Chapter 183

When Jiang Hao was quiet, she was really a very gentle girl, and she was obviously a woman who had to rely on others, but she wanted to be strong to death.

"Okay," Rong Jing was still immersed in Jiang Li's tenderness and did not recover, the latter had already finished the dressing with a beautiful bow.

Rong Jing looked at the bow on his arm with disgust. He was a big man, and it always felt strange to tie it.

Just as he was about to complain, Rong Jing suddenly noticed that Jiang Hao's face had turned white at some point, as if he was frightened.

"What's wrong with you?" In Rong Jing's perception, Jiang Hao didn't seem like someone who would be frightened by such a scene.

Jiang Hao shook her head numbly. When she tore off Rong Jing's clothes, she saw so much blood, like...

Like when my mother was lying on the ground, so much blood...

"Where have you been?" Jiang Hao was stunned for a while, but she still asked this question. If it wasn't him who just came back, it was someone else, she really wouldn't be able to guarantee Rong Ning's safety.

Rong Jing saw that Jiang Hao had almost recovered, and the expression on his face gradually changed from worry to neither cold nor indifferent, "Something is going on."

"Then why did you leave when you just came back?" Jiang Hao didn't know why she had so many problems, but as long as she thought of Rong Ning at home alone, and of Rong Jing's bloody arms, she felt uncomfortable.

Rong Jing pursed his thin lips tightly, and didn't mean to answer.

How could he tell Jiang Lei that he just came back because he was worried about Rong Ning, and he was going to leave because he saw Jiang Lei here and didn't want her to know that he was hurt.

Jiang Hao waited for a long time and didn't hear Rong Jing's answer, and suddenly felt a burst of grief in his heart.

This scene was so familiar, it was very similar to how she asked her and her mother over and over again in front of Jiang Juncheng back then, but the man didn't say a word.

"As you like," Jiang Li stood up and was about to leave.

This man, without saying anything, just wanted to go into her life arrogantly.

At the same time Jiang Hao turned around, Rong Jing reached out and held Jiang Hao's wrist.

The real touch made Rong Jing and Jiang Hao stunned at the same time, and then Jiang Hao shook off Rong Jing's hand like an electric shock.

"Xiao Li," Rong Jing's tone finally softened a little, with a slight sigh entering her ears, "I didn't mean that."

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, is this explaining to her?

"I really have something to do," Rong Jing's tone also revealed a little weakness, "I just... I didn't want to worry you, so I was about to leave."

Faced with this weak explanation, Jiang Hao didn't know why, but it was even more unpleasant.

"I'm afraid I'm worried?" Jiang Hao turned around and glanced at Rong Jing, and sneered, "Then you are really being selfish, and I'm not yours."

Rong Ning, who had witnessed everything beside him, couldn't help but start to get anxious. One of them was tougher than the other.

Especially the man Jing, who can't say a word of coaxing.

"Mummy," Rong Ning's voice was small, even a little weak, making Jiang Hao go down most of the time just listening to the arrogance, "Jing means that he loves you very much and doesn't want you to worry."

"Love".

This word made Jiang Hao's heart tremble. It had been a long time since no one had told her love.

The last time I heard this word was when my mother died.

At that time, my mother was lying on the bed, holding her hand tightly with her bony hand, saying word by word, "Mother will always love you, you don't want to hate, you have to... know how to love."

The more Jiang Hao thought about it, the more sad he felt.

In recent years, she has almost forgotten how to love and be loved.

"Xiao Li," Rong Jing sensed something was wrong with Jiang Hao, but could not guess that she was thinking of her mother, so she reached out her hand cautiously and gently took Jiang Hao into her arms.

The familiar and unfamiliar smell hit Jiang Lu's sense of smell. After she was stunned for a while, she pushed Rong Jing away subconsciously.

"Hi..." Jiang Hao just broke free from Rong Jing's arms when he heard the man's voice gasping for air.

Jiang Hao originally wanted him to stop pretending, but when he saw that the snow-white gauze on his arm was covered with red little by little, his eyes were filled with panic again.

"Jing!" Rong Ning also lifted the quilt to get out of bed to help, but Jiang Hao pushed him back.

"Don't make a mess!"

Rong Ning had no choice but to stay on the bed obediently, watching Jiang Hao treat Rong Jing's wound nervously.

He vaguely knew something about Rong Jing, but he also knew that now was not the time to say it.

After all, Mommy isn't looking forward to seeing her yet.

After the wound was bandaged again, there was already a layer of fine sweat beads on Gracilia's forehead.

There was a basin of blood-soaked water and a gauze next to it.

"I'm going to pour the water," Jiang Li stood up with the basin in hand, and left after leaving those words.

Rong Jing looked at Jiang Hao's back disappearing into the doorway, only then did he show pain, and stretched out another uninjured hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Jing," Rong Ning lowered his voice and looked at the man beside him like a mature adult, "Do you have to go to such a dangerous thing in person?"

Rong Jing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this little boy to guess it.

"Otherwise?" Rong Jing slowed down and raised his eyebrows at Rong Ning, "You going?"

Rong Ning answered the question, "What should I do with Mommy if you have an accident?"

Who knows what would have happened if Mommy hadn't been here tonight, thinking about how much blood Rong Jing shed just now, he felt scared.

He knew that bleeding meant injury, and injury meant death.

He knows it all.

"I won't have an accident," Rong Jing's tone was indifferent, as if he was saying "I've already eaten", with an inexplicable power to soothe people's hearts.

Rong Ning pursed his lips and stopped talking.

I have to say, the father and son are really the same with their mouths pursed and their brows frowning.

This is what Jiang Hao saw when he came in from outside the door. The two of them didn't look at each other, and they looked like they were bitter and hated.

"This is the hemostatic medicine I just got home," Gracilaria added, putting a small transparent bottle on the table, "I just saw that your medicine cabinet is almost empty."

The corners of Rong Jing's lips finally twitched, and he looked at Jiang Hao with a smirk, as if the injured person was not him, "As expected of the woman I like, she is careful."

"Poor." After Jiang Hao dropped the word, he went to pour tea for Rong Ning and let him take medicine.

The father and son are really more worry-free than the other. Fortunately, she is used to living alone since she was a child. She has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away. How to take care of herself can take care of others.