Chapter 1519 Except Wushan Is Not a Cloud 70

At that time, Chengling was standing guard not far from the corridor outside the door, paying attention to the movements in Chengbian Mo's room at all times, she didn't expect to hear the sound of falling things from inside the room, and she was shocked immediately Jumping, without even thinking about it, she rushed over, but as soon as she got outside, the door was opened, and she saw Cheng Bian Mo walking out with a cold face, and Cheng Bian Mo turned around and left without even looking at Cheng Ling.

Chengling was startled, looked inside the room, then looked at her elder brother who was going downstairs, struggled for a while, finally closed the door for her, and hurriedly followed downstairs.

Cheng Bianmo sat at the table by the window, quietly watching the pattering rain outside the window, without moving.

When Chengling walked over to sit down, she happened to see the waiter from the shop bring some jars of wine.

Seeing this, Cheng Ling frowned even more: "Brother, you said you wouldn't drink recklessly again!"

Cheng Bian Mo opened the wine jar as if turning a deaf ear, raised his head and poured it down his throat so fiercely, took a few big gulps, finally he was willing to put down the wine jar, and said lightly to Cheng Ling: "Brother, I promise you, this It's the last time."

"Liar...every time you do this..." Chengling saw his appearance, Mingming's brother was still calm and without any emotion, but Chengling seemed to be able to feel how depressed and uncomfortable deep in his heart was.

Moreover, the doctor clearly said that he also caught the cold, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and he didn't think about his body at all.

Cheng Bianmo didn't listen to her at all, and was still drinking wine by himself. He was sober, and it seemed that because he was too sober, he was not at all willing to be in such a mess for such a person.

With a whole heart, unprecedented embarrassment.

It was more painful than being torn apart.

He drank for a while, squinted his alcohol-stained eyes and said, "Ling'er..."

Chengling sniffed and nodded, "Ling'er is here."

"Brother asked the people in the inn to make medicine for her, you go and serve it to her." Sheng Bianmo finished without expression, and continued to drink his wine.

Chengling frowned, and looked at Shengbian Mo with complicated emotions for a while, but finally listened to Shengbian Mo's words, nodded, got up and went to the kitchen to get the medicine.

At that time, there was an attendant of His Highness the Crown Prince in the kitchen who was watching people pouring the medicine. He even tried the poison, and he dared to serve it to Shengling only after he was sure it was correct.

It can be seen how careful Cheng Bianmo's thoughts are... But Qiao Ran seems to never understand, and she never knows how to cherish, the person she missed... how much she loved her...

With a heavy heart, Cheng Ling went upstairs with the medicine in her hand, knocked lightly on the door, said "it's me", and then gently pushed the door open.

She brought the decoction to the side of the bed, and seeing Qiao Ran struggling to sit up from the bed, Cheng Ling had no choice but to put the decoction beside the bed, and then slowly helped Qiao Ran up.

Chengling herself couldn't be in a good mood, so she took another soup to feed her, but she heard Qiao Ran say in a hoarse voice, "I'll do it myself..."

"You'd better stop being brave." Seeing that Qiao Ran didn't seem to have any strength at all, she couldn't rest assured that she could drink the medicine by herself, and while feeding her the medicine, she said lightly, "Qiao Ran, you are really amazing... "

Brother is a good prince, His Royal Highness, because you are becoming less and less like yourself...

But Cheng Ling didn't say the last sentence, and couldn't say it at all.