Presiden's wild wife
Chapter 435 - Warm your heart with congee

Kent moved his lips, as if he had something to say, only to meet the stubborn eyes of the little woman who forced herself to show a smile, and then he stopped for a moment, not knowing what to say. Elena kindly laughed and patted his shoulder, "I'm really fine, you don't have to take it to heart."

Kent also followed with a smile, and soon the body also followed the sofa relied on the painful owl to soothe the atmosphere, "Elena, I came over to find you one more thing." "Go ahead."

"I'm injured." He lifted up his clothes with one hand, and all the clear marks inside were revealed, bruises and bruises, and even his chest was tightly wrapped with bandages. Elena was so shocked that she sucked in a cold breath, "When did you get injured? How come you didn't even bother to take care of it!"

Even, there are a few places where the wound has festered with pus.

Kent just now also pretended that nothing happened, this time the face are white a few points, "a few days ago, after that has been thinking of avoiding Edward's ears, so no contact with you." He also took advantage of the fact that Edward had taken someone to the Browns today, which made it to the villa, and it just so happened that Elena was the only one here, as he had hoped.

Elena let out a low curse, too late to think more, then said, "You quickly stop talking, I'll get you a medical kit first bandage, and, also call a doctor!"

"No need, it won't go so well if the doctor comes, besides, it's all just minor injuries."

Kent followed with a smile of indifference, but the smile was just written on the face immediately Elena glared directly back, "You do not give me a smile here! You just stay here, I'm going to get you a medical kit." "No need."

"I said yes!" Elena gave him a cross look and simply ignored his refusal, rummaging through the box to find the medical kit.

In the past, the use of these are Logan or Mia to get, Elena has never touched, and can not remember where, so tossed a while to find the medical kit upstairs.

Elena was worried about whether Kent had gone upstairs and disappeared without a trace, but when she went upstairs again she saw that the familiar figure had passed out on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to his injuries, otherwise, he might have escaped at some point.

Elena cut his blouse directly with scissors and whispered, "Hold on, I'll disinfect you first."

Kent did not have a half-hearted response, perhaps really overcome by the pain all over, and could not lift his eyes to look at her.

Elena took a deep breath before she began to treat his wounds.

Kent woke up again to another nightmare alert, he looked around in a panic, the trepidation in his heart had not yet subsided and Elena followed immediately, "Are you okay?"

"I ...... fell asleep?" Kent slapped his head, unable to remember what had happened in the slightest.

These days, he really has not slept well once, has been on edge.

So when he arrived at Elena, he followed and settled down at once, and the inexplicable tiredness followed, making him instantly drift off to sleep.

Elena patted his back soothingly, "It's okay, you're still with me now, Logan's not back, so no need to worry."

"You......" Kent looked at her for a few moments, "You've been guarding me here?"

"No." Elena shook her head, the words barely out of her mouth before she quickly saw a flash of loss from the man.

Elena only felt that this person is incomparably cute, the face also followed with a smile, "I do not eat do not the child in my belly do not want to eat? I don't care about the baby if I'm just guarding you?" Kent was amused by her and laughed out loud as he looked down.

Elena smoothly handed over a glass of water, "Drink it, you should be thirsty even though you just woke up."

"Hmm." Kent nodded, then gave her another wary look, "I don't suppose you called a doctor?"

"No." Elena gave him a sidelong look of self-deprecation, "Look at the bandages on you, would they be that ugly if they were professional?"

At the word, Kent looked down, and sure enough, the bandage on the chest has been changed, just that bandage wrapping is really ...... a little unforgiving.

Unable to help, he covered his face.

Elena then asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to bring you something to eat? There's rice downstairs and, well, there's more palatable porridge, but of course, I made the porridge, so I don't know if it's good or not." In comparison, she is really a bit uncomplimentary about her own cooking skills.

"Porridge it is." Kent said.

Elena had a flash of dismay, "Are you sure?"

"Well." Kent nodded again and looked at her with some confusion, "What's the problem?"

"No." Elena shook her head awkwardly.

A small hand patted his shoulder and said, "Just wait for me, I'll go down and serve you up."

"No." Kent flatly refused, propping himself up by holding onto the bed, and Elena immediately stepped forward nervously to hold him up.

Kent did not have a good look at her, "What, in your eyes, even if I was injured a little, did I become a vegetable and can not move ah?"

"No." Elena skewed her mouth in depressed response, "I was worried about your injury, wasn't I? I've seen ungrateful people, but I've never seen him so ungrateful."

Kent nodded and smiled, "You think so is it, except that I am really not as useless as you think."

As he spoke, he had pushed her hand away and stood straight up, even bouncing a little, "My injuries are not considered serious, so there's nothing to worry about."

Elena watched his movements, after a moment of hesitation, in the end followed a secret sigh of relief, "It's good that it's okay, I'm afraid you're hiding yourself and not saying anything, directly suffocating a major illness." Also, some of his wounds are septic, and if they are really not treated, they will only be .......

"Okay!" Kent spoke, interrupting her directly, "I'm hungry now, so, I'd like some porridge, Elena, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Brown, my good sister, can I come downstairs now?"

Elena was amused by his poor mouth look, no good lightly patted his wound, the face of depression followed deeper, "Look at you to can, forget it, first go downstairs!" Kent smiled easily and followed her down the stairs.

A bowl of white porridge down, directly filled Kent this bout of emptiness, warm porridge, but also directly warm to his stomach, his heart......