Seeing Yang Fan feeling pain, Jian En couldn't help laughing, but suddenly felt dizzy, and his face showed an expression of pain, and he fell on the bed.

Yang Fan was shocked, and then felt distressed in his heart and said to her: "I said everything, let you pay attention to the combination of work and rest, and see how your body is weak. This is still timely discovery, otherwise I wouldn't know it."

What will happen?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Jian En was very unhappy when Yang Fan scolded her and said in a low voice.

Yang Fan immediately became a little angry and said, "What are you talking about? I am your bodyguard. If there is a problem with your body, wouldn't it mean that I am not doing my duty?"

This time, Jane En just turned her head aside when she spoke, but her eyes were filled with warmth.

"It's so worrying. Okay, you lie down on the bed first, I'll give you a massage." Yang Fan said helplessly, feeling a little angry at Jian En's disregard for his body.

"Ah, why do you want to lie down?" Jane En exclaimed, her face turned red again, and her teeth lightly bit her lips, looking very entangled.

"We are all in this relationship, why are you still shy?" Yang Fan said with a smile, and without waiting for Jian En to react, he directly reached out and grabbed her ankle and pressed it gently.

"Yang Fan, don't do anything randomly." Jian En screamed, subconsciously trying to resist, but her body was soft and could not exert any strength.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly and said in an angry tone, "Miss, how can we stop shouting randomly, and we will call Chris up later, but we will not be able to explain clearly then."

This...Jian En stopped making trouble immediately, and she didn't even dare to speak. She just kept cursing Yang Fan in her heart. This was the first time she was so embarrassed when she grew up. Yang Fan was simply her nemesis.

After calming down, Yang Fan began to massage Jian En.

Yang Fan took out the jade board and began to massage the acupoints on Jian En's back. While he was slowly massaged, he injected the breath from his body, which had to be slowly transmitted into the acupoints on Jian En's back.

"Yes." Jane En felt a warmth flowing from her back into her body.

"Miss Jian En, hold on for a while and it will be fine soon." Yang Fan sat next to Jian En Mufang and whispered.

At this moment, he continued to massage Jian Enmufang's back. It was not long, and he had basically massaged Jian Enmufang's back.

At this time, Yang Fan's expression became heavier. At this time, it was the most important time to regulate her body.

Jian En Mufang's physique is so weak. If Yang Fan uses the breath in his body to change her physique without authorization, it might be counterproductive and cause unimaginable harm to Jian En Mufang's body.

So the method he is now using jade plate to extradite the breath in his body, gently stimulate his acupoints, and minimize the stimulation of Jian Enmufang.

At this time, Yang Fan focused his energy on the jade plate, his eyes suddenly became cold, and a physical aura appeared on Yang Fan's hands.

Silently activate his spiritual power, Yang Fan pressed his palm downwards, and the jade board in his hand kept pushing. With his movements, a strange phenomenon appeared on Jian Enmufang's back.

A breath that looked like the essence entered Jian Enmufang's body with Yang Fan's movements, and kept flowing into her meridians.

Yang Fan's eyes contracted, and a breath of abundant breath flowed through Jian Enmufang's meridians, flushing out the impurities in his body and rushing out along his pores.

"Miss Jian En, how about it? But I feel better?" Yang Fan took back his spiritual strength, put away the jade board in his hand, and then asked softly to Jian En.

"I feel better."

Yang Fan's massage technique was simply unimaginable, but after giving her a massage for a while, she actually felt that her illness had been cured, which made her heart full of shock. She couldn't help but think of Mo Puti saying that Yang Fan's strength was terrible. Now, she

Only then have a deep understanding.

"Fortunately, it's finally cured for you." After Yang Fan finished speaking, he pulled over the ice silk quilt on the bed, gently covered Jian Enmufang's body, and said gently: "It's better to cover it first."

OK, don't get cold anymore."

Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from Jian Enmufang's abdomen. Yang Fan was slightly stunned and asked with concern: "Are you hungry?"

Jian Enmufang's face turned red and her head was slightly lowered, but she answered Yang Fan's words.

Yang Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to take the porridge on the table and tried the temperature. At this time, the porridge was still very cool and the temperature was just enough to eat.

"Fortunately, Chris has cooked the porridge for you, but it's not cold yet. You can make do with it first. If it's not enough, I'll go down and ask Chris to make some."

Yang Fan helped Jian Enmufang's body up, let her lean her body against the head of the bed, and then handed the porridge in front of her.

Jian Enmufang just wanted to reach out and take it, but she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her hand. Yang Fan quickly noticed her embarrassment, so she whispered to her: "Your body is completely restored, you just

Don't move, I'll feed you."

At this time, Yang Fan and Jian En Mu Fang were very close to each other, which made her heart beat violently. After hearing Yang Fan's words, her face immediately turned even more embarrassed and blushed when she heard Yang Fan say this.

Yang Fan scooped a spoonful of porridge, slowly delivered it to his mouth, and said gently: "Come on, eat it quickly."

Jian Enmufang's expression became even more cramped, and she was tough and said with a heart: "I'm not hungry, you can take it away."

"Miss Jian En, I have spent a long time doing this effort. If you don't listen to me and don't eat this bowl of porridge well, then I'll take you to the hospital now." Yang Fan's face

It became a little ugly, and he whispered.

"You are simply a bastard." Jian En Mufang felt very aggrieved in her heart and said timidly to Yang Fan.

"Okay, don't have a quarrel with me, just eat the porridge obediently." Yang Fan's voice became very gentle, and he fed the porridge to Jian En's mouth again.

Jian En Mufang knew that he could no longer resist. Anyway, he had already felt hungry, so he had to pretend to be reluctant to open his mouth and let Yang Fan feed the porridge into her mouth.

Although Jian En Mufang seemed reluctant, she felt warm in her heart at this moment.

A thought flashed through her mind, as if Yang Fan was so bad that she had seen before.

Yang Fan had no idea what Jian En Mufang was thinking now, and was still there to feed Jian En Mufang slowly to eat porridge. Both of them were talking, but a romantic feeling lingered in the room.

The bowl of porridge was finished by Jian Enmufang in just a few minutes.

At this moment, smelling the faint masculine aura of Yang Fan, Jian En Mufang felt an extremely secure feeling for the first time, and this feeling made her, who had always been strong, feel a little at a loss.

Jian Enmufang bit her lips lightly and watched Yang Fan take the bowl down, with an extremely complicated look in her eyes.

This was the first time she had been taken care of by a man like this in her life, and he was also a bodyguard of his own, but this feeling touched her heart, which was an indescribable feeling.

Yang Fan turned around and looked back. Jian Enmufang hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended that he was asleep.

But suddenly, Jian Enmufang felt a shock on the bed. She opened her eyes and saw Yang Fan lying beside him. So she immediately asked in panic: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be so stingy. I'm exhausted. Just let me take a break here." Yang Fan said to Jian Enmufang, and at the same time, he gently approached Jian Enmufang.

Jian Enmufang's lips were tightly pursed, her eyes slowly closed, and she said nothing, but from the constant shaking eyelashes, she was also very excited at this time.

When Yang Fan saw his appearance, he pondered for a while, then gently lifted the quilt, turned over and crawled into Jian Enmufang's quilt.

Jian Enmufang's expression immediately became unnatural, her face turned as red as blood, and even dripping beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Perhaps she was no longer disgusted with Yang Fan, and she was indeed very weak now. The situation at this time made her lose her mind. She didn't know what to say to Yang Fan for a while, but instead seemed to have acquiesced to Yang Fan's actions.

Yang Fan lay on the bed with a fit, and could even feel Jian Enmufang's body trembling beside him. Seeing her so nervous, Yang Fan felt funny from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Fan reached out to wipe the sweat from Jian Enmufang's forehead and said softly: "Do you feel better now?"

Jian Enmufang slowly opened her eyes and stared at Yang Fan who was close to her. She felt extremely upset for a moment, and she was so lazy that she didn't know what to say.

The two of them just lay quietly.
Chapter completed!