My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the evening that the nurse couldn't take it anymore and came to chase away the people, and this group of old and young homeless people reluctantly got up and went home.

"Mr. Xiaofeng, we will stay in the hotel next to the hospital, and we will come to see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Teacher Xiaofeng, good night."

"See you tomorrow, Shigong, and Teacher Xiaofeng."

There are so many people, it takes a long time just to say goodbye.

After finally waiting for everyone to leave, Feng Lanchu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the hospital was considerate and let her stay alone in a ward. Otherwise, their noisy posture would have been complained to the sky long ago.

After they left, An Zhi took the sink and went into the bathroom, and Feng Lanchu had time to look around the ward.

This hospital is estimated to be very old, the white walls have turned slightly yellow, and the lights are a little dim. There was an empty hospital bed next to her, and because she lived alone, it happened to be accompanied by An Zhi.

Feng Lanchu raised her hand to take a look again, her hand was wrapped with a bandage, the yellow, green and green medicine slightly seeped out, and she didn't know what kind of injury it was inside.

Recalling that before she fainted, it seemed that when she rolled downhill, she crossed her hands and hugged her head to protect her old face, so the abrasions on the outside of her elbows and hands should be more serious. Hurt.

Feng Lanchu was still in a coma when the bandage was done, so she could only rely on her memories to guess the extent of her injury, and she had to wait until the dressing was changed to know the exact appearance.

When Jiang Anzhi came out with hot water, he saw that she was studying carefully with her claws raised, her bright eyes full of seriousness.

That look is really inexplicably stupid.

Jiang Anzhi couldn't help snorting, and walked to her side with water.

"?" Feng Lanchu glanced at the basin of water unexpectedly, a little embarrassed, why did He Dehe want to wait for her to wash?

Looking at Feng Lanchu's expression, she thought she was unwilling to serve herself, but Jiang Anzhi said flatly, "I won't help you, so can you wash yourself?"

"Uh... that's not true." Feng Lan glanced awkwardly at her tightly wrapped claws, and continued to smile: "Then I will trouble you."

Jiang Anzhi pursed his lips lightly and said nothing, put his slender and fair hands deep in the basin and began to twist the towel.

Fearing that Fenglan might be freezing for the first time, he specially turned up the temperature of the water for washing her, and his white fingertips were burned red as soon as he put it down, but Jiang Anzhi didn't cry out in pain, and still calmly wrung the towel for her.

Avoiding the wounds and bandages on Feng Lanchu's face, Jiang Anzhi carefully washed her face.

Feng Lan first raised her head to enjoy the service, but when she lifted her neck, she accidentally pulled the scratch on her neck, and she hissed in pain.

The movements of Jiang Anzhi's hands paused slightly, and became softer again.

But his mouth was not gentle at all: "It turns out that you also know pain, I thought you are Iron Man and you don't feel pain."

Uncle Jiang was finally willing to talk to her, but unfortunately his language was a little cold and slightly yin-yang, but Feng Lan felt guilty at the beginning, unable to resist, he could only laugh cooperatively: "How could that be?"

"You can shake the earth with a hemp rope, what else can you do?"

Hearing An Zhi lift the hemp rope, Feng Lanchu's smile instantly froze on his face. Thinking back to the self who had been freed in the reserve these days, I felt very guilty for a moment. Could it be...Anzhi knows everything?

She glanced at Jiang Anzhi uneasily, only to see that he was still smiling with a faint brow and eyes, and there was only one explanation for the combination of this complex expression.

He knows everything.