Chapter 963

Meng Bu doubted that this seemed to be talking to himself, but it was clearly like a temptation in his tone.

When I was centrifugal, I was slightly alert and avoided answering. After cleaning one hand, I found that the other party was isolated from the pain, and didn't shrink.

At this time, the looked up and asked softly, "does it hurt?"

"No pain." Meng Buyi shook his head decisively. "My sister can clean up my wound. I don't feel any pain at all."

When he spoke, he was very sincere. His expression really couldn't see any pain. He still bent his eyes slightly. He looked smiling and happy.

"I'm very happy that my sister can come back."

In fact, it's not easy to clean the wound on her hand. The cut is very deep. She can't disinfect some places at all. It's the same as no reaction when disinfecting alcohol is poured in.

With the guidance of a doctor, she was a little bolder and cleaned all the wounds on her wrists and back of her hands with him.

Zizi wrapped it up carefully. Suddenly, more than an hour had passed. When it was finished, a layer of cold sweat came out on his back.

"Hoo..." Shi Li breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Meng Buyi's face, he was pale and his heart was hooked by something.

"I haven't had time to clean up my face. On my forehead, alas, if it hurts, you'll shout it out. Bear the pain more, and it won't hurt."

Shi Li clearly understood in his heart that it was not that Meng did not doubt that he did not hurt. Such a deep wound would be unbearable for a superman, not to mention that it was so deep that he almost exposed his bones.

But Meng Buyi didn't say a word. That's just because he... Can bear it too much.

But it's inexplicable, because it's too tolerant, but it's painful.

The gauze had been soaked with blood. She took a piece of gauze again and stressed: "if it hurts, shout, don't bear it."

His face is different from his hands. His wrist seems to be pierced by some sharp instrument, but his face is obviously smashed out, and fine ceramic fragments can be seen.

"It's a little troublesome. These ceramic fragments must be cleaned out first."

Fortunately, there are few fragments. Wash them with alcohol and quickly clean them. Wipe those blood stains clean. The shocking wounds tremble when you look at them.

"Why did you fight so hard? The injury is too serious. It's going to disfigure." Shi Li said angrily, "who hit you..."

He choked back in the middle of his speech, which was almost nonsense. Who could beat him.

Isn't it Meng Buxin.

But they really dare to do it!

In contrast, a plane flies away, like a narrow escape.

Start more carefully.

"It doesn't matter. After treatment, it will be much better. There will be no scars."

"Leave a scar, will my sister dislike me?"

Shi Li frowned and suddenly smiled, "yes."

Meng Bu Yi smiled when he looked at it. He also laughed with him. He didn't know whether he smiled too hard and the action involved too much. Suddenly, he wrinkled.

"Does it hurt?" Shi Li is a little worried.

Meng Bu doubted and looked at her for a long time. His dark eyes seemed like a bottomless vortex. Finally, he nodded leisurely.

"It hurts."

"Now I know it hurts." Seeing him shouting pain, Shi Li was relieved and blew at his wound, "I can't help it, but the old people all said that blowing won't hurt."