The Strongest Young Grandmother

Since Yan Qingluo came back from Situ Jingzhu after knowing Situ Jingzhu's identity, he paid more attention to Situ Jingzhu.

Of course, after some attention, Yan Qingluo also saw clearly that Situ Jingzhu had really abandoned her own identity and was really serious about training and exercising.

Moreover, as a princess of a big family, she can endure hardships, and her training is harder than others.

The level of hard work shocked him.

Of course, once, Situ Jingzhu went to the hospital with heatstroke.

The time she was admitted to the hospital, it was Yan Qingluo who picked up her fainted and took her to the hospital.

When he was in the hospital, as soon as Situ Jingzhu woke up, he grabbed Yan Qingluo's hand and told him not to tell his grandfather and brother.

At that time, Situ Jingzhu's eyes were firm and persistent, and her eyes were flowing, with a moving light, as if she could directly penetrate into the depths of people's hearts.

Seeing such eyes, Yan Qingluo's cold heart seemed to be touched.

As if something tugged at his heartstrings.

That time, Yan Qingluo nodded at Situ Jingzhu's eyes, "Okay, I won't tell them."

Situ Jingzhu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and smiled at Yan Qingluo, "Thank you."

When Situ Jingzhu laughed, she was smart and beautiful, and she also had a feeling of being courteous and well-behaved, which made people involuntarily soften their hearts.

"You're welcome, pay attention in the future, don't suffer from heat stroke."

"Well, I didn't expect heatstroke either."

Situ Jingzhu then remembered the matter of fainting from heat stroke.

But when she fainted, she seemed to be a little conscious, as if someone picked her up and sent her in.

She passed out and didn't know who it was, but she seemed to remember a refreshing breath, a very clean breath.

At this time, Situ Jingzhu looked at Yan Qingluo by the hospital bed, and seemed to faintly smell his breath, as if it was a clean and refreshing breath.

Situ Jingzhu blinked, could it be that Yan Qingluo carried her here?

Realizing this, Situ Jingzhu's eyes widened, a little incredible.

But at the same time, my heart seemed to miss a beat, and there was a very strange feeling growing in my heart.

For a time, Situ Jingzhu looked at Yan Qingluo, not knowing what to say.

Face is a little hot.

"Thank you young master!"

"You can call me by my name in private. You lie down first, and I'll go through the hospitalization procedures for you."

"Ah, hospitalized? I... I'm suffering from heat stroke, and I have to go back to training."

"Observe for two days."

"But, I still need to train..." Situ Jingzhu didn't want to delay the training.

Yan Qingluo looked down at Situ Jingzhu, "Since I'm the young marshal, I'll have the final say."

Situ Jingzhu was about to cry. He had just said that he was calling his name in private, and he would use the young marshal to oppress people again.

Seeing that Situ Jingzhu was about to cry, Yan Qingluo said, "After you go back, the two days of training will make up for you."

After a pause, Yan Qingluo added, "I'll make it up for you myself."

Hearing this sentence, Situ Jingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, young marshal."

She laughed, and after Yan Qingluo walked out of the ward, Situ Jingzhu calmed down.

What do you think, that sentence just now seems a little wrong.

At that time, will Yan Qingluo accompany her to train in person?

Thinking of this, the strange feeling in Situ Jingzhu's heart became more obvious.

During the two days that Situ Jingzhu was hospitalized, Yan Qingluo came to see her, told her about things in the camp, and then brought her meals.