Cozy and elegant, she took the medicine plate and entered the study. Si Yizhen was reading the documents.

When she saw her coming, Si Yizhen knew that it was time to change the medicine, so she consciously set the file aside.

Nuan Ya walked over with the medicine plate and couldn't help but whisper a few words: "Although your injury is not serious, you still need to pay more attention to rest and don't overwork."

Although her life and schedule were monitored and supervised by her over the past two days, as Lucifer's authority, his work intensity has been very high. No matter how good her housekeeper is, she also needs his cooperation. Only OK.

"Little stewardess!" Si Yi pursed her thin lips, and a gorgeous light flowed in her eyes. He said that ... he listened to it several times a day. As soon as she saw him working, she couldn't help thinking about it. In two words, he didn't feel annoyed, but felt that it felt good to be cared for by the body at any time.

Warm Arya was unwilling: "Who is the housekeeper, I would not be willing to care about you if it was not for your injuries."

The doctor said that when Si Yizhen was injured, a slight accident could easily cause an old illness, so she has been nervous every day since he was injured.

Si Yixi laughed, "Clarity, whoever cares about this, this is not allowed, that is not allowed, you have to be careful, you have to pay attention to it, isn't it the stewardess?"

Wen Ya looked at his grind teeth, but couldn't say a word.

Si Yichan Chan smiled and pulled her into her arms, bit her ear gently, and whispered, "I heard a new word yesterday, and I like it very much."

Nuan Ya asked curiously: "What new words?"

Si Yiming bit his ears and said, "Bronchiitis!"

Lucifer had a party last night, and Eizawa called him and asked him to pass by. At that time he replied: Drinking at the party, I have injuries, your little sister-in-law is strict!

The tone that was taken for granted, but Ozawa laughed on the phone for a long time, and finally made fun of him, now it has become bronchitis.

After listening warmly and ya, she couldn't help laughing: "Count on you!"

Speaking of sweet words, Si Yizheng can absolutely sweeten people's lives, and he can avoid all kinds of vulgar phrases.

Si Yixi whispered, "Look at the injury on your arm."

Wen Xinya whispered: "Still no more, I have just been on medicine, this injury is no longer painful."

Obviously, he came to give him medicine, but instead made him care about his own small whiplash. Her small wound was really not serious at all, she got rid of the inflammation, took the medicine, and rubbed the ointment for two days. No big deal, just because her skin is as delicate as jade and she is a little sensitive, so she looks a bit shocking.

Si Yixi whispered: "Good!"

As she spoke, she stretched her sleeves, thin gauze, and wrapped it around her arm. He carefully lifted the gauze, and the whip wound had subsided, but the wound was still red and long. The red marks on her skin began to scab, and her smooth, jade-like skin was set off by the ugly red palate, which looked a bit shocking.

Si Yizhen's eyebrows gradually closed, and he spent countless mental, financial, human, material, and energy to cultivate this delicate skin. Even if he pulls his hands, he is very careful, afraid to hurt her. Now she is actually Injured like this.

Such beautiful skin will not look good if scars are left behind.

Wen Ya felt his low pressure and whispered: "The doctor said that if you take care of it, you won't leave a scar."

She knows that Si Yizhen cherishes her delicate skin, and she is always reluctant to hurt her, so she will be distressed wherever she goes, so she naturally knows his emotions.

Si also pursed her lips, and the cold light in her eyes disappeared.

Warm and whispered, "I'll give you medicine."

Wen Xinya, gently pulling up the sleeve on his left arm, revealing the wound wrapped in white gauze. She carefully opened the gauze. The gauze was soaked with spots of blood, and the wound was not red and swollen. No problem, she could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Warm and careful disinfection for her, asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Si Yixi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Nuan Ya carefully dried the disinfection water on his wound and gave him a white look: "I knew you would say that, the flesh would suffer with you."

Si also laughed.

Wen Ya carefully looked at his wound and carefully applied medicine to him: "The wound recovered well."

Breathing slowly, blowing gently on the wound, a little sharp pain due to the stimulation of disinfection water, miraculously relieved: "It is the wife who takes good care of."

Indeed, these two days, she was very meticulous to him, every morning and evening, she would remember to give her medicines, various tonics, qi, blood, and medicated meals that are good for wound healing.

Wen Ya has been immune to his "wife" title, and he can't help rolling his eyes every time he calls it. Now who puts the old-fashioned title "wife" in his mouth, who is not "dear" "wife" Such a title is used to show relatives.

However, I have been with Si Yezhen for a long time, and I know how much he likes to call her like this.

The "husband" of the wife, from the word "two", means a two-person family consisting of one husband and one wife. "Mrs." means "husband and wife", not only straightforward, but also full of possessiveness, as well as declaration of ownership.

Si Yizhen watched her carefully wrap the wound for him, his eyes became softer and softer.

Cozy and elegant, she looked up: "Oh, this is the third time."

The third time, she died for her birth.

She always remembers, even unforgettable.

Si Yizhen understood what she meant, and whispered, "I remember, this is the third time."

The third time, he failed to protect her and hurt her.

To him, it was a failure and a shame.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she didn't know what to say for a while, and her throat suddenly dried up, inexplicably drowning her whole person, just like the oranges in July and August, and the sourness was extremely "fool."

Si Yizhen looked at her eyes. The beautiful big eyes were filled with mist and light, like crystal dew, and shivered with light. It was amazingly beautiful.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Si Yi frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Prince Moville took Miss Aphrola in person and was already waiting in the living room."

Warm and ya could not help but glance at Si Yizhen. It seems that Si Yizhen was right. Grand Duke Moville couldn't hold his breath. Only two days after the feast, she came in person.

Si Yizhen's gaze sinked: "With me, I will meet Grand Duke Mowell."

Wen Xinya is naturally glad to answer.