Chapter 103

Looking up at the man who helped her carry the wine plate, his fist was still dripping blood. Ye Fei turned and asked the foreman for some bandages and medicine. The foreman quickly asked people to take the things and put their hands in front of her.

Then, she followed him back to the original position. At first, those women were less, and some of them were still waiting here. Seeing Su Mohan coming back, they seemed to have found the backbone, and all of a sudden they leaned up: "Su Shao, you can count back..."

Looking at the woman, Su Mo Han wrung her eyebrows and glanced at her. Her whole body exuded the cold meaning of strangers not close: "all roll."

The women looked at each other, one by one to cry, but Su Mo Han didn't even lift his eyelids. Several women had no choice but to stare at Ye Fei and bite her teeth to leave.

There were only two of them left in such a big table. They were quiet in the noisy bar.

Ye Fei took one of his hands, dipped some alcohol with a cotton swab and whispered, "it may hurt a little. You can bear with it."

Su Mo Han faintly should a, just stare at her, her eyes are still some red and swollen, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, peace day charming enchanting appearance is not the same, but all the same damned let him heart!

Ye Fei held his hand, carefully cleaned his wound, and then gently blew it. Some heartache looked at the newly added scars on his hand. She took a bandage and wrapped it carefully: "don't touch water these days, or it's easy to be infected."

"Well."

Su Mohan took back his arm and looked at the hand wrapped up like a steamed bun. He frowned, but did not say much.

It's unfair for Chu Zheng to curl his mouth in disbelief. When he bandaged the wound for him, he was sent to the international nursing school to study bandaging for a month because it was so ugly.

Now it's better. Ye Fei's bag is uglier than he is, but he is silent and looks like a good talker!

Ye Fei cleaned up the things and rubbed her arm. She had just been hit by the wall. She felt some pain. She didn't know if there would be bruises tomorrow. Thinking about it, she could not help complaining about Su Mohan's rudeness.

At this juncture, Su Mo Han's other hand stretched out, pinched her arm and said, "injured?"

Ye Fei shakes her head: "no, my skin is coarse and flesh is thick this bit of injury is not what."

Su Mo Han looks unhappy, but he doesn't open his mouth. Instead, he pulls her closer to himself and gently helps her knead her arm. After a while, the white arm becomes warm in his palm, as if emitting light heat.

See almost, Su Mo Han released his hand, let Ye Fei sit on his leg: "see Luo Shaojun?"

Ye Feiyi Zheng, on his pair of eyes can not help but smile: "Luo Er Shao is also good."

He stroked her big hand on the waist and couldn't help but have more strength. He leaned on the sofa and squinted at the restless little thing: "how good is it?"

"It's good to have power and power, and it seems to be a little less human than su."

"Hum! the milk of human kindness? He

Su Mohan did not explain too much, but after a few years, ye Fei finally understood his disdain at the moment, because Luo Shaojun's so-called human feelings were only given to one person, that is, the woman named Lu an'an.