Ronan was teased by him, and his tears stopped: "still It's not you! What a jerk
Because of choking, I stuttered.
Fu Tingyuan chuckled and raised his hand to wipe her tears and coax her: "good, good. It's my son of a bitch. Is it time to eat? Aren't you hungry yet
Ronan bit his lips and looked at the smile on his face. He looked as if he was really indifferent. He had been reduced to a slum from Mr. Fu, who was once high. He did not have any special mood.
I can't help but take it easy!
Don't know what she looks like?
Ronan was angry in her heart. Thinking of his black and blue appearance, her nose became sour. In order not to be ridiculed by him, she lowered her head and browned to pick up food.
Fu Tingyuan sat on one side and looked at Luonan's appearance of eating in silence and frowning. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his pupil color was slightly heavy.
After lunch, Fu Tingyuan sat on the sofa and watched Luonan lower his head to clear the table for him.
The length of the iron chain is not enough to get to the door, but can only move freely in the house. Luonan has packed the lunch box at the beginning, but she can't throw it out of the room. She turns her head and looks at Fu Tingyuan leaning on the sofa with his face closed. There is a deep wound on his face, which is not scabby. If you don't apply medicine, you may leave a scar.
She took a look at the medicine box he had put on the windowsill, went over and picked it up, then climbed onto the man's knee and held his face in her hand.
Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes and looked lazily at luonanchu.
Ronan, with his head down, was rummaging through his piles of hemostatic bottles.
There is no label on it. Luonan has searched for a while, but he can't find out what Fu Tingyuan can use now.
She was helpless. She looked up at Fu Tingyuan and found that the man was looking down at her. She was so angry that she raised her hand and patted him: "what are you looking at! Can't you give me a hand? " Let her turn over here!
Fu Tingyuan laughed and raised his hand to pick up a white bottle: "just This one? "
"Is this for muscle regeneration and hemostasis?"
"This bottle looks better."
“……”
"I seem to have one effect here." Looking at Luonan initial gas Du Du Du appearance, Fu Tingyuan laughed out a voice, "there is no such a powerful thing as Shengji. "
it's not easy to live here. How can people here still sell that kind of ointment and powder with cosmetic effect. Under normal circumstances, the medical stores here sell fast hemostasis and detumescence.
"I know you're happy with my face. Don't worry. I don't have scars. I'll be fine when the wound is good. "
"Can you be serious, man?" Ronan was mad at him at first.
He lowered his head and chuckled.
At first, lornan could not do anything about his appearance. He wrung open the white bottle and smeared ointment on his face.
The wound was very deep. It seemed to have been scratched by some sharp weapon. The wound was very thin. Ronan initially thought that it should be a blade.
Her heart sank when she thought of it.
What is Fu Tingyuan doing? Why are they all injured.
What happened in these two months? How could he come to such a place and make himself such a virtue.
She pursed her lips, carefully smeared his wounds, then lowered her head, and applied hemostatic and Detumescence Ointment to his arms and shoulders where they were not bandaged.