Chapter 8

Turning his head, he saw the shocking blood on Tang Nuanyang's instep. Luo Juntian felt tight in his heart. He took Jiang Jinli's hand and strode over, frowning and scolding "what the hell are you doing? You mean to humiliate me, don't you?".

Tang Nuanyang was stunned and looked at him as if he couldn't believe what she had done wrong. He also scolded her. In front of so many people, he held the woman he loved. Who embarrassed him.

Heart ulcers into war, she lazy to hate him, decisive squat down, pull off a hem of the dress, hands and feet neatly to their own bandage.

"I'm going to get a glass of wine again." she turned around and walked away. Every step involved the wound. Naturally, the pain was painful, but compared with the pain in her heart now, the pain was too insignificant.

Luo Juntian looked at her ankle, eyes depressed, weak performance will die, originally in the face of a husband and wife, he would not look at her bleeding to death, heart suddenly bored, like can't breathe.

The shrill voice leads Tang Nuanyang to stop. She turns her head and just sees Luo Juntian running towards Jiang Jinli. With the help of her foot, the wound is even bigger.

An siyao, Luo Ningxiang and Luo Yunfan, who just arrived, stopped to see the scene.

"Jinli" Luo Juntian nervously holds her.

"Juntian, I accidentally cut my finger by the knife over there. It hurts me." Jiang Jinli raised her beautiful finger, pursed her little mouth, with tears in her eyes.

Luo Juntian held her finger and stopped bleeding without thinking about it. "Why are you so careless? Don't you know how important your hand is? Does it hurt? " Doting tone, tender as water.

Jiang Jinli's sweet smile "don't hurt" her eyes like ghosts through the crowd, looking at Tang Nuanyang, can you compare with me, even if you get that position, my heart is still mine.

Tang Wenyang's face was dull. After a long time, the fog finally came out.

Holding back her tears, she went to get a glass of champagne without strabismus. She didn't dare blink her eyes for fear that the weak and useless liquid would fall off guard.

Luo Juntian after dealing with Jiang Jinli's injury, think of Tang Nuanyang, can't help looking for her figure.

See Luo Yunfan not taboo squat there, for her wound dressing, an siyao also accompany her side, green eyes inside a piece of ice and snow.

"Juntian, accompany me to say hello to Nuanyang." Jiang Jinli sees the anger in Luo Juntian's eyes, and knows that it's a good play in the past.

Jiang Jinli takes Luo Juntian's hand and walks towards them.

"Warm yang, long time no see, your injury is nothing, all blame me bad, get a little hurt on whoa whoa whoa" Jiang Jinli like remorse said, disguised to show off.

Tang Nuanyang gently smiles, "I have nothing to do. It's right to take care of the guests first." her response is spotless.

"Jinli, how can she compare with you? Your hands are used for painting. In my eyes, they are works of art. Her..." Luo Juntian disdains to see Tang Nuanyang, "as long as it doesn't rot, it can't die.".

The body shape, ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, Tang Warm Yang raised the corner of his mouth "is also, this injury is really not dead, Jinli, have a good time, I'll excuse you first." she smiles appropriately, can't exert her legs, a step, white handkerchief suddenly red with blood, she wants to tell him, death is her heart!