After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant - Chapter 8

Hearing Qi Jinran’s words, Wen Yuan was stunned for a while.

He suddenly remembered that Grandpa Qi had told him that day that Qi Jinran had experienced some things a few years ago to become what he is now.

In the silent silence, he stared into Qi Jinran’s deep pool-like eyes, and seemed to faintly see the unspeakable pain and sadness that was suppressed under the calm appearance.

“Mr. Qi… is home.”

Zhuang Jie parked the car in the underground garage and said softly.

“You go down first.”

“Yes, Mr. Qi.”

The dim lights came on, and only Wen Yuan and Qi Jinran were left in the carriage.

“So, now am I entitled to call you stupid?”

Wen Yuan looked at Qi Jinran’s arrogant eyes as always, and began to suspect that the sadness and pain in the eyes of the man he had just seen were all illusions.

“Yes, you are qualified.”

Wen Yuan sighed helplessly, propped up his body, and sat up slowly. Presumably overwhelmed by alcohol, he suddenly had the idea of ​​a prank.

He couldn’t believe this guy could be so calm forever.

“You don’t like me being too close to you, do you?”

“You are self-aware.”

Qi Jinran snorted coldly, lowered her long eyelashes, and was about to turn around to pull the door when someone grabbed her arm. He was stunned for a moment, turned around, and found that Wen Yuan had changed into a kneeling posture at some point, and his bright black eyes were looking at him slyly.

“But I’m not—”

As soon as the word “no” fell, he leaned over, held Qi Jinran’s face, and gave him a heavy kiss on the lips.

The man’s lips were cold and dry, and his body was faintly scented with bitter orange and lemon. Wen Yuan wrinkled his nose, and when he was about to smell it carefully, someone grabbed his neck.

The panic and shock in Qi Jinran’s eyes have not yet faded, his face is full of defense, pinching Wen Yuan’s neck and pressing him on the leather seat, his voice is angry and low.

“Isn’t it courting death?”

Damn, this guy won’t strangle himself just because he kissed him? What a chaste and strong man!

Wen Yuan complained in the bottom of his heart, the suffocation from his neck made him lose the last bit of alcohol, his mind became extremely clear, and he began to cowardly beg for mercy.

“I just got drunk…on the spur of the moment…not on purpose…”

“You hold your hand high… There are a lot of adults…”

Because of the pain, Wen Yuan’s handsome face flushed red, his straight facial features were wrinkled together, and physical tears were pouring out of his eyes, looking pitiful. Qi Jinran looked at him, suddenly let go of her hand, and got out of the car without looking back.

Wen Yuan looked at the tall and thin back, and touched his neck with lingering fears.

Did he escape?

It’s all because of alcohol for harming people. He has to learn a lesson. This kind of plucking from a tiger’s head will never be done again next time!

Back in the bedroom, Wen Yuan took a shower and fell asleep in bed for a second. He didn’t know that in the next room, Qi Jinran was tossing and turning on the bed.

As soon as Qi Jinran closed his eyes, the image of Wen Yuan approaching and kissing him was in his mind. The boy’s lips were soft and hot, burning him like a flame. Obviously, he should be extremely disgusted, and he should be pushed away immediately, but his body was stiff for several seconds, and it took a long time to react.

what happened to him?

Qi Jinran sat up irritably, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, only to find that the cane was not placed by the bed. He looked down at his empty right trouser leg, and suddenly felt an indescribable disgust in his heart.

He should have strangled that daring fellow in the car at that time!

Wen Yuan was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

Without opening his eyes, he touched the phone on the bedside and put it to his ear.

“Hey?”

“Why haven’t you come to school yet, how dare you escape from the old horse’s class?” It was Ji Hong’s voice.

Wen Yuan glanced at the European-style wall clock on the wall, the whole person suddenly woke up, bounced off the bed, walked to the cloakroom and quickly dressed.

“You call for me first, I’ll come right away!”

Wen Yuan hurriedly put on his shirt and denim jacket, and when he was changing his pants, some scenes from last night suddenly flooded into his mind. He froze for a second, then quickly shook his head, trying to wipe those memories from his mind. go.

That idiot who went crazy by drinking alcohol is definitely not himself!

He rushed to the south building of the school and slipped into the lecture hall through the back door. Ji Hong had already occupied his seat and waved at him.

“Why are you only here now?”

I don’t know what to see, Ji Hong’s face blushed, showing an expression of sudden realization.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Yuan was bewildered by him.

Ji Hong pointed to his neck and lowered his voice.

“You guys were… too intense last night…”

Wen Yuan looked down and saw that the red marks on the collar of his shirt were particularly clear. No wonder he was misunderstood. He quickly buttoned the top buttons and laughed dryly.

“Mosquito bites, misunderstanding, misunderstanding.”

“There are mosquitoes in this winter?” Ji Hong said with an expression of “I believe you are a ghost”.

If I say it was Qi Jinran’s pinch, you probably don’t believe it. Wen Yuan was too lazy to explain, so he found the professional book, and said righteously: “Stop chatting, just listen to the lecture.”

After last night, Wen Yuan knew that he had completely annoyed Qi Jinran this time. He sent a bunch of apology text messages, but Qi Jinran didn’t reply.

He didn’t give up. He went home in the evening and made a box of cookies of various flavors. He attached an apology letter to Qi Jinran, but was told by the housekeeper that he had gone to S city for a business trip and had been away for the past few days.

Wen Yuan felt that he was not far from Liang Liang.

House seemingly endless rain. The vice president of the club has an accident again. One night, when he was having a late night snack, the vice president drank too much and had a fight with the gangster on the next table. Fa attended and came to Wen Yuan for help.

Looking at the deputy office with a bruised nose and a swollen face and a plaster on his arm, Wen Yuan reluctantly took his place.

If you want to participate in the New Year’s Day rehearsal, you will inevitably encounter Zhou Yunqing. After the unpleasant meeting in the corridor that day, Zhou Yunqing never looked for him again, but his love affair with Yang Moxiu became more and more high-profile. Wen Yuan ran into two people kissing in the backstage lounge several times, so disgusting that he almost spit out the overnight meal.

On Saturday, Wancheng ushered in another wave of strong cold air, and the temperature dropped below zero. Originally, Qi Jinran wasn’t there, and Wen Yuan didn’t plan to go back to Shuixieju. He didn’t expect that he had just finished rehearsal this night when he received a call from Xue Rong.

“What? Is he sick?”

Wen Yuan carried the guitar, got in the car sent by the Qi family, and hurried back to Shuixieju. From a distance, the villa was brightly lit, and an ambulance was parked in the courtyard. His heart sank, and he hurried in.

He met a tall man in a light green nurse uniform with a tray in his hand, and when he saw the nameplate on his chest, Wen Yuan was stunned.

Dinghe? Could this be… the nurse Xiao Ding that Sister Xue said before?

“Are you Mr. Wen Yuan? I heard Sister Xue tell you about you.”

Ding He guessed Wen Yuan’s identity at a glance, he briefly introduced himself, and walked inside with Wen Yuan.

“Don’t worry, the doctor has come. Mr. Qi’s condition is not serious, just because of a fall and a cold, he needs to rest for a while.”

“How could he get hurt?” Wen Yuan was puzzled.

“I heard from Assistant Zhuang that it was snowing in S city and the road was too slippery. When Mr. Qi got off the car and entered the hotel, he accidentally tripped.”

That’s right, Qi Jinran’s right leg is not as flexible as an ordinary person’s, and walking on the snow-covered road must be easy to fall. With such a strong temper, he would definitely not want to go out in a wheelchair… Wen Yuan sighed in his heart.

At the door of Qi Jinran’s bedroom, Wen Yuan’s footsteps suddenly stopped. He hadn’t forgotten that Qi Jinran had not accepted his apology until now. Wouldn’t it be unpleasant for him to go in now? Besides, Qi Jinran is still a patient.

“Mr. Wen, won’t you go in and see him?”

Ding He couldn’t figure it out, since these two are engaged and living together, why does their relationship seem so unfamiliar.

Wen Yuan smiled awkwardly: “I… I’ll be at the door.”

Ding He didn’t ask more, knocked on the door, and after getting permission from the people inside, he entered the room with a tray.

Wen Yuan stood outside the door, watching Ding He take the temperature of the man on the bed and change the infusion bag. This is the first time Wen Yuan has seen Qi Jinran’s illness. The man’s pale and thin face is half sunk into the pillow, the black hair that he usually combs back is down, and it is scattered on his forehead. His eyes are half-closed, looking haggard. And weak.

“Stop… Painkillers…” Wen Yuan suddenly heard the man’s hoarse voice.

Hearing Qi Jinran’s request, Ding He looked embarrassed: “Mr. Qi, you have already taken the medicine.”

Qi Jinran closed her eyes, grabbed the sheet under her with her left hand, and laughed bleakly.

“Can the dose be increased?”

Ding He hesitated: “Mr. Qi, you know, this is actually a neuropathic pain with a very complicated cause. Painkillers may not help much…”

He knew that Qi Jinran had phantom limb pain again, which had already been cured. If it weren’t for that person… his disease would not have recurred.

Qi Jinran looked at the ceiling, her eyelashes slowly blinked twice, then closed again.

“I know, you go out.”

“Yes, Mr. Qi, remember to ring the bell for anything.”

Ding He dimmed the light on the bedside, picked up the used infusion bag on the table, and quietly left the room.

“Mr. Wen, you should also go to rest.” Ding He couldn’t bear to see Wen Yuan still standing outside.

“I’m not sleepy.” Wen Yuan shook his head and glanced at the room with some worry: “Can he do it alone?”

“He will ring the bell for anything. The infusion is over in two hours. I also set the alarm clock and can come over at any time.”

Wen Yuan looked at Ding He’s circle of black and blue, and it was estimated that he was too busy for most of the night. He nodded: “Then go to rest, I will help you take care of him.”

“Thanks.”

Ding He yawned, and after disposing of the discarded medical supplies, he told him some precautions, and then turned back to the next room.

Wen Yuan waited until Qi Jinran fell asleep at the hidden door before daring to enter.

The bedroom is covered with a thick woolen carpet, and the heating is sufficient. The faint smell of ocean smoke mixed with the smell of potion fills the air. Wen Yuan, wearing household slippers, slowly walked to Qi Jinran’s bed and looked at the sleeping man.

For fear of waking Qi Jinran, he didn’t dare to let out the air, so he carefully tucked the quilt that slipped to his shoulders for him.

Qi Jinran’s blood loss lips were tightly closed, as if trapped in a nightmare. Wen Yuan remembered Ding He’s advice, wiped his forehead with the alcohol wipes on the bedside, and took his temperature again.

Good guy, it’s all burned to 38.7 degrees!

Wen Yuan actually had no experience in caring for people. He just followed Ding He’s instructions and kept changing towels to wipe Qi Jinran’s body and face to help him cool down physically. Ding He came in once halfway through and helped Qi Jinran pull out the needle. Seeing several dazzling pinholes on the back of the man’s blue-white hand, Wen Yuan’s heart also seemed to be pierced.

Although this guy has a poisonous mouth and is a deadly arrogant, it is still pitiful to lie on the bed so weakly.

As a roommate, Wen Yuan thought that he should treat him better, and he recognized his hot face and cold ass. With a clean towel in his hand, just as he was about to put it on Qi Jinran’s forehead, a line of sight suddenly came over.

Meeting Qi Jinran’s dark eyes, Wen Yuan’s heart thumped.

Damn, when did this guy wake up?