Chapter 532

Han Qilu scolded an chuxia's fool in his mouth, but he never stopped. First he quickly took a dry towel to dry the blood for her, and then dipped some alcohol with a cotton swab.

Seeing him busy, an chuxia suddenly smiles.

She even thought that even if she had been killed by that ashtray, she would not have complained. Think of here, the corner of an chuxia's mouth smoked, and so on, not to say that we should study hard, the rest of the first regardless of it?

It is not said that if Han Qilu really can not give up to man Kui, then she will be good to launch it? What's the reason she thinks so now?

"Wait, can't you use alcohol? Should look for iodine, that won't hurt Han Qilu said to himself, turned and squatted down to look for iodine in the spare medicine box.

Why is he so handsome when he looks for iodine?

An chuxia really want to give himself a big ear melon seeds, in the heart scold oneself, an chuxia, you are a crooked ladle of crooked melon, how the heart thought is not point is serious? You shouldn't be crazy at this time, OK?!

"Ah, here it is." Han Qilu continued to talk to himself and carefully looked for the production date on the iodine bottle to see if it was overdue.

His eyes seem to flow with a strange blurred brilliance, let people accidentally fall into his Alice Wonderland, fantasy that he is the hero.

"This one is not expired. It can be used." Han Qilu said, opened the lid of iodine, took out a cotton swab and dipped it in a little.

At that time, an chuxia was sitting on the round stool beside the white desk, while Han Qilu was squatting on the ground. At the moment when he looked up, the two men just looked at each other. Something is breeding, sprouting, growing fast.

Ann chuxia just sat there, his hands on his knees with his wrists, motionless. And her forehead was red, and there was a little red in the middle, which made people feel the pain in their hearts.

In order to ease the embarrassment, she coughed and said, "you don't have to do this. You don't have to bleed. You don't need to wipe iodine."

"No blood?" It seems that she didn't know that her forehead had been smashed into a small hole by the ashtray with no long eyes. Now it's OK. Both of them have suffered head injuries, but they match each other. Han Qilu thinks so, and her hand movements also stop.

Looking at Han Qilu's helpless eyes, an chuxia reached out and touched the hot spot on her forehead because of pain.

"Hiss -" her forehead was hurt again by the strength of her fingers, which made her take a breath of cold air.

Take a look at the fingers, which are stained with the thick liquid of Yin Hong.

It's bleeding.

"Don't move." Han Qilu opened her hand that touched her forehead with one hand, and carefully held a cotton swab dipped in iodine in the other hand. She was as careful as blue for a cloisonne, and did not dare to tremble at all.

It has to be said that Han Qilu's careful appearance, although not with his usual devil side, but it can make people melt the whole heart, would like to go up to kiss his lips.

An chuxia blinked his eyes, only to find that his eyes were wet. Red eyes symbolize her complex psychology. She was thinking, if Han Qilu didn't lose her memory, her life should be as touching and warm as at the moment?

But there is no if.

"All right." Han Qilu looked away from the wound, but noticed that her eyes were red. She couldn't help but ask in a soft voice: "what's the matter? Did I hit too hard just now

He swore that he had been very careful. He had never been so careful in his life. Even a doctor who has a lot of internal medicine is not as careful as he is.

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's already." In order to cover up what she thought, she said something against her heart. In fact, the pain on the forehead has spread all over the head.

"Stupid..." Han Qilu gritted his teeth and threw away the cotton swab he had used in his hand, and said viciously, "if you want to run out like this next time, I'm sure I don't care about you!"

“……” An chuxia's eyelids are drooping, and her long eyelashes lead to a shadow under her eyes.

"Ah!? Yes Han Qilu patted his head, bent down and continued to search in the medicine box. After a while, he found a Yunnan Baiyao band aid.

An early summer a Leng, quickly wave a hand: "this need not post, too publicize."

Actually, is this brown band aid too ugly? In Korean drama, the kind of band aid for female protagonist can be very small, or transparent. This long bandage on her head is also too bad scenery, she is really drunk.

Yumutou Han Qilu of course did not know what she thought in her heart, only felt injured should stick a band aid, even in the most conspicuous head.

"What's the publicity? In this way, everyone will know that you are injured and will not bump into you Han Qilu began to tear the band aid.

He is such a person. Although he is still a handsome young man, when he gets serious, he does nothing but purses his lips. The whole person feels like a row of high sea water pressing directly at others, which makes people have no time to scream for help but to yield to him. This innate momentum is very similar to Han Liuhai, but sometimes even more than Han Liuhai.An chuxia couldn't help but skim the corner of his right mouth, revealing shallow dimples.

Even if it is not sticking to the band aid, who will bump her forehead? An early summer in the heart stomach Fei, but the mouth is not a word also said. This time with Han Qilu is short, she doesn't want to fight with him.

"Come on, bow your head." Han Qilu stretched out her hand. She lowered her forehead a little. A Yunnan Baiyao band aid was pasted on her forehead, which was extremely incompatible with her white skin.

However, Han Qilu seems to be very satisfied with his "masterpiece". After "tut tut", he stood up and said, "OK."

So soon? An chuxia bit her teeth and stood up from the stool. It's like a Cinderella party. No matter how sweet it is, it's always going to end.

What's more, she is still a Cinderella without crystal shoes.

"Thank you." An chuxia politely spits out these two words, but it's a little raw.

There was no need to say these two words between them, but now

After hearing the word "thank you", Han Qilu was stunned for a moment and put away the proud expression on his face. A face seemed to fall into the ice cave in an instant.

The light of the early morning falls on an chuxia's head, and his hair is dyed golden yellow. His hairy appearance makes him want to hold her in his arms and hold her tightly.

"Early summer..." Han Qilu stretched out his hand, about to touch her cheek hand suddenly turned a direction, fell on her head, rubbed, as if to tease a pet.

"Don't be such a fool again. If you are a girl like you, if you leave any scar on your face, I will..." Han Qilu squatted down, his face looked a little stiff, but at least for a moment, he returned to his usual expression: "don't do this again."

An early summer tightly staring at Han Qilu's eyes and eyes, that deep as the cold pool of eyes, is clearly flash through a trace of love.

"Seven records..." The inflated mood is like a balloon filled with air, which finally explodes after being too saturated. All the emotions are released in a moment.

With a "seven records" call out, she stepped forward and firmly grasped Han Qilu's arm, separated by a thin layer of shirt, her fingers seemed to be trapped in his flesh and blood.

"Do you really forget me? Don't you remember me at all? " Because of emotional excitement, her white cheeks were stained with two red clouds, which gradually spread, and spread on her cheeks like a proper layer of rouge.

Han Qilu clenched his teeth and his jaw became more and more tense.

He wanted to tell the little girl in front of him that I love you. Even if he had forgotten you, he had already remembered.

But He can't do it now!

"Early summer." Han Qilu's larynx moved up and down, and his eyes were full of pain.

She thought he had something else to say, but she turned her head and stopped looking at her or talking. It was like a statue. But he is not a statue, but a living, flesh and blood man.

"You talk Can't you really leave the sunflower? " Han's eyes are fixed on his face to see what he's trying to do.

Since Han Qilu wakes up this time, her sixth sense feels that Han Qilu is a little different from before, and she can't tell where it is. And now she knows, eyes! That pair of eyes, look at her is no longer full of doubts and confusion, but some more let her do not understand the mood.

It's like

It's like remembering everything!

"Give me a moment." Han Qilu turned his head again, his eyes full of firmness, as if he suddenly communicated something.

"Ah?" "What are you talking about?" she asked

Give him time? what time? Remember your time?

"Early summer, give me some time!" He said eagerly, reaching out and holding her thin shoulder, he suddenly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry..."

I don't understand what he's talking about But! She was willing to give him time as he said. Besides, she had been giving him time and remembering her time.

"Are you all pigs? Won't you stop the little granny? What do I feed you for? Even if I raise a few chickens, I can lay some eggs for me to fry and eat

Jiang Yuanyuan's voice came far away from the corridor outside, mixed with a series of hasty footsteps.

Han Qilu quietly moved his hand on the shoulder of an chuxia, waiting for Jiang Yuanyuan's impending accusation. Anyway, she is her own son. He knows Jiang Yuanyuan too well.

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