Personal security

Yang Zhengkun slowly woke up and opened his eyes with difficulty. He smelled the strong smell of Lysol. He looked around. The white walls, the white roof, and the white sheets on his body. Except for a bunch of red flowers on the table beside the bed, it was a white scene.

After regaining consciousness, he stretched his body a little. A burst of pain came over him. Yang Zhengkun shuddered slightly. A young nurse's delicate face flashed behind the screen. "Are you awake?

How do you feel?"

Yang Zhengkun nodded: "Well, where is this?"

"This is Hong Kong Rongguang Hospital. Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want some water?" The young nurse bent down and asked.

Hong Kong Rongguang Hospital? I remember that I was injured by a hidden weapon that night? How did I end up in a hospital opened by my family in Hong Kong? Who sent me here?

Just as he was thinking, the nurse brought a jar of warm water, and Yang Zhengkun suddenly felt extremely thirsty. After taking it, he gulped it all down in one breath, but suddenly felt an urgency.

The nurse seemed to know what Yang Zhengkun was thinking, smiled and said, "Do you want to go to the bathroom? Let me help you up." A pair of white, tender and soft little hands reached out and helped Yang Zhengkun to the door of the bathroom. The nurse looked at him and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to help you?"

Yang Zhengkun smiled bitterly in his heart, shook his head quickly, and thought that this little nurse was very brave. But it's not strange to think about it. What kind of job does she do? She serves patients in the hospital all day long. What kind of caliber has she not seen? With more experience, there is naturally nothing strange.

Standing in front of the toilet with the door closed, thinking that there was a very young and beautiful girl waiting at the door, Yang Zhengkun held it in for a long time before he discharged it. After a feeling of relief, the soreness all over his body became more and more obvious.

Coming out of the bathroom, the nurse waiting at the door helped him back to bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the dizzy feeling surrounded him again, and Yang Zhengkun fell asleep quickly. When he woke up again and opened his eyes, Yang Zhengkun saw that the screen opposite had been put away, and Zhang Xiaomeng was lying on the table with her hands on her cheeks, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Xiaomeng? Why are you here?" Yang Zhengkun coughed, and Zhang Xiaomeng looked over immediately, with a smile on her face that was very surprised: "You woke up, how do you feel?"

Yang Zhengkun couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Why does everyone ask this? You haven't answered my question yet."

Zhang Xiaomeng lowered her head and whispered: "I don't know either. Yesterday afternoon, two people said they were your brother. They came to my house and arrested me without saying anything and sent me to a plane to Hong Kong. After I got here, a lot of women surrounded me and asked me questions, which made me feel embarrassed..."

"Ah? How could this happen? What did they say to you?" When Yang Zhengkun heard Zhang Xiaomeng say this, he immediately became nervous.

"No... I didn't say anything... Oh, you are a patient now, please don't ask me anymore, okay?" As she spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng's face turned red.

This guy has so many relatives. Except for the middle-aged lady who arrived in Hong Kong with him, who is his mother, the other women are all his aunts. Those people looked at him and commented on him, and the words they said were really hard to say. This person still insisted on asking me what they said. How could they have the nerve to learn those words to you?

"They... They accepted you?" Looking at Zhang Xiaomeng's expression, Yang Zhengkun also knew that those aunts must have said something that made Zhang Xiaomeng feel embarrassed. However, since Zhang Xiaomeng was able to appear in his ward, it proved that they did not blame Zhang Xiaomeng for their injuries.

"Bad guy, I told you not to ask, but you still asked? They all praised you for your vision. You should be proud now, right?" Zhang Xiaomeng snorted and looked at Yang Zhengkun with a little coquettishness.

"Haha, you should be proud of that." Yang Zhengkun said, and seeing Zhang Xiaomeng's face getting redder, he changed the subject and asked, "I remember I was arrested, who rescued me?"

"It was your two brothers." Zhang Xiaomeng said, and approached Yang Zhengkun's face, staring at him and said, "Although I don't know the real relationship between them and you, I can see that they really care about you."

Knowing what Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to know in this voice, it's not a secret. If Zhang Xiaomeng is with him, she will know these things sooner or later. But it's still a bit inappropriate to tell her this at this time. So Yang Zhengkun smiled and struggled to get out of bed. He felt that his body was much better this time. Although he was still a little sore, he didn't feel the stinging pain anymore. "Well, I need to go to the bathroom. Do you want to avoid me or help me go?"

Zhang Xiaomeng blushed immediately, looked back at the door, and said in a low voice: "Oh my god, the nurse is right outside the door. Humph... When I helped you change clothes yesterday, it was all the nurse's fault... Did she help you go? If you really want to be watched, I'll call her now..."

"Hehe, forget it." Yang Zhengkun said, and quickly slipped into the bathroom to solve the problem, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart: Zhang Xiaomeng is jealous! !

When he came out of the bathroom, he found Zhang Xiaomeng standing at the door. Yang Zhengkun couldn't help but smirked: "What? You peeked at me?"

Zhang Xiaomeng's face turned redder, she snorted, and whispered: "Who cares? I'm just afraid of you... Wash your face and brush your teeth quickly, and then come out to drink chicken soup."

After some tossing, when Yang Zhengkun went back to bed and lay down again, Zhang Xiaomeng brought a bowl of chicken soup and asked with a straight face: "Are you going to drink it yourself or should I?"

Yang Zhengkun smiled cheekily and opened his mouth.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Xiaomeng's face. After glaring at Yang Zhengkun, she picked up the spoon and started feeding him.

Come.

"Did you cook it yourself?" After taking a sip, Yang Zhengkun looked at Zhang Xiaomeng and asked with a smile. "Yeah, how does it taste?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked while holding up a spoon.

"Ahem... Hurry, get me a glass of water..." Yang Zhengkun coughed exaggeratedly and reached out to touch the water glass on the table beside the bed: "You must have beaten the salt seller to death, otherwise how could you be like this?" How much salt do you put in it?”

"No way? I've tasted it and it's not salty..." Zhang Xiaomeng said as she put the spoonful of soup in her mouth.

"Pfft..." At this moment, it was Zhang Xiaomeng's turn to fan her white and tender palms and curl her lips: "Don't finish the drink, leave some for me... How could this happen? I've obviously tasted it, how could it change? So salty?"

At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Ding Yanming, dressed in a white dress, walked in with a thermos bucket in his hand: "Brother Kun, I made chicken soup to replenish your health..."

Yang Zhengkun snorted, shook his head at Zhang Xiaomeng with a wry smile, and said with a low smile: "Why did she come to Hong Kong too?"

Zhang Xiaomeng glared at Yang Zhengkun and said coquettishly: "How did I know this? Ah... No, Ding Yanming, you were the only one next to me when I was making soup. Is it your fault?"

Ding Yanming snorted contemptuously: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It's strange that you don't understand." As she spoke, she turned her head, lowered her voice, and said to Yang Zhengkun who was lying on the bed with a bitter smile: "If you dare to drink her soup, I will..."

Just like that, Zhang Xiaomeng didn't say anything, but one of her little hands was under the quilt, pinching Yang Zhengkun's thigh fiercely.

"Oh...Am I provoking someone? I'm a patient..." Yang Zhengkun screamed in a low voice.

"Huh, what's wrong with the patient? If you dare to mess around, I can't spare you." As Zhang Xiaomeng was talking, Ding Yanming stood next to her, looked at her sideways and said: "Get up, I'll feed Brother Kun some soup... Brother Kun, the soup I made is neither salty nor bland. It tastes just right. Try it..."

"Yan Ming, please put it there for now. I don't want to drink it right now. I just drank a large tank of water and my stomach is feeling uncomfortable right now. You guys go out first and I'll go to the bathroom..." Yang Zhengkun said with a bitter face. What does my heart mean to me? Urine escape? However, the bathroom is inside the room. Where can I escape even if I try to escape?

Zhang Xiaomeng rolled her eyes and stood up with a smile: "You want to go to the bathroom again? Oh, why are you so troublesome? They have to help you go in, you can't do it alone..." As she said this, she He looked at Ding Yanming as if he was demonstrating and smiled: "Get up and I'll help my boyfriend go to the bathroom. You're not going to watch from inside the room, are you?"

"You... a pair of adulterers..." Ding Yanming's little face turned pale with anger. She looked at Yang Zhengkun and then at Zhang Xiaomeng who looked proud. She put the thermos bucket in her hand on the table and turned away. Got out.

"Hehe, let's go, I won't send you off..." Zhang Xiaomeng smiled and held down Yang Zhengkun:

"What are you doing? Don't you need to go to the bathroom now? Come on, I'll drink soup for you..."

"Still drinking? It's almost killing me..." Yang Zhengkun quickly covered his mouth.

"What are you afraid of? Let's drink what Ding Yanming brought." Zhang Xiaomeng smiled, stood up and picked up the thermos bucket that Ding Yanming had just placed on the table.

"Isn't it? Didn't you just say..." Before Yang Zhengkun finished speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng said with a half-smile: "I just said that because I didn't want her to feed you. No matter who made the soup, as long as I feed it Just do it..."

Oh, is this okay? Yang Zhengkun had no choice but to lie down obediently and let Zhang Xiaomeng feed him spoonful after spoonful.

The weather in Hong Kong is already very hot, and Zhang Xiaomeng is wearing very simple clothes today. She only wears a white shirt and blue jeans. This bending down just exposed a pair of white and tender semicircles to Yang Zhengkun's perspective.