A Zhao frowns and is disgusted with his behavior of not taking his body seriously.

"If the wound is infected and inflamed, I'll..."

"Can you take me to the hospital? How do you explain this gunshot wound? Young sister? " Jiang Li raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

Maybe it's that women's make-up skills are so amazing. Jiang Li didn't expect that the charming and attractive creature last night was so small after taking off her heavy make-up.

Think of her ten minutes last night to get rid of the third, Jiang Li frowns into meditation, this age, there is such a ghostly skill, which organization out of the trump card?

He is still thinking, the next moment, the soft breath is close.

He regained his mind and stared at a Zhao: "what do you want to do? Little sister? "

A Zhao stretched out his hand to hold down his wound, looked at the man's brow and frowned: "my name is a Zhao, old man."

Old man?

Jiang Li relaxed and leaned on the sofa: "the old man is injured now. I'm powerless if you want to do something while I'm not prepared."

A Zhao: "it's just

Last night, the man was still a coffin face that no one was allowed to enter, but one night, he began to talk a lot.

Which is his real character?

Or neither?

She didn't care about it with him. She took the gauze apart and took a look at the wound. It was estimated that a slight infection had caused a fever.

She put on the medicine again, wrapped it with clean gauze, and fed him the medicine.

As Jiang Li is now leaning on the sofa and the wound is in his abdomen, a Zhao can only squat for him to change his dressing.

In such a posture, Jiang Li only needs to bow his head a little, and he can see the spring under a Zhao's loose pajamas.

He glanced casually and did not open his eyes. He said that the little girl looked very tender. She was not young, but she had a lot of capital.

Until a Zhao changed his medicine, Jiang Li said lazily, "Hello, a Zhao girl, I'm a normal adult man, are you..."

He glanced at the bottom of a Zhao's neck and said, "be careful?"

A Zhao hears the speech and looks down at his eyes

Hearing that he had a fever in the morning, she came to take care of his wound without paying attention to anything.

Hum! I was laughed at.

She sneered and glanced at him: "Oh, you can't satisfy me now? What should I pay attention to?

Jiang Li: "it's not a normal man for the time being."

A Zhao succeeded in getting rid of a man and lifting his chin, like a proud little peacock, entered his room.

As soon as she entered the door, she shut the door and blushed instantly.

It's really Really.

She quickly changed into clothes and went into the kitchen.

Before long, the smell of fried eggs floated out of the kitchen.

A Zhao has lived through so many tasks, and most of them are spoiled. There are few opportunities for him to practice his cooking skills.

Because she can't do complicated things, she fried two eggs she bought yesterday and a few pieces of bacon. In this way, she can arouse people's appetite in the morning.

It's a matter of minutes.

A Zhao came out with a plate. Inside, there were two eggs that looked good, with bacon on the side and some scallions sprinkled on it.

There is no dining room in this small house. A Zhao sits in front of the small table in the living room, makes a cup of hot milk for himself, and eats it with relish in front of Jiang Li's noodles.

He didn't mean to have a piece of it.