Chapter 13 119. Burns.

Late at night, under the lights. Lao Chen carefully cleaned and bandaged the wound on Liang Sheng's shoulder. Liang Sheng stood aside, frowning, perhaps in pain, with white sweat on his forehead. Old Chen secretly glanced at him, and his heart suddenly softened.It was as if he had returned to those countless nights in Paris a long time ago, and he was the one who accompanied this taciturn boy like this. Old Chen's eyes suddenly became hot, and he quickly put away the shirt that Liang Sheng had replaced. On the shoulder of the shirt, there was a yellowish mark from the burnt discharge. He sighed and said, sir, you have suffered in China.

Liang Sheng didn't speak. In his pocket were the morphine and syringes that Andrew had left for him, in case he couldn't bear the pain of the burn. Old Chen sighed and said, why didn't you tell Ms. Jiang the truth?It's not that you don't know, although she didn't say anything, she was always betting on your delay in coming, afraid that she misunderstood you and Miss Weiyang... He originally wanted to say—the entanglement between her and the young master in Paris was probably due to a misunderstanding of your delay. These words were sincere, but in the end they were swallowed by Shengsheng.

First of all, he was afraid that Liang Sheng would feel that he was instigating again with something in his words. Secondly, in fact, he liked the misunderstanding between Jiang Sheng and Liang Sheng in his heart - he didn't like Jiang Sheng, and felt that she was hindering Liang Sheng's bright future. A better bright future. Liang Sheng lowered his head, looked at the white gauze on his shoulder, and said, I'm tired, you can go.