Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The hot water was quickly put away, and Qin Yinan carried Song Qingchun into the bathroom.

Before Song Qin left, Song Qingchun glanced at the people who were gathered in the room, and whispered to Qin Yinan: "Enan brother, I'm fine, you let everyone go downstairs to play, Don’t stay here."

Qin Yinan nodded his head lightly, without forgetting to ask her again: "If something calls me, I'll be in the room."

Then he saw Song Qingchun nodded before leaving the bathroom and taking the door with him.

Song Qingchun took a hot bath, her body warmed up completely, and her mental state improved.

She came out of the bathroom, all the people in the room had been scattered, the door was closed, and it was very quiet. Only Qin Yinan sat on the sofa alone.

Qin Yinan heard the door and immediately stood up, asking with concern: "Is it better?"

"Well." Song Qingchun nodded slightly.

"Sit over and blow dry your hair." Qin Yinan said, then got up and took the hair dryer and plugged in the power source.

Song Qingchun sat on the sofa and wanted to blow herself, but Qin Yinan ignored her, helped her to dry her hair, and then picked her up again and put it on the bed-.

The wet bedding has been replaced.

Qin Yinan pulled the quilt and covered her, and then he took the **** soup that had been cooked. He sat by the bed, took a spoon, and fed Song Qingchun bit by bit.

The warm soup entered the abdomen, and Song Qingchun was more comfortable, but Jiang Qing was pungent. Song Qingchun drank a small half of the bowl, and his body was sweating, so he shook his head again at the spoon delivered by Qin Yinan: "Brother Enan, I won't drink it."

Qin Yinan didn't force it. He put the bowl on the bedside table beside him and saw Song Qingchun's legs stretched out because of the heat, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he took the quilt and covered her before asking: "Song Song, how did you fall into the water?"

Song Qingchun talked to Qin Yinan about the consequences of falling into the water. The more Qin Yinan listened, the more ugly his face was. He always reached the end, and he extended his hand apologetically and touched her hair: "Sorry, Song Song , I didn't protect you."

"I'm not okay. Was someone saved?" Song Qingchun smiled softly at Qin Yinan.

Qin Yinan didn’t get any better because of Song Qing’s comfort, but instead said with a bit of anger: “I’ve asked Zhang Zi to call the police. You can rest assured that I’ll find a way to catch who is doing you this way. , I will definitely not treat him lightly!"

"Thank you, Enan brother." Song Qingchun said a thank you, and then as if she remembered something, she asked the right thing: "Oh, Enan brother, how do you know that I've fallen into the water?"

"Someone called me." Qin Yinan answered.

The one who knew she fell into the water, except the one who pushed her into the water, was the one who saved her, and the one who pushed her into the water, wishing her to die, and it was impossible to call Qin Yinan, so it would be the one who was her... … A bright light flashed in the eyes of Song Qingchun, who was excitedly asked, "Brother Enan, who is calling you? What about your mobile phone? Give me a look."

Qin Yinan hadn't handed the mobile phone to Song Qingchun yet. Song Qingchun grabbed it by herself. She opened the call record with full expectation, but she saw a public phone number.

Song Qingchun was suddenly overwhelmed by her loss. She stared at the number for a while, then raised her head again and asked.