Chapter 639

"I'll wrap it up for you!" he said

Wen Mo Wu took it from her, calm as if the injured person was not him, and even comforted her.

"Don't be afraid. I'll do it myself. You can call ah Qing right away."

"Well..."

Chi Wan knows the current situation, so he'd better follow his arrangement and call Wen Qing immediately to let him hurry up.

When she hung up the phone, Yu Guang swept Chi Ling. Her anger rose to the highest point, and her lips turned white because of her anger.

She stepped forward and slapped Chi Ling on the cheek.

"You don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin!"

No matter how she was abused before, she didn't want to fight back, but this time, she really couldn't control it!

Chi Ling covered her chest. Her face was gray and her throat was full of pain. She couldn't speak.

In a few minutes, Wen Qing arrived, and his sight fell on Wen Mo's hand wrapped around his handkerchief for the first time.

The wound was too deep. After a while, the veil had been dyed red with blood.

"Boss, who did it?"

Hearing his angry voice, Wen Mo gave him a slightly calm look. He swept Chi Ling, who was curled up in the corner, and said flatly, "take her up, hold her still for the moment, and shut her in the basement of Jinxiu Garden."

Wen Qing turned around and picked Chi Ling up like a chicken. Then she could see her face clearly. "Isn't this sister-in-law's aunt? Boss, she gave it to you! "

I heard a murmur.

Wen Qing's unbelievable squint, "where did she come from

I know a little about Chi Ling after hearing about her.

She doesn't have the courage to kill. She doesn't even have the courage to eat and drink?

"The first trial will tell." Wen Mo waved his hand and told him to do it quickly.

After Wen Qing left, Chi Wan immediately took Wen Mo to the car and said, "let's go to the hospital!"

He couldn't beat her, so he had to admit it.

A famous professor of surgery was in charge of the diagnosis and treatment. He untied the handkerchief on Wenmo's hand, looked at the wound, and immediately took a cold breath.

Late is also a sour nose, throat some choking.

A deep visible bone wound runs across the palm. The skin and flesh on both sides of the wound are rolling. In a piece of flesh and blood, you can see the white bones inside.

"A little hurt." Wen Mo sees her reddish eyes and regrets that she didn't shut her out.

He ignored him late and asked the doctor, "what are the sequelae of this injury?"

Professor pondered for a long time, said, "this depends on the effect of recovery, you go out first, I want to treat the wound for the patient."

Later, Wen Yan turned his head and left, as if he would delay Wen Mo's healing time by one more second.

About two hours later, Wenmo came out, his left hand wrapped in thick gauze, Junrong slightly white, after all, a lot of blood.

"How's it going?" She immediately met him and held his arm carefully.

Wen Mo rubbed her hair with her uninjured right hand. "I've sewed some stitches for a month."

Later, I let out a cry, and my heart relaxed a little, "that's good..."

"What is this?" Wenmo looks at the box at her feet.