more serious than she thought. First put the matter of going back to his heart, and went to the well in the courtyard and worked for a while. The bucket of water comes.

Wet the thick Gejin with cold water and put it on his head.

She took the bench by herself and sat and guarded by his bed.

When his square towel was soaked by his body temperature, he took it off and put it in cold water again, then wrung it out and put it on.

Time and time again, tirelessly.

Occasionally, I raised my eyes to look at him, and took a look at his face, and when he heard his breathing sound a little weak, my heart felt as uncomfortable as a ball.

It was late at night, thinking about him, but not sleepy.

His pitiful appearance now is the same as those in her dreams of lofty, cold personality. The layoffs have no similarities.

Jiang Lao now feels more and more that they are two people.

That alone. The layoffs sleep on their own

At that time, she always let her sleep on the sidelines, making the people in the house misunderstand that she is his general girl, and stuffed her with things, wanting her to speak a little bit in front of him, but what she said, There is little use for him. She doesn't accept anything when others send them. It saves others' face and has a reputation for being pet and spoiled. The popularity in the house is getting worse and worse, and the road is getting harder and harder to walk. .

Think about it, I want to scold the bastard. Nine, Jiang Lao lowered his head and muttered a few times.

The person on the bed moved two times restlessly, Jiang Lao stood up, took away the wet kudzu towel, and tried his forehead.

It's not too hot anymore.

She exhaled, feeling relieved in her heart.

It is not too annoying to change, wash the Gejin, and then press it on his head.

Looking at the sky outside, I couldn't tell what time it was.

All the way back to Jiang's Mansion and back into his bed, the last stone in Jiang Lao's heart finally fell to the ground.

The leg is saved.

...

Ming Shao called her girl twice the next day, but failed to arouse people.

Although the girl is used to being lethargic, I have never seen her calling it twice in the morning.

Ming Shao took away Jiang Lao's quilt, "Girl, it's time to wake up."

Jiang Lao fell into a cold sleep in a deep sleep, rubbing his eyes and sat up, looking like he wanted to sleep in a muddle.

"If the girl doesn't go to dinner, the master will worry again." Ming Shao took the clothes handed by the other little maid, put it on Jiang Lao, and scanned the snowy skin next to the tip of her belly. But he frowned and looked at it carefully, "Girl, on your waist..."

Jiang Lao lowered his head with dumbfounded eyes, saw the reddish traces on his waist, and instantly came to his senses.

This must have been left when the waist was pinched last night.

She felt a headache and explained, "When I fell asleep last night, I accidentally rolled under the bed. Maybe I fell at that moment."

But I couldn't help but slander. I didn't know what the sick person was dreaming of. He looked weak and weak, so it hurt her.

Ming Shao has always been a girl who said that she is the same, she didn't doubt the authenticity of Jiang Lao's remarks, and immediately admitted her mistake, "It was the slave's fault. I didn't notice the girl last night, and I didn't even know the girl fell out of bed. "

Jiang Lao was afraid that if she wouldn't stop her, she would even say such things as the slave and maid **** it, and said quickly, "I was not careful, it has nothing to do with you."

Ming Shao got up, found the blood-promoting ointment to apply to Jiang Lao, and muttered, "This is how the girl was when she was a young girl. She may get bruises when she bumps her body. Next time, you should be careful."

Jiang Lao lowered his eyes, but wondered if her patient was well.

Ming Shao put the medicine on, and said to Jiang Lao: "Tell the girl some fun things."

"The slave servant heard people say this morning that the Yang family has offended the beggars here. Every day, no matter how guarded they are, there are beggars to make trouble."

Jiang Lao has never been a gloat, and said lightly: "Perhaps they have offended someone."

Ming Shao said: "It's not just this one, but there is another one. The young master went out to the theater yesterday and met the brothers and sisters of the Yang family."

"The young master has a calm temper in the past few days, and he was not even angry at being called a fat man by Girl Yang."

"But Miss Yang said, girl, you look so talented, you can't even compare to the girl in the oil mill here. The young master was so anxious that he had to fight with someone. After changing Jiang Ping's cleverness, he spread a few words. Everyone now knows that the Yang family is asking for marriage and it is not possible. It is so with a grudge, and they are all watching their jokes."

Jiang Lao smiled this time, "The girl from Youfang is innocent. She was pulled out for comparison for no reason."

"It's fun to change to the back." Ming Shao smiled, "Little Master had a big meal, and turned around to gnaw a melon. The skin of the melon was thrown to the place where the Yang brothers and sisters got on the sedan chair..."

Jiang Lao tapped his forehead with a smile, "This little bastard."

The methods are both bright and dark, and you can play with flowers.

She thought that after taking a lesson, he would be able to settle down more or less.

Sure enough, the situation is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change. It is the lawless little overlord.

"But the young master ate a whole honeydew melon yesterday and had diarrhea this morning." Ming Shao buttoned Jiang Lao the last button. "I just ran into him in front of the yard, holding his belly and wanted to find a girl, saying that he only knew that.杨公子接近他是想求娶姑娘，要找姐姐揍他这个小眼瞎的一顿——他原话就是这样，可笑坏奴婢了。”

"He knew that I won't be him, I dare to come over." Jiang Yan has a number, "If I really have him, he will be crying, saying that my sister doesn't hurt him."

Ming Shao changed Jiang Lao's clothes, and took a look, "The girl's eyes are very blue. Would you like the servant girl to put some powder on you to cover it?"

Jiang Lao nodded, and when he went to eat breakfast, he was not so afraid of being seen by her father that she had gone out of the wall last night.

As soon as he arrived at the place to eat, he was hugged by Jiang Jinxing, who ran over.

"Sister A must lead it." Jiang Jinxing hooked her hand, he had to hold her hand before he was willing to walk in.

"Don't you want me to beat you?" Jiang Lao

Tease him.

Jiang Jinxing immediately shrank his head, then turned his **** around, put his hand in his hand, and released it again, "My sister is going to beat him."

He closed his eyes and turned his mind, "Then beat it."

Jiang Lao adjusted his collar for him, "My hand hurts, I don't want to beat you, you just need to know your mistake."

"Then I'll rub it for you." Jiang Jinxing's two chubby hands covered Jiang Lao's hands. His nose is very alert. He smelled Jiang Lao's body as if there was a faint bitterness. If you don't smell it carefully, you won't notice When he arrived, he went up and sniffed vigorously, "Is my sister sick and taking medicine? Why is there a herbal smell on her body."

Jiang Lao was so scared that he took off the purse that Jiang Jinxing was wearing and put it on his body.

Covered by the smell of purse, no one can smell her body this time.

After breakfast, no one found out about her going out last night.

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

Successfully crossed the robbery.

...

In the west of the city, Rong Chen woke up just before dawn.

He sat up on the couch with his upper body supported, and a wet kudzu towel slipped off his forehead.

Touching his cool forehead, he pursed his lips for a long time, then gave a soft smile.

The glacier under his eyes melted, and his eyes were warm and gentle for a while.

Moved his leg to the side of the bed, and unexpectedly found that today this leg is much stronger than just changing in the cold.

Rong Ming raised his hands slightly, and tried to stand up without supporting anything.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

It's okay.

There was a "boom" in the courtyard, and not long after, the door was pushed open.

When pushing the door, Jiang Laohuan was afraid that Rong Ming would not wake up. When pushing the door, he was very careful and did not dare to exert too much effort.

Pushing the door open, seeing Rong Ming sitting next to his bed, her eyes brightened, "Brother Ming, are you awake?"

She carried a boxy octagonal food box in her hand, and when she opened it, steaming porridge was revealed inside. Jiang Lao put the bowls and chopsticks on the small table and brought it to Rong Chen, "I'm bringing you food. ."

She saw that Rong Ming's spirit seemed to be much better than yesterday, and she felt a little more at ease, "Is your wind chill better?"

Originally, she went back last night because she wanted to keep dreaming about something.

But dreaming and not dreaming are completely beyond her control.

After returning home last night, she slept too soundly and dreamt of nothing.

Rong Ming looked at her gloomily.

Jiang Lao was worried that Rong Lu would not have the energy to open the door for her. In order to get over the wall, he didn't wear a high-necked cloak, and his white and slender neck was bare, making Rong Lu remember the scene in his dream last night.

"My illness is about the same." He finally looked away and said in a slightly dumb voice.

Jiang Lao's face showed an unbelief look, "You didn't tell me when you were sick for a day at the beginning."

She changed the account and remembered, and waited for him to settle with him.

"Really good."

Rong Chen had never been cared about like this before. His cold white face couldn't hold back a little blush, and he was well hidden by the newly healed sickness. "Even if you ask the doctor to see it, you will say that I'm fine."

He became a doctor for a long time, and he was desperate this year. He wanted to dig medicine to heal himself. He had already recognized a lot of herbal medicine and he couldn't make a mistake.

"I believe you once."

Jiang Lao said very generously.

She pushed the porridge in front of Rong Chen, "You drink some porridge. I just got sick after getting sick. I brought the porridge specially for you. Drinking porridge will make you feel better."

Rong Ming's eyes were firmly locked on her.

He suddenly turned his head, looked to one side, hesitated for a long time, then looked back again.

"Can you remember what happened last night?"

"Um."

Rong Ming coughed and lowered his eyes.

His beautiful face was still sickly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a little shy and hard to speak, speaking slowly.

"You looked... looked at my body."