"Can I come in?"
At the door, it doesn't matter if Xu Jiang brings the doctor in, or if he doesn't. These two people are so good at each other that if mosquitoes fly in, they will probably think it's an intrusion.
Huanong heard the sound and pulled back his hand.
Lu Jing'an didn't chase after him, he nodded and signaled Xu Jiang to come in.
"How?" The man asked nervously and restrainedly.
Xu Jiang held Huanong's hand and carefully treated the wound. His extremely serious attitude caused Lu Jingan to respond lightly: "Compared to before, this is a minor injury."
"hiss----."
"Is this a minor injury?" Huanong gasped in pain, and Lu Jing'an's questioning voice rang out instantly.
"It hurts even if you are bitten by a mosquito. If you really feel sorry for this person, you should resolve all the messy things around you as soon as possible and give them a peaceful life. You are constantly fighting and plotting all day long. What about acting in a TV series? What about writing romance novels? "
Xu Jiang complained angrily and was very dissatisfied with Lu Jing'an.
Chen Shi stood on the edge, his admiring eyes falling on Xu Jiang, and he almost spoke in agreement.
"Sir..." Xu Wei received a call outside and came in with his cell phone. He still didn't understand what happened in the room, so he just handed the phone to Lu Jing'an.
The latter took the phone and went to the corridor.
I don't know what was said on the other side. When Huanong left the ward door, he only heard him say in a deep voice: "Be sure to keep people in Beijing and Hong Kong."
"What's wrong?"
"Have someone stop Jiang Wanzhou," Lu Jing'an put away the phone and turned to look at Huanong. Seeing her treated palm, he raised it and looked at it: "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay," Hua Nong responded lightly.
The man hummed, handed the phone to Xu Wei, and told him to prepare the car: "Go back to Puyun Mountain."
It has been almost two months since he returned home. Although Kunlan was worried, Xu Wei's comfort did not cause chaos. The house was still the same as when they left. The servants had a clear division of labor and maintained the daily routine of the entire manor.
Externally, Quinlan only said that the host and hostess went on vacation and would wait to be notified as to when they would return.
The car parked in the courtyard, and Quinlan came out with his servants to greet him. More than a dozen people stood neatly, bowed and bent down, and muttered words to welcome Mr. and Mrs. home. The scene was comparable to a mansion scene in an American TV drama.
If Huanong wasn't an actor and had seen scenes like this on and off screen, he would probably be frightened.
"Quinlan."
"Mrs."
"Prepare some mugwort water and let your husband take a bath."
Lu Jing'an didn't know why, and his doubtful eyes fell on Huanong. Xu Wei beside him whispered: "Get rid of bad luck."
The man was speechless. He wanted to refute but didn't dare.
He could only nod his head: "Mrs. Yi's."
It's been a long time since I've been home, and returning home is to get rid of bad luck. This action is too big, but Kunlan can't ask more questions. After all, his identity is here, and prying into the privacy of his master's family is a taboo in their industry.
Huanong went home and went to the bathroom. When he came out, Lu Jingan changed into a black short-sleeved POLO shirt. There were some water drops on his hair, looking like he had just come out of the shower.
"Is this done?"
"soon?"
"Have you washed it? Don't lie to me," Huanong didn't believe it. He walked over and grabbed the man's black short sleeves and smelled it. He did smell a faint smell of mugwort.
Looking up again, she caught a glimpse of the man's dark pupils, and her whole body felt sore from the smile.
Behind him, the summer sun fell in through the gauze curtains, and the faint golden light scattered on the man, making him feel more compassionate. But who would have thought that the compassionate man in Huanong's eyes was about to go out to take care of his own children. Mother.
Lu Jing'an pressed Huanong's shoulders, pushed her against the wall, and leaned over to kiss her thin lips, but Huanong dodged her and said, "I just finished going to the bathroom."
The man smiled lightly, and the sound that came out of his chest was like a spell that bewitched people. His rough fingertips touched the thick and soft lips, and his tone was gentle and doting: "I don't dislike it."
Before Huanong could react, the man's lips pressed against hers.
I thought it was going to be a long French tongue kiss, but unexpectedly, the man ended it right there.
Pull away quickly.
This made Huanong gasp for breath, looking at the person with moisture in his brows, and said in a trembling tone: "Are you in a hurry to serve the next one?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Lu Jingan scolded.
He reached out and took Huanong's palm and rubbed it. The palm of the girl who had been pampered since she was a child was as soft as a newborn baby and felt very good.
"I'm going out, you stay at home and wait for me to come back."
"What are you going to do?"
"To deal with Jiang Wanzhou, we must keep her in Beijing and Hong Kong. We cannot let her return to the capital to break the situation."
When Huanong heard what the man said, he suddenly realized something. His delicate eyebrows knitted together slightly, and doubts spread in his eyes: "Did I do something bad for you today?"
She suddenly realized that maybe in the ward, when Jiang Wanzhou picked up the knife and stabbed him, he had plenty of opportunities and ability to dodge, but this man didn't. Did he have a premeditated plan and everything was under his control? And his own nosy brought him to a deadlock?
Lu Jing'an leaned over and kissed her lips, gently advising: "Don't think too much, I have other ways."
"What did you originally think?"
"Let her stab me and be put in jail. After these few days, the Liang family won't be able to get the money. Of course, someone will help us solve the rest."
Sure enough, this is the most effective method and the most trouble-free method.
But alas, her meddling made things more complicated.
It is not easy to stop Jiang Wanzhou at Beijing and Hong Kong.
Lu Jing'an was sure that Jiang Wanzhou would find Beijing and Hong Kong to prosecute him, so he naturally arranged everything.
"Then what are you going to do now?" Huanong asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Lu Jing'an's narrow eyes slightly lowered, with a bit of coaxing: "I'll tell you when I get back, okay?"
It's been a long time since I've been back to Puyun Mountain. In a house that has been without a leader for a long time, it's inevitable that someone will have second thoughts. Kunlan just talked to him about a few people when he came up. Today's time is tight and there is no time to solve it.
Not much to say.
The cell phone in Lu Jing'an's pocket rang suddenly. The man took it out and looked at it. Huanong glanced over and saw the three characters Xiao Beiqing lying on the screen.
A hint of understanding suddenly surged in his pupils. No wonder Xiao Beiqing was in Beijing and Hong Kong recently, and Chu Mi couldn't drive her away. The relationship was not because of Chu Mi, but because of Lu Jing'an.
"If you have nothing to do at home this afternoon, please clean up your house."
"What do you mean?" Huanong was confused.
"Quinlan," Lu Jing'an shouted. Quinlan came up with a fruit plate and called him sir respectfully.
"Let my wife handle the matter I just mentioned."
"I'm leaving first, wait until I come back."
He was very anxious and had no intention of hanging up on Xiao Beiqing's call.
"Oh——" Huanong saw this and chased him three to five steps, with concern in his eyes: "Be careful in everything."
The man's calm heart rippled because of Huanong's words of caution in everything. The man who was about to go down the stairs turned around, strode towards Huanong, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him fiercely. , all love lies in this: "Trust me."
