Chapter 300

The ringing of cell phones in the middle of the night is always very harsh.

When the mobile phone rang again and again, Zhou Xiaojing reluctantly got up from the bed.

She was a little fidgety, rubbing some messy hair with her hands, and some lazily reached her mobile phone in her hand.

But when she saw the caller ID on the phone, the expression on her face suddenly became complicated.

This is a list of mobile phone numbers without notes.

But this number is already familiar to her.

To put it another way, I want to forget.

A complex line of sight hangs over the illuminated screen of the phone.

She did a lot of heart building for herself, and then she answered the phone with a sleepy voice as much as possible.

"You're going downstairs now."

There was no prologue at all. Ping Qian's voice went straight into his ears.

For a moment, Zhou Xiaojing felt a slight throb in her heart.

The heart was pounding, as if it would jump out of its throat at any time.

What did Ping Qian ask her to do downstairs so late?

Some reserved pursed her lips, she gently lifted her lower lip: "do you know what time it is? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to ask me to come downstairs so late? "

"Zhou Xiaojing, Luo Xiaoxiao is injured." The man on the phone seems to be getting angry.

His voice slightly calm, seems to be on the verge of the outbreak: "her wounds, I am not very convenient to deal with."

When Ping Qian said that, Zhou Xiaojing was struck by thunder.

She almost forgot that this time Luo Xiao went out with Ping Qian.

The corners of the mouth gently took out, a kind of loss mixed with chagrin emotion, inextricably entangled in my heart.

As soon as I drop my eyes, the light in them is hidden in the darkness.

When Ping Qian called, she was very happy.

But the reality just now slapped her hard.

Zhou Xiaojing couldn't help laughing as some of her self mocking lips hung lightly.

The finger lightly touched in the corner of the eye, the finger abdomen remained a little warm feeling.

"Zhou Xiaojing, can you hear me?" Ping Qian's voice came out of the receiver again.

Almost subconsciously, I clenched my cell phone.

She took a deep breath without any trace.

"I'm here." She answered with a steady voice, "you wait for me, I'll be right down."

Hang up the phone, Zhou Xiaojing randomly pulled out a dress from the wardrobe and went downstairs.

When she passed downstairs, she rummaged through the boxes and found out the medicine box

Pingqian's jeep was parked at the door.

His T-shirt was scratched and there were scratches on his muscular arm.

There is a wound turned over, it looks quite shocking.

Even if Zhou Xiaojing didn't go with her, you can guess what happened to them.

Her eyes lingered on Ping Qian for a few seconds. Zhou Xiaojing gently pursed her lips.

"Are you hurt, too?" With no expression, she handed up the medicine box in her hand. Zhou Xiaojing said, "I'll go to see Xiao Xiao's condition. You can deal with the wound yourself."

"No more." Ping Qian chuckled and refused. "It's just a little skin injury. There's no need to make such a fuss."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

"Go and see Lowell first." He nuzui, light way, "I used to smoke a cigarette."

With that, Ping Qian turned and walked away.

After a while, a faint smell of tobacco floated into Zhou Xiaojing's nose.

The hand holding the medicine box suddenly sank, just like her mood at this time.

Gently pulled up the corner of her lip, Zhou Xiaojing forced some surging tears down.

Biting her lip hard, she pulled the door open and sat on it

At this point, Rochelle was lying in the back seat.

She was wearing a beige windbreaker.

It's a lady's style.

With a flash of light in her eyes, Zhou Xiaojing almost subconsciously looked out of the window.

This should be his girlfriend's dress, right?

Secretly bite the lips, the smell of blood immediately spread between the lips and tongue.

Forced to breathe out, Zhou Xiaojing gently lifted Luo Xiaoxiao's coat.

A wound from the root of Luo Xiao's leg to the thigh, visual inspection should be 78 cm.

No wonder Ping Qian said it was inconvenient to help Luo Xiaoxiao deal with the wound.

When she leans close slowly, Luo Xiaoxiao, who used to squint at her eyes, opens her eyes.

"Xiaojing." Her lips turned a little white.

Reluctantly light hook the lower lip, she some dumb voice of the mouth: "you come?"Seeing Luo Xiaoxiao like this, Zhou Xiaojing burst into tears.

"How did you promise me before you went out?" After wiping her face with the back of her hand, Zhou Xiaojing's throat choked slightly.

With a pair of red eyes, she said: "you said, you will never let yourself hurt. But look what you've become? "

Looking at Zhou Xiaojing, Luo Xiaoxiao gently pushed her lower lip.

There was a faint sigh, but she didn't say anything at last.

Investigation, where is not injured?

What's more, she knew the danger long before she set out.

This kind of behavior of her should be called knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, preferring to the tiger mountain.

However, Zhou Xiaojing was also concerned about her.

After thinking about it, she gently moved her body to the side.

"Xiaojing, please help me with the wound first." Constantly light breathing, Luo Xiaoxiao's eyebrows have been twisted into a knot in one's heart, "my leg is about to die of pain, and then go on like this, I don't know if I will lose too much blood and die."

Hearing the speech, Zhou Xiaojing immediately gave a Pooh.

Staring at a pair of red eyes, she did not have a good angry light scolded a: "I please you, you don't crow mouth, OK?"

Some shivered and pulled out the scissors from the medicine box.

Zhou Xiaojing made a gesture and cut the trousers on Luo Xiaoxiao's leg.

The wound on lockshaw's leg should have been cut by a sharp blade.

The wound is not deep, but the skin has turned over.

Probably has done the emergency treatment, so the wound bleeding is not very much.

The moment she saw the wound, there was a buzz in Zhou Xiaojing's head.

She doesn't have any experience in medical care at all. How to deal with such a wound?

Besides, such a long wound must be stitched, right?

The apex of my heart trembled slightly.

Her hand shook and the scissors fell on the carpet.

Hesitating for a few seconds, she turned over her coat and put it on Luo Xiaoxiao's leg, then clapped the door.

"Ping Qian, come here for me."

In the night, her voice was clear and loud