Chapter 86

Even if Song Jin just hurt her hand, not the key part, Lu Nancheng's heart is still hanging on her chest. She wanders back and forth outside the emergency room. Ikeno looks at his anxious appearance, sits down on the chair, and most of her body is lazy.

"Brother, sister-in-law is scratch. It's not a big problem. Don't be nervous."

Lu Nancheng's sharp eyes swept away, obviously unhappy.

Ikeno touched his nose and said with a smile: "you don't care. I think you want to scratch yourself. Don't say, you are so handsome today. How long have you not started?"

He joked and Lu Nancheng hummed. How could he not understand his intention.

He walked over and sat down beside him. Ikeno took the opportunity to put it on his shoulder and patted his shoulder with sincere words: "it's nothing to admit. Brother won't laugh at you."

Lu Nancheng hung his eyes, and for a long time he was calm and undulating in his chest: "well, I really like Song Jin."

He frankly admitted that since this period of time, once his body's emotions have something to do with that person, they will have subtle changes, and even be affected by her. This has never happened before. Her every twinkle and smile often revolves in his mind, which makes him laugh involuntarily.

But Lu Nancheng was not sure how much he liked her. Was it a spur of the moment? Or because of her identity, she didn't show too clearly. Coupled with the other party's attitude, now is not the time.

Ikeno saw him drooping his eyes and thinking, serious expression, grinning and laughing: "brother, you are an old cow eating tender grass. Who said you would never eat tender grass in your life? Does your face hurt? "

One minute ago, he vowed not to laugh at him. Now his unrestrained laughter resounded in the corridor. Lu Nancheng sipped his lips, patted his hand open, and moved to the side with disgust.

Zhuang Shaoyang came out from the inside after dressing up. He happened to see brother Ye cheekily next to brother Cheng. He was pushed away by brother Cheng and continued to be shamelessly next to him. His hand was even on his shoulder. He almost saw off his chin. Is this still brother ye, who has a violent spleen and is hanging in the sky?

Lu Nancheng was annoyed by him, so he got up and stood aside. Ikeno continued laughing: "brother, you are digging your own hole and burying yourself."

Zhuang Shaoyang sat down with a confused face. He didn't know what they were talking about. His head came up to Ikeno and was pressed by him: "where's the little sister-in-law?"

"It's still in there. What do you say?"

"Don't interrupt when adults talk to children. It's right to treat your sister-in-law well in the future."

Since Lu Nancheng is serious, Ikeno should be polite to Song Jin. After all, this man is very protective. He can't tease Song Jin to drink in the future.

The smile on Ikeno's face continued. After all these years, he was happy to see the lushucheng iron tree blossom.

Zhuang Shaoyang see inexplicable, dizzy sitting on one side, for a while the emergency room door opened, Song Jin came out from inside.

Lu Nancheng took the lead in walking quickly. Song Jin, who had lost a lot of blood, was pale, big eyed, and even a little dizzy. In addition to the sewing needle just now, she was sweating all over her body. Her red lips were bitten and scattered red hanging on her lips. She was supported by him, and most of her body was leaning on his arms.

Lu Nancheng's big hand is as strong as iron. He hugs her soft body and makes her lean in his arms. His pace slows down.

"Now what?"

"Go back."

Just experienced severe pain, Song Jin has no spirit, eyelid son deaf pull, a sick beauty state, fell in other people's eyes, even if so lifeless, also did not damage her face.

She is slightly frowning with delicate eyebrows and thin lips. Her poor appearance only stimulates men's desire for protection. Lu Nancheng is more careful to help her and take her to the car.

On the way back, Song Jin leaned in his arms and looked down at the wrist of the needle. Her eyebrows were twisted together. Lu Nancheng comforted her in a low voice: "she won't leave scars."

Ah, what she thinks about is not the matter at all, but the fact that she has been hacked. It's really a shame.

She hung her head down, and her appearance was tangled. Lu Nancheng said, "be steady."

Ikeno chuckles. The car slows down, leaving the back seat two people unkindly.

Zhuang Shaoyang was eaten a mouthful of dog food, dare not continue to look behind, but with Pool wild chat: "recently imperial city has a badminton game, wild brother go?"

"No

Zhuang Shaoyang think is also, wild brother always think badminton is too elegant, as boxing to fierce.

"Where's brother Cheng?"

"Tickets are reserved."

"I'll see you on the court then."

Song Jin listen to them about the game, just think of their own plan, days are not a few days.

Ikeno's car stops steadily at the door of the villa. Lu Nancheng helps Song Jin out of the car. Ikeno deliberately lowers the window and whistles: "brother, don't you invite us in?"

Lu Nancheng turned black and waved his hand.

Ikeno snorted. Lao Lu didn't want brothers for the sake of women. On the contrary, his pale little sister-in-law came back to invite them.

"Next time, sister-in-law, take a good rest."Song Jin squeezed out a smile and waved goodbye to them, until Ikeno's car disappeared in sight, then turned into the house.

Song Jin goes straight to the bedroom upstairs and throws herself into the bed. Lu Nancheng follows her and looks at her fragile appearance. Her high-heeled shoes are still on her feet. He bends down to take them off, and his warm finger belly sweeps the soft and slippery instep.

She noticed that he was taking off his shoes and sat up in a surprise. He had finished taking off his shoes and was taking out his pajamas from the cupboard and putting them on the bed.

The old aunt would be moved by his thoughtfulness. She would sit cross legged on the bed and look at him with her head up. Her eyes were full of sincere thanks.

"Thank you and your friends today."

She was reckless today. If it wasn't for Lu Nancheng, it would have been more serious.

Lu Nancheng also sat down on the bedside, but naturally pulled her bandaging hand, and then wrapped a thick layer of gauze after sewing needles, looking a bit serious.

"How many stitches?"

Song Jin playfully put up two fingers, but let Lu Nancheng pupil suddenly shrink, heart with a tight, seems to be invisible hand grasp, pain slightly breathless, his face is silent: "twenty needle is not a small number."

"Well, the doctor praised me for being brave."

He closed his dark eyes painfully and painfully. When he opened them, the spreading emotion had been relieved. He could almost imagine the scene at that time. She must have been pale with pain and sweat, but she was stubbornly clenching her lips and didn't say a word. She looked pitiful and helpless.

And then he stood outside the door, this moment, he was faintly annoyed.