Chapter 904: Naturally lived

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That night.
When Diao Chan woke up, the room was lit with candles.
Diao Chan thinks of getting up subconsciously, but the pain in his chest reminds him of what happened during the day.
I don't know if it was the reason why he fell asleep. Except for the inexplicable extra marriage, he had no objection to Nalanchu, or he had no objection in the past, and some just watched.
Nalanchu ... It's a contradictory woman. On the one hand, she is submissive, but on the other, she is obsessed.
What is it? Why do you want to go out of the house? What is she going to do out of the house?
Suddenly, the door opened and someone peered in, just colliding with Diao Chan's Yu Guang.
"Master Diao Chan, are you awake?" The gentle woman's voice was tortured in Diao Chan's ears.
Diao Chan closed his eyes and sighed, "Well." If he was right, the woman would definitely come in and ask him if he was hungry, thirsty, or thirsty, and then began to pour water and grind his face and wipe his feet. The woman cried, as if he bullied her.
However, something unexpected happened. Nalanchu didn't rush forward. Instead, he went out. Then he could hear the faint talking outside. "Lift it slowly, be careful, hold it lightly, yes ... Yes, go, go. "
Diao Chan was startled. Why does this feel like moving something? Better like moving?
Immediately after Na Lanchu came in, he pulled the curtains himself, and then several eunuchs slowly moved a big wooden guy into the room.
Diao Chan endured the pain, turned his head slightly, and saw himself more clearly.
When the big wooden guy leaned on the corner opposite the bed, Diao Chan could see clearly that it was a soft collapse.
Because he never entertained guests in his room, he didn't set up soft collapses and couches. Even if he had other things to discuss with others, he went to the other's room for no reason-Diao Chan had an unspeakable clean habit.
"Nalan ... Chu!" Diao Chan shouted loudly without hurting the wound.
Nalanchu quickly hurried over, "Yes, Master Diao Chan, who is there. Is the adult hungry or thirsty? Would you like to get water and porridge for the adult?"
Diao Chan wants to vomit blood—this Nalan Chu's professed self-proclaimed, why does it seem that the two are married?
"I ... ask you, do I let you ... move softly?" Diao Chan asked with gritted teeth.
"No."
"I said ... do I need to collapse?"
"No."
"Since I don't need it, why ... why?"
Nalanchu blinked, "Because the move is not because the adults need it, it is because they need it."
"you?"
"Yeah, starting today, I'm going to sleep."
If Diao Chan didn't have a chest pain, he vowed to jump up immediately, throw everyone in the house except himself, and smash this brand new soft slump as firewood.
"... No." He tried to calm his temper.
"No, I have to take good care of the grown-ups. Now grown-ups are seriously ill. They must stay with them. It is better to stay with them from left to right. After all, I know medical books." Nalanchu said seriously.
Although unwilling, Diao Chan also knows that he really needs someone to watch the vigil, otherwise what is needed at night, it really makes every day unbearable.
"When will you ... live ...?" Asked Diao Chan.
"When will you live?" Nalanchu thought for a while. "Naturally I have been living."
Diao Chan whispered, "I'm hurt ... you live too? At that time ... you don't need ... people to take care of it."
Nalanchu's cheeks turned red. "When the adult is hurt, we will be married, naturally ... this way ..."