Chapter 2283

Xiao Pian quickly leaves from the window, but is a step late, and Han Lang's line of sight, a little embarrassed.

Han Lang took a look at her, went to wash his hands, then opened the cabinet, took out the medicine box, patted the sofa, "I've been here."

Xiao Pian looked at his bloody hands, walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Han Lang grabbed her hand, "I have to see if I hurt a bone. It will hurt. You can bear it."

"Well."

Han Lang pinches Xiao Pian's fingers one by one.

Xiao Pian's face was pale with pain, and beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, but he bit his teeth and didn't hum.

Han Lang's eyes sank slightly, good, worthy of being the teacher's daughter.

"Fortunately, there was no fracture, but three fingers were out of joint. I have to reset it for you. It's going to hurt... "

"I can bear it."

Han Lang nodded his head and held her finger, a clever force.

"Ah -"

Xiao Pian said he could bear it, but he cried out in pain.

The more you can't do it, the more painful it will be.

Han Lang's hands kept on repositioning the other two fingers.

Xiao Pian was pale with pain.

"Pretty good, girl."

“……” Xiao Pian was too painful to speak.

Han Lang smiles and stops talking. He takes out alcohol and bandage to treat her wound.

He bandaged the wound quickly and well.

Xiao Pian thinks of Mo Qing.

Mo Qing is also a good dressmaker. Mo Qing is trained by himself and Xiao ran, and Han Lang should be trained by himself.

Xiao Pian looks at the man who is treating the wound of her other hand in front of her, and his heart suddenly feels sad.

When the bandage touched his face, he remembered that his hand was wrapped with gauze.

Han Lang turns his head to look at her. Seeing Xiao Pian looking at his hands, he can't help but smile. After tying the last knot, he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

After a while, I came out of the bathroom with a hot wet towel in my hand.

The hot towel was applied on xiaopian's face, and xiaopian was comfortable for a long time.

Han Lang wiped xiaopian's face, threw away the towel, picked xiaopian up and went into the bedroom.

Xiao Pian leaned on his shoulder and didn't want to move.

She grew up so big, for the first time so clever to be manipulated by men, and was manipulated to a warm heart.

It's something I've never felt before.

Before going to bed with him, I never dreamed that she would feel warm on a cold-blooded man.

And this warmth is like poppy, which makes her addicted and never want to give up.

Han Lang put Xiao Pian on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her, and stroked her rough fingers on her smooth face, "you sleep, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back in a moment."

Xiao Pian took him by the hand, but he didn't want to leave.

"Don't worry, it's safe here."

Xiao Pian nodded, let go of his hand, "come back early, I'll wait for you."

She knew he was going to deal with Nava.

Nava is still in his car. If she wakes up here, Han Lang can't live here any more. She doesn't want to let Han Lang lose this shelter because of her.

Her attachment, let his heart swing, eyes flashed a touch of tenderness, "good."

Han Lang looked at Xiao Pian's plain face, clean and clean. The more he looked, the bigger his face was. His eyes were black and clear. Although his lips were less bloody, the more delicate they were like petals.

He thought of what he said to her last time, his face without makeup was very good

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