Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

Song house.

Song Yanshu put Qiao Wan on the big soft Simmons bed.

　"Call me a personal doctor." Song Yanshu's eyes slid down Qiao Wan's pretty face, and when his eyes touched the shocking scratch on the base of his thigh, he couldn't help frowning.

Why is this woman so careless, so careless about herself?

Really speechless.

As soon as the assistant raised his foot, he turned around and said anxiously: "Master, I have one more word..."

Song Yanshu was in a bad mood at first, so he opened his mouth coldly and said displeasedly, "Why are you talking so much, if you tell you to go, go!"

　"Uh, it's convenient for women to take care of women."

The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although the two are husband and wife, there have long been rumors outside that Qiao Wan and the eldest son of the Song family have never had sex at all!
　"Call! Get out of here immediately!"

Facing the sudden violence of their young master, the servants of Song Zhai have long been used to it.

Qiao Wan squeezed the quilt tightly, her expression flustered.

She dreamed of herself before she was reborn again, facing conspiracy and tricks alone, facing hidden arrows from all sides, unable to dodge, was thrown into the abyss madly, and trampled under her feet.

Song Yanshu thought she was awake, and raised the back of his hand to Qiao Wan's forehead.

But Qiao Wan, who was falling in the dream, grabbed her hand.

Song Yanshu felt the coldness of his fingertips, and was taken aback for a moment.

How long has it been since she held her hand?

Maybe, it's been a long time.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the private doctor knocked on the door. According to the rules of the Song residence, no one is allowed to enter Song Yanshu's room without knocking.

　"Come in!" Song Yanshu pulled his hand away, only to find that Qiao Wan was holding him tightly, but he would not let go.

She tried again, but Qiao Wan still refused to let go. Not only that, her pale face became more and more ugly, and she looked like she was about to cry.

I have to say that this woman is really attractive sometimes, but sometimes she is really talkative and a little noisy, but she is still more cute.

The private doctor came in with the medicine box, and sat down on the chair that Qiao Wan had prepared by the bed where Qiao Wan was lying.

He took the hearing aid and the thermometer from the medicine box, and when he was about to start, he met the tightly clenched hands of the two of them.

This scene surprised him badly. He had heard for a long time that Young Master Song didn't like women, and his relationship with Qiao Wan was very ordinary.

Why is what I saw today different from those rumors?

Could it be that Young Master Song has changed his gender?

Not daring to think too much, the private doctor quickly withdrew his thoughts and went to see Qiao Wan.

Because Qiao Wan's scar was on the base of her thigh, the doctor didn't dare to make excessive movements, so she could only reluctantly ask: "Young Master Song, please take off Miss Qiao Wan's pants... Otherwise, I won't be able to see a doctor!"

Song Yanshu is not a conservative person, but he doesn't know how to help a woman take off her pants, let alone help a woman take off her pants in front of outsiders!
Unfortunately, there is no maid in the Song residence, even finding a qualified maid will take time!

　"Remember, if you tell about today's matter, you will know the consequences!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yanshu slowly pulled down Qiao Wan's cropped trousers, her fair and delicate skin was exposed like this, and what Song Yanshu saw was the pale pink underwear on her body.

Song Yanshu looked at it, and hurriedly covered the sheet. As for such intimate things, such as underwear, of course he was the only one who could read them.

The doctor glanced at the scar, tore off the list and prescribed some medicine, and said, "Young Master Song, this medicine is used to relieve pain and stop bleeding. It is for internal application, and it will be applied externally after a while. It needs to be applied every day, otherwise the wound will be damaged." It will leave scars, and she must be given medicine and external application on time!"

Facing the serious look of the doctor, Song Yanshu asked, "Then how long will it take for her to wake up?"

　"Excessive blood loss, you should be able to wake up tomorrow."

After the doctor left, Song Yanshu closed the door of the room, his obsidian-like eyes looked at Qiao Wan, the corners of his mouth raised, and he lifted the quilt again.

Her trousers were pulled down a small part, about five or six centimeters, if they were not pulled up, it would be too inconspicuous, after all, she was a woman, and she was her own.

He walked slowly to the bed, supported the bed with his slender hands, leaned his upper body down, looked at Qiao Wan's flushed cheeks due to fever, and suddenly felt that there was an inexplicable and unexplainable feeling fermenting, he didn't know what is that.

But he felt that Qiao Wan's pink underwear suited her very well.

He stood up again and groped the edge of Qiao Wan's cropped trousers with both hands. His index finger and middle finger accidentally touched Qiao Wan's soft and elastic flesh.

Feels good.

Song Yanshu gently helped her get dressed and covered her with the quilt again.

Under Qiao Wan's rosy cheeks due to fever, her rosy lips were in a daze, murmuring something unconsciously, and those two petal-like lips opened and closed, which was very attractive.

Song Yanshu resisted the urge to try his hands, moved his Adam's apple up and down, straightened his collar, unscrewed the door bolt of the room without looking back, and walked down the first floor from the room.