Shen quietly revealed his "trump card", which obviously pleased Jiang Zhixian. After a "friendly" conversation, the atmosphere between the two finally became harmonious.
It's just that underneath the gentle smile, whether we treat each other candidly or have our own hidden agendas is a matter for the beholder.
"I have to go to the hospital tomorrow." Shen quietly put down his fork, took a glass of milk from the table, took a sip, and the corners of his lips became a little white.
Jiang Zhixian was eating dinner and glanced casually. Seeing that there was still more than half of the food on her plate, she frowned.
"Eat some more."
She feels so light when I hold her in my arms, and I haven't eaten well yet. No wonder I'm in such bad shape.
"I'm full." Shen whispered, her body resisting invisibly.
Jiang Zhixian was not in a hurry, he just tapped the table with his left hand to discuss it: "After finishing the pasta on the plate, I will let you go."
These words made people's ears warm. Except for Shen Qingqi's grandpa, almost no one dared to care about the eldest lady's appetite.
But strangely, Shen Qingqing, who should have been bored, felt her heart skip a beat. She felt that the look in Jiang Zhixian's eyes made her somewhat helpless.
Fortunately, the embarrassment only lasted a few seconds. Shen Qiao picked up the fork again, rolled up the pasta in silence, and started eating it in small bites.
The well-behaved Miss Shen is a little more gentle than usual. At first glance, it is pleasing to the eye, like a delicate narcissus falling from the sky to the window sill of her house, which makes Jiang Zhixian feel very accomplished.
"After you finish eating, clean up."
Jiang Zhixian pushed the empty plate forward, squeezed out the chair, and left the dining table.
Hearing the voice, Shen quietly raised his head, and happened to see Jiang Zhixian stretching his arms, revealing his muscular waistline. There were some tatters under the dark clothes, and the fabric was stained with dark red. If he smelled it carefully, there seemed to be a faint smell. There is a faint smell of blood.
If she hadn't seen this, Shen Qingqi might not have noticed it either. But once she discovered it, she couldn't pretend anymore.
"You are hurt?"
"Hmm." Jiang Zhixian probably didn't pay attention himself. He followed Shen Quiet's gaze, turned around and glanced down, and said without any care: "Small injury."
Compared with the bloody events before, these wounds on his waist barely caused him any pain.
Shen quietly thought about it carefully and finally realized that the injury should have been caused by Jiang Zhixian when she was carrying her out of the box after Peng Hu detonated the bomb.
"I..." Shen quietly stood up and stopped talking.
Jiang Zhixian stopped when he heard the sound and looked sideways at her.
Forget it, just think of it as doing a good deed.
Shen quietly clenched his fist and continued: "Let me give you some medicine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere became weird.
"Tsk..." Probably he didn't expect Shen Qingqing to be so proactive. Jiang Zhixian walked over, propped his arms on the dining table, and looked playfully. "Why, do you feel sorry for me?"
"..." Why didn't it kill him?
Shen Qingqing glared at him angrily. She shouldn't have been soft-hearted just now and gave this bastard a chance to climb up with a pole.
"I don't have one." This guy doesn't deserve to have a good face, Shen quietly thought.
Jiang Zhixian laughed, said no more, and went upstairs alone.
Watching his leaving figure, Shen Qingqing felt a little aggrieved. No matter what, she had to admit that Jiang Zhixian was even better when it came to being shameless.
If the two of them quarrel, she has almost no chance of winning.
Without that powerful guy around, Shen Qingqi had a pretty good meal.
By the time she finished the pasta on the plate, her stomach was already a little full. She reached out and touched it, and she felt a pleasant sense of satisfaction.
This house is where Jiang Zhixian often lives, and it is very well-equipped. Shen Qingqing only needs to set instructions, and a robot will come to clean the table and take the dishes to the kitchen to clean them.
Since an AI war broke out in the Interstellar Alliance 300 years ago, humans have banned the use of self-aware robots.
The ones that are more widely used in major galaxies are household robots that can be programmed and are easier to operate.
Only by controlling AI intelligence within the controllable range of humans can we gain more value.
By the time the living room was cleaned, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Shen quietly sat on the sofa, opened the terminal, found a familiar contact signal, entered the password, and sent the message, all in one go.
She is very worried about Long Shuang now.
I don't know where that girl is hiding now. Maybe she has already started a fight with Jiang Zhixian's people.
Just when her mind was in a mess, the sound of footsteps suddenly came to her ears.
Ten minutes ago, Jiang Zhixian, who had said "I'm fine, don't touch me", walked over from the stairs wearing a black silk nightgown, exposing most of his chest muscles.
This man didn't even dry his hair after taking a shower. He shook his head twice and made a circle of water stains on the floor. Then he sat on the sofa with his legs wide open.
"Come here." Jiang Zhixian scratched his hair, leaned back, and pointed to the cabinet not far away. "Bring the medicine box here."
This look, this tone, and this action are just a couplets hanging on the forehead, saying: Come and serve me!
Shen quietly twitched the corner of his mouth and almost smashed the vase at hand.
"Didn't you say it's okay?" Someone glanced at it and said confidently that it was just a minor injury.
Jiang Zhixian has no shame at all and demonstrates his ability to tell lies with his eyes closed to the extreme.
"Really?" he asked, unable to help but smile. "Here, let me give you a chance to repay me."
Shen Qingqiu secretly spit in his heart, but still walked to the cabinet obediently and took out the medicine box.
Good family education reminds Shen Qiu all the time to repay kindness.
No matter how annoying Jiang Zhixian is, he has saved himself after all. At most, she will poke him hard when he is dealing with the wound!
"Turn around." Shen quietly smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons.
"OK."
Jiang Zhixian turned around generously, then untied his bathrobe and hung it loosely around his waist, revealing his inverted triangle back muscles. His body also exuded a faint smell of verbena.
Is this the smell of shower gel in his room?
It smells quite good. Shen thought quietly and already opened the medicine box.
Jiang Zhixian is not fair, he has a very healthy complexion, but there are several scars on his back from long ago, which look shocking.
After the Jiang family disappeared, he probably suffered a lot to achieve his current status.
"Are you satisfied with what you see?" Jiang Zhixian put his arms on the back of the sofa, swaying his legs in boredom, and hummed in a teasing manner.
Shen Qiu felt a chill and closed his eyes for five seconds before calmly taking out the disinfectant from the medicine box.
Her eyes fell on the wound on his back.
Jiang Zhixian's wounds were not deep, but there were several large and small scratches, which made Shen Qingqing feel pain for him.
"After disinfection, apply a healing agent and it will probably heal in two days."
The current healing agents are very effective. With Jiang Zhixian's physical condition, he may heal faster.