Chapter 462

Name:Dear Mr.Shi Author:Beauty Jiang
But in less than two minutes, the cold was not all covered. Song Qinghuan rubbed her head in her neck. Song Qinghuan was ticklish and had to lean back, but there was no way back.

At this time, when the cold hand has touched her chest, holding her small plump.

His whole body felt numb and crisp like electricity. Song Qinghuan, embarrassed and embarrassed, suddenly pushed Shi away from the cold.

Her strength is not small, but also with a bit of shame, almost to use the strength of suckling.

However, Shi Yu was unprepared and even rolled under the sofa.

unfortunately, when Shi Yu rolled down from the cold, his arm swung back and cracked the glass on the coffee table.

When the cold body rolled down, the first landing arm happened to press on the broken glass.

When the cold did not feel any, it seems that someone else's hand was injured, and song Qinghuan was scared and exclaimed: "ah!"

"How are you? Is there anything wrong?" she quickly did it. Then she grabbed the other arm to protect herself from the cold. The place where she was dressed was OK. The palm of her hand was not so lucky. She pricked several pieces of glass.

The scarlet white sweaters burst out in a flash.

When the cold is still no expression, eyes indifference, as usual, no waves.

But song Qinghuan was so scared that he trembled a little. He quickly wanted to stay out of the cold when he dragged him. He helped him up and sat down, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I don't know how I suddenly got so strong. "

Her tall body was very heavy, and her strength was useless. She just pulled it up a little, and then fell heavily, just falling on the broken glass again.

Even if she could bear the cold, she could not help looking at Song Qinghuan speechlessly. She didn't know whether she was unintentional or intentional.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You're too heavy. Get up by yourself and I'll take you to the hospital!" Song Qinghuan is also scared, hastily explained.

When the cold shook his injured hand, and then got up to sit on the sofa, light way: "don't go to the hospital, go to the medicine box."

"This Is that all right? " Song Qinghuan is a little worried and thinks it's better to go to the hospital.

"Still stunned, want to wait for me to bleed to death, eh?" He is also merciless to himself.

Song Qinghuan was so embarrassed that he got up to get the medicine box.

When I came in a hurry with the medicine box, when I came out, my foot bumped into the door and twisted.

"Ouch", but she didn't stop. She didn't feel that she was in any serious trouble. At most, she twisted her tendon and came to the living room with the medicine box. As soon as I sat down, I found that my ankle hurt badly.

But she didn't care so much. She quickly took out the pieces of glass in the palm of her hand, one by one.

In the anti-inflammatory bandage, when I was looking at her all the time, I kept warm and opened my lips. My voice sounded with evil charm, frivolity and teasing: "I didn't mean to beat me just now. Now I'm injured. You're worried about this."

Hearing his voice, song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then turned red and glared at him.