Chapter 242

Bai Sang's fingers began to bleed.

"Ah, Jiao Jiao!" The book mother saw her hand and hurriedly helped people up.

Grab someone and go out.

Come to the medical museum.

Soon, Bai Sang's fingers were wrapped in layers of cloth.

And a trace of blood flowing out of it.

"Are you worried about Zhengqing going to a private school?" The book mother pointed her head, "cut so deep, Zhengqing must be distressed to death when he comes back."

Bai sang blushed. "Mom, should my husband go to a private school to study?"

"Of course, why don't you take you to have a look? It's not early, and they're coming back. "

"Good!"

Bai sang followed his mother to the door of the private school.

The private school is located across the river. There are some stalls at the door.

There are all kinds of things.

Bai Sang was a little dazzled.

Passing by a stall, she took the book mother and said quietly, "Mom, their workmanship is not as good as ours."

The book mother smiled: "that's natural."

Before they waited long, the door of the private school opened.

Shu Zhengqing appeared in front of him.

He was walking with an old man with a beard on his chin and a serious face.

The book father followed with a happy face.

Bai Sang was relieved to see it.

This must be too much.

She laughed.

After talking for a while, Shu Zhengqing saw Bai sang and his mother standing at the door.

After the old man finished, he immediately trotted over to Bai sang.

Reach out and habitually hold Bai Sang's hand: "madam."

Bai Sang's face turned white, "it hurts."

"What's the matter, madam?" Shu Zhengqing immediately let go.

Suddenly I saw my left hand wrapped around the cloth.

Now, because he shook it hard, the cloth was stained with red blood and looked terrible.

Shu Zhengqing turned pale and gently held Bai Sang's left hand in front of him. "Madam, how are you hurt!"

Bai sangqiang held up his smile and shook his head, trying to draw back his hand.

But this hand hurts too much.

"Look at your hands and feet, hurry to the medicine store!" The book mother took Bai sang on her back and came to the medicine hall again.

Bai Sang's eyes were red. Just now Shu Zhengqing grabbed her left hand and stuck the cloth into the meat.

When the new dressing was pulled out, the painful tears almost came down.

Next to the book, Zhengqing's eyes were also red. Looking at his mother's painful face, he clenched his fists.

Want to slap themselves.

"Some of the meat has been cut off. When the new meat grows, it won't be in the way." The doctor took a pen and wrote, "I've lost too much blood. Write a prescription to fill the medicine."

Shu Zhengqing held Bai sang carefully. "Madam, it's all my fault. Hit me."

Then he put his face in front of Bai sang and really let her fight.

Bai sang slowed down and burst into a giggle: "I was also hurt because I missed my husband and lost my mind. Does this have to be counted on my husband?"

Qing's right hand rubbed the book tightly, and Sang's heart was not hurt. When I was studying, I always looked around and thought you were there. But sitting next to him was a man I didn't know. He found that I was always looking at him and thought I had something to do with him. "

"Poof." Bai sang laughed.

My heart is also comforted.

My husband hasn't forgotten himself.

"Really, he talked to me when he was in the hall and said whether I had a problem with him." Shu Zhengqing then leaned over to Bai Sang's ear and whispered, "because he's a little fat, I heard others call him fat."

Bai sang is even happier now.

I almost smiled with my stomach covered.