Chapter 1075 Warning, too much sweetness (20)
In line with the principle of never wasting anything, Jiang Tang indulged him once, but it was better than having no consciousness. He just tasted it and wanted to open his mouth to bite it.
The man who had been patted on the head reluctantly raised his head and looked at Jiang Tang eagerly. His bright red tongue licked his sharp teeth, his face full of unfinished content.
"You, get out."
Unable to stay with this guy, Jiang Tang finally realized that he was like a mobile granary in front of Song Naichao.
Damn it, I can’t tolerate you anymore.
"Get out!"
The sudden scolding frightened the man so much that his hair stood on end.
After a long while, Song Naichao avoided Jiang Tang's stern gaze, grabbed the dry towel on her head, and wiped it gently.
"I'll help you dry your hair."
Very good, it changed the topic without any trace.
Jiang Tang grimaced, snorted coldly, and then raised his arm in front of him.
"Did you see, you did this!"
Jiang Tang glanced briefly at his wounds, and then, Jiang Tang's tense face twitched slightly.
"What's going on?"
The tiny stitches on the wrist just now disappeared. Where the needle thread fell, the wound had scabbed over, showing signs of healing.
It was still bloody a second ago, but now it's automatically scabbed off.
Oh my god.
Could this person in front of me be the legendary urban miracle doctor?
Jiang Tang stared blankly at his wrist. It no longer hurt or was sore. No matter how hard he clenched his fist, it was no longer strenuous.
These changes take place within a minute.
"Do you still have this function?"
Song Naichao looked at her with a smile and nodded.
"Because I'm too hungry, I'm sorry."
Jiang Tang touched his scabbed wound, and the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, and he saw her leaning her head against it.
"Help me dry my hair."
Song Naichao smiled obediently.
"Okay."
When a man smiles, he will reveal a row of white teeth. The canines are very long. You can tell at a glance that he is different from normal humans. But his smile is very clean. It is a smile that comes from the bottom of his heart. It does not contain any meaning. It is happiness, joy, and connection. It affects everyone around you and makes you feel better. Jiang Tang narrowed his eyes and asked him casually as he wiped his hair.
"If you don't drink the blood pack, will you be so hungry?"
The hand wiping his hair paused slightly. Song Naichao stared at Jiang Tang in disbelief and remained motionless for a long time.
Jiang Tang was curious and looked up at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll wipe your hair."
"Yeah."
"I'll lick your wounds."
"Yeah."
"You won't give me blood?"
"..."
The next second, Jiang Tang pointed at the door expressionlessly and breathed out fragrance.
"Get out."
"Why?"
Song Naichao didn't have the slightest sense of being a wealthy boss. Jiang Tang drove him away, and people could calmly ask why.
This made Jiang Tang happy.
This guy in Emotions thinks that just by wiping her hair and healing her wounds, he is qualified to ask her for blood?
Where did this fucking idiot come from?
If it weren't for the shadow of his own man in his eyes, Jiang Tang would have almost pulled his head off.
"From now on, just pretend that we have never met. We are clear. Don't you know how to teleport? Go home and walk slowly without seeing me off."
She doesn't want this man anymore.
Song Naichao stood up and stared at Jiang Tang motionlessly, his beautiful eyes full of grievances, and the glistening water in his eye sockets.
"Didn't you say that I am your boyfriend?"
"I lied to my dad."
The man's pupils trembled, his voice trembled, and he was full of tears.
"But I take it seriously."
(End of chapter)