Chapter 112

The long and beautiful hands hurt badly.

She hurriedly stopped crying, stretched out her hand and held his palm, asked angrily, "what happened?"

"In a fit of rage." Ling Xiao cold collected cold eyes, heart empty way.

He is a big man, even let his wife worry about himself.

That's true!

However, he was damn greedy for her close attention.

Even if you are still angry with him, even if you are still angry, when you see him injured, you will care about him at the first time.

"What are you angry with? Shouldn't it be me who should be angry? I hurt my hand like this in a fit of anger this time. Will my hand be gone in a fit of anger next time? " Ji Qianchen scolds mercilessly, and pulls Ling Xiaohan's hand to the sofa and sits down.

From the corner, I took out the medicine box that I usually kept in my room.

Ling Xiaohan was scolded by her.

No hands? Would he do such a stupid thing?

Look at her in the medicine box for a long time, turn out a bottle of disinfectant water and cotton swab.

Ling Xiao cold squinting deep cold eyes, uneasily asked, "are you sure this is it?"

"Oh? Afraid you'll kill you? OK, if you don't believe me, I'll call a doctor for you. "

Ji Qianchen's heart is still choking, and he can't get out. The hedgehog hairs all over his body are up again, and Ling Xiao's cold heart is aching.

"Come back." Ling Xiaohan reaches out and pulls her back.

After bathing, the little woman has a special fragrance.

It exudes charming charm.

Pour into his arms, fragrant soft body paste in his arms, his whole body is not angry restless.

"I think about it. If I give you the wrong medicine, you'll rot your hands, rot your hands, and then you'll become semi disabled. The consequences are a little serious. I can't afford it. I'll call a doctor for you." Ji Qianchen's breath surged up his throat, listening to every word.

Break his hand to go.

Lingxiao was not allowed to let him. He put a hand around her waist and held her in his arms. He died. "Give me medicine, it's an order."

"I'm your wife. I'm above you." Ji Qianchen still wants to break away from his hand.

Two claws tried to break apart his hand.

Ling Xiaohan had to bring his injured hand to join the party.

Ji Qianchen didn't see her other hand. Her sharp fingernails clawed at his wound.

"Hiss"

the severe pain made Ling Xiao cold take a breath of cool air.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Ji Qianchen hurriedly flicked away his hands that had caught his wound. He was far away from his wound, for fear that he would be touched again.

"Responsible!"

Ling Xiaohan swings in front of her with that miserable hand.

Bah!

A big man put her in charge.

Ling Xiaohan's usually ruthless and severe bullying president set to collapse.

"I'll be responsible. OK, I'll go to the kitchen and get you some salt water and sterilize it for you."

Ji Qianchen opens the corner of his lips and flashes a shred of cunning in his eyes.

Salt the wound!

Only she can think of it.

“……”

Ling Xiaohan has nothing to answer.

There was another long silence in the bedroom.

Ji Qianchen gets up, picks up the disinfectant water and cotton swab on the table and sits down.

"Give me your hand."

Ji Qianchen growled, pulled his palm and put it on her thigh.

The little white flower has become a lioness.

Ling Xiao was stunned and left to her.

The palm touches the smooth white thigh, and the beast in the body is awakened again.

How about putting it on the table?

Why put it on her lap?

Do evil.

Ji Qianchen uses a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to wash his wound little by little.

In the middle of the wash, she felt someone's salty pig hand move on her leg, as if wiping.

Pick up the cotton swab and poke it at the wound.

"Ah..."

Ling Xiaohan cried with shame.

"What are you doing, dead woman?"

Ling Xiao is cold and angry.

"What are you doing, dead man? I'll give you medicine. You want to eat my tofu? "

Ji Qianchen pouted his lips, and his anger gushed out of his mouth.

“……” Ling Xiao is cold and silent.

He just can't help but feel his wife's thigh.

This woman is really a shrew.

"Eat and poke."

Ji Qianchen raised his cotton swab to warn.

"Can't eat?" Ling Xiao frowned with cold, cold eyes emitting a cold black light.

He's really holding back. It's against the law to eat his wife's tofu."No eating."

Ji Qianchen decided to punish the dead man.

Four years ago, in vain, she took out her heart and lungs. She almost lost her life chasing him. Now, he finally fell in love with her.

You have to abuse him.

"Oh." Ling Xiao coldly put his hand back.

"I haven't finished painting. What are you doing with your hands?" Ji Qianchen asked sharply.

"So as not to rub your tofu."

Ling Xiao cold face, low mouth.

"Would you rather not move?" Ji Qianchen pouted his lips and turned his white eyes.

"No way."

Legs in the hand, let him not move, he is not a saint.

"Is it all right to put it on the table?" Ji Qianchen put his hand on the coffee table.

Because the palm is a little red and swollen, it's really like a salty pig hand that has been put on the chopping block.

After applying the disinfectant, I added some medicine to help the wound heal, and then I took out the gauze to bandage him.

Although the bag was ugly after finishing, it was a great success.

Ling Xiaohan stared at the right hand of the handbag like zongzi, looked and looked, especially at the ugly bandage.

Pack the medicine box.

Ji Qianchen fell into bed and was ready to go to bed.

After a long day, it's almost two o'clock in the middle of the night. I guess I'll be late for work again tomorrow.

Ling Xiaohan suddenly walked to the edge of her bed, looking down at her with a tall body. His eyes were as deep as the deep sea.

Ji Qianchen looked at him. "What are you doing here if you don't take a bath and go to bed?"

The fierce roar made Lingxiao feel angry.

This woman is really going to heaven. She dare to talk to him like this.

He stood there with a black face and continued to be a sculpture.

Ji Qianchen couldn't sleep. It was all damaged by the sculpture on the edge of the bed.

"Why, what are you doing?" Unbearable Ji Qianchen turns over and grabs the hair on his head.

"Give me a bath."

Oh, that's why he stayed there for half a day.

"Wash yourself, don't you have another hand?"

"Inconvenient."

Ling Xiaohan is serious and candid, he is not left-handed, his left hand is too useless.

"I'll let the servant in to wash you."

"Dare you..." Ling Xiao is cold and angry. He is completely angry.

The eyebrows are deeply frowned, and the eyes are full of thick flame.

It's just a fight between husband and wife. How dare she ask the domestic servant to bathe him?

Don't know if his body can only be shown to her alone?

This dead woman.

The fierce roar frightened Ji Qianchen. She sat on the edge of the bed and shivered.

"You really think I'm going to call for a servant. If you will, I will not." Ji Qianchen gets up from the bed and pushes Ling Xiaohan into the bathroom.