Chapter 70

"Turn around." The male voice came again, but at some distance.

Wang Lin mechanically turned behind her, and the door slammed shut behind her. The force was not very heavy, but it hit her heart like a hammer. It hurt so much that she could hardly stand up. But Wang Lin was still stubbornly supporting her precarious body.

Liao Zhenbo enters the car, turns on the lights, puts up Fu Xiaoqian's skirt, and at the root of her long white thighs, she is bursting with blood. Liao Zhenbo quickly draws some paper towels and gently wipes them along the edge of the blood. The scope is shrinking little by little. It seems that the injury is not very serious. Liao Zhenbo breathes a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it hurts." Fu Xiaoqian, a dreamer, frowned and muttered in a low voice.

"I also know the pain. It seems that I have to go to the hospital." His eyes soaked with pity were glued on her wound, and there were fine porcelain pieces on it.

"No, I'm not going to the hospital." On hearing of the hospital, Fu Xiaoqian began to get excited again.

"OK, OK, no, No." Liao Zhenbo leans down and kisses Fu Xiaoqian on her forehead. It's like comforting a sleeping baby. It's strange that Fu Xiaoqian is really not noisy.

But the cherry lips were still moving, as if they were mumbling something. Liao Zhenbo whispered in the past, and then babbled intermittently, "Liao Zhenbo, son of a bitch, I want you to live in regret."

Hearing these words, Liao Zhenbo smiles instead of anger. No matter how she feels about him now, at least she begins to have him in her dream. This is a good start. Liao Zhenbo hooked the thin lips of Gou Cen and put a smile on his lips.

"Well, if we don't go to the hospital, let's go home." Liao Zhenbo carefully put down Fu Xiaoqian's skirt, especially when she made a bulge at the wound. After repeated confirmation, his slender hand held the door handle of the car again.

"You can drive back in my car. You'll hurt her if you carry her around." He stooped out of the door, put his hand in his trouser pocket, took out the key of black Maybach's car and threw it to Wang Lin. without giving Wang Lin a look in the whole process, he turned to open the driver's door, made it in, started the car and slid into the night.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop. The conversation between Liao Zhenbo and Fu Xiaoqian just now completely fell into her ears. Wang Lin stayed in the same place for a long time. Then she dragged her lead like legs and walked to the cloud Pavilion.

Liao Zhenbo drives the car fast and smoothly. He is afraid that he will hurt Fu Xiaoqian by accident.

The car was just near the door of Liao's house, and the cast iron door slowly opened in front of his eyes. He put out his head and called out to the night, "Uncle Quan, go and have a rest."

"Well The old man's voice was clear but sleepy.

Liao Zhenbo is always grateful to these two old people. Every time he doesn't say he won't come back, they will leave a door for him and a light to guide him home no matter how late. The first time to update

there is no doubt that when he came into the hall with Fu Xiaoqian in his arms, Wu Ma came out, rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "is madam asleep?"

"Well." Liao Zhenbo stepped on the sofa with his slender legs, then stopped suddenly and turned his head, "where is our medicine box, Wu Ma?"

"What's the matter? Injured? " Originally, there were still some tiny squint eyes. As soon as the bullets came, they approached their position. Some of them looked around at Liao Zhenbo uneasily.

"Not me."

"Oh." Wu Ma was obviously relieved. Before she could stretch her eyebrows, she wrinkled again. "Is that She glanced uncertainly at Fu Xiaoqian lying in Liao Zhenbo's arms.

"Well, it seems that there is a fragment sticking into her flesh, and she refuses to go to the hospital, so she wants to deal with it at home." Although the expression on the face is relaxed, a heart has long been entangled.

"OK, OK, I'll go right away. I'll get it right away." Delicate feet with a rapid pace, did not forget to turn back to explain Liao Zhenbo, "you first put down your wife, holding strange tired."

"Good." Liao Zhenbo looks down at the person in his arms and sees her small hands tightly holding his shirt on his chest. She looks very insecure. In Liao Zhenbo's eyes, she cherishes his heart, which is more determined to protect her. Just as he was in a trance, Fu Xiaoqian rubbed his chest with a satisfied face, and her mouth didn't forget to chirp. She was very lovely, quiet and lazy, just like a cute little wild cat, scratching Liao Zhenbo's heart.

"Little wild cat, lie down." Fu Xiaoqian will be completely as a child in the arms of protection.

"Well Don't It's so warm and soft to sleep here. It's like being held by a large soft cloud. It's wobbly but safe. She is attached to this place and is reluctant to leave.

At the moment when Liao Zhenbo bends down to put her down, Fu Xiaoqian's two arms are like vines, wrapped around Liao Zhenbo's neck. Without the two thighs, she immediately clamps Liao Zhenbo's straight thighs. From a distance, it looks like a koala hanging on a tree. Satisfied ground Baji mouth, the corner of the mouth Yang opened a smile. Update immediatelyLiao Zhenbo had no choice but to carry her upstairs.

"Don't deal with it?" Wu Ma stood at the entrance of the stairs with a medicine box. She looked at Liao Zhenbo with some worry. "Your injuries have not been healed yet."

"It's OK. Bring it up." The person in the arms is very light, but because Fu Xiaoqian just hit a few punches, so now it seems to walk slowly.

"No, I think I have to boil some medicine for you." As soon as the old man put down the medicine box, he turned and left.

After entering the room, Liao Zhenbo tries to bend down and put Fu Xiaoqian on the bed. This time, instead of refusing to leave, she turned around and buried her face in the sheet, as if she could sleep peacefully as long as she could smell the smell.

The snow-white sheets were stained with blood. Liao Zhenbo didn't frown. Just for fear that she might bump the wound accidentally, she stroked her right leg with her right hand. Seeing that she was quiet, she dared to go into the bathroom to fetch water and prepare to wipe her body.

Just now in yunguixuan, she was too noisy. She must have had a lot of sweat and wine stains on her body. In addition, she was at the hottest time of the year. Even if there was air conditioning everywhere, she must have had some sweat.

Thinking, Fu Xiaoqian went into the bathroom, took a white towel and put it in the washbasin, then took it out and put it on the carpet beside the bed. It seems to think of something, straight up, to the door, the door closed gently, and then the lock.

This just at ease to walk back to the bedside, will Fu Xiaoqian embrace the quilt, slowly out. Untie the cross tied silk scarf and place it at the head of the bed. Instead of going straight to the next step, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then bent down.

At this time, his slender fingers came to her white back, holding the zipper head, and began to move slowly.

Suffering, absolute suffering.

It's a test for him to get rid of obstacles for her in deep sleep, and he should be careful not to wake the sleeping people. Maybe it doesn't matter if his movements are a little bigger at the moment. Because of drunkenness, Fu Xiaoqian has been sleeping to death. But just in case, he is ready to control his strength.

When the zipper reached the bottom, Liao Zhenbo's breath completely froze. Never before had he been so flustered as this moment. He turned his eyes away. I can't help but curse the designer of this skirt in my heart. Why did he set this position here? It's just the connecting line between waist and hip.

His breathing is slightly shortness up, for his performance at the moment, Liao Zhenbo can not help but some dumb eyes, found that he seems to have no innate immunity to Fu Xiaoqian.

He gathered his mind and pulled Fu Xiaoqian's body. His dark purple dress quickly slid below the chest line with his movements. Liao Zhenbo's sexy Adam's apple glides, and sweat begins to drip down his forehead. Is this goblin sent by heaven to fix him?

At this time every second has become a torment.

I couldn't worry too much any more. I pulled the little dress down from the leg position and pulled the thin white cloth over the attractive body.

In addition to the bottom of my heart lament, there is only lament.

On the other side, Fu Xiaoqian seemed to sleep more sweetly because of lack of restraint. She turned over lazily, as if pressed to the pain, then frowned and turned to the other side, totally unaware of what happened at this time.

This girl's alertness is really too low.

Seeing her frown, Liao Zhenbo speeds up his hand again, twists a wet towel, and opens a corner of the sheet to wipe it from her neck. When the towel wrapped hand swims to the three o'clock position, it's a bit difficult. I don't know if I should remove the obstacles for her. On second thought, I'm afraid that she will hate herself when she wakes up, so I have to give up. This also saves me a lot of pain.

After wiping her body and putting on her pajamas, she picked up the medicine box that Wu Ma put down. Take out alcohol to disinfect her, and blow it to her wound to relieve her pain. The effect seems to have been achieved. Fu Xiaoqian sleeps peacefully on the pillow, but her curled eyelashes tremble and return to calm.

Then he took out the tweezers from the medicine box, close to the edge of the small broken porcelain, clasped them, pulled them out with great force, and the action was rapid without a drop of blood.

He was very satisfied with his treatment this time. After wiping it with alcohol again, he poured the powder and bandaged it. Fu Xiaoqian was not aware of the whole process, but only occasionally frowned, but it all relaxed quickly.

He breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the chest pain more and more intense, holding the edge of the bed sat down.

Dong Dong Dong

he knew that it must be Wu Ma who cooked the medicine and brought it up.