Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 8

"Not yet." Qiao Wen sat up and returned to him.

Chen Jianan hung in the air, gently pushing the window open with his legs, and cleverly got in and fell to the ground. Such a big man didn't make any noise.

After he stood firm, he stepped forward two steps, and one turned over and fell on Qiao Wen's bed accurately.

Qiao Wen subconsciously moved away and wanted to make room for him. However, this single bed was so small that he could barely squeeze two adult men. Even if he was stuck on the wall, his body was still with each other. Close together.

Chen Jianan had just taken a shower and only wore a loose pant. The smooth skin was a little cool, but it brought a touch of refreshment to the sultry night.

"Something?" Qiao Wen asked.

Chen Jianan turned to face him and hesitated: "It's okay, I just can't sleep, so I come to you to talk."

Because the bed was too narrow, this movement accidentally hit Qiao Wen's waist injury, causing him to hiss in pain.

Chen Jianan was taken aback and stood up and asked: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wen was afraid that he would wake up the grandmother in the inner room, so he hurriedly put his finger in front of his lips and hissed, and whispered back: "Back pain."

Chen Jianan lifted the hem of his T-shirt as if remembering something, leaning to his waist by the dim moonlight, faintly saw a green color, and asked: "Did it knock in the teahouse?"

If the hot breath was sprayed on the skin around the waist, Qiao Wen felt a little numb, and nodded: "It's okay, it just hurts a little."

"How come it's okay, it's all green, I'll give you the medicine and rub it." He turned over and tiptoed out of bed, Shu Men Shulu took out a bottle of orthopedic medicine from the wooden kitchen and returned to the bed.

Qiao Wen had to lie on his stomach.

Chen Jianan: "You bear with me."

"Um."

Chen Jianan has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he often fights and fights. Injuries are commonplace, and he is very skilled in this set of tasks. Originally, Qiao Wen didn't care about the bump, but this body seemed to be naturally afraid of pain. Even if he could bear the touch, he could not help but burst into physical tears.

Feeling the tightness of his body, Chen Canan hastily finished: "It's all right."

After putting the medicine back on the bed, he stretched out his long hand to embrace him: "Awen, you said that you were born with a delicate skin and tender flesh. You should be a young master by nature. It really hurts you here. But don't worry. When I make money in the future, I will surely let you live a good life."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Then you are talking about how do you make money?"

"I..." Chen Jianan just said casually. Young people always have such aspirations and lofty ambitions. They are nothing more than sending dreams to make them happy. In fact, they never think about it. When he asks, he suddenly chokes. , "I haven't figured it out yet."

Of course Qiao Wen knew he hadn't thought about it yet. He said he was only nineteen years old. What does a nineteen-year-old boy know? When I was 19 years old, I was still a gangster who made trouble with Lin Nan every day, so that the two parents could not stand it.

He thought for a while, returned to business, and asked, "Brother Nan, do you have something to tell me?"

Chen Jianan was taken aback, he did have something to say to Qiao Wen.