Chapter 443： Found burns on his back

Chapter 443 I found burns on my back

Didn’t it mean there was no wound? how come. . . Yao Shengming’s wound is also a burn?

Yao Shengming heard the noise, he stood up abruptly, and when he saw Yao Rong, he stretched his hand over the bathrobe and put it on his body, and asked unnaturally: "Are you back?"

Yao Rong was silent, her eyes fell on him, her body trembling.

"No, it's impossible." Yao Rong kept shaking her head. She was in a great mood just now. When she saw Yao Shengming's wound, she was very uncomfortable. She felt a sigh of relief in her heart and couldn't breathe.

Yao Shengming looked at her, he was worried and asked, "Rongrong, what's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable?"

He was about to step forward, Yao Rong took a half step back and walked out.

"Rong Rong." He wanted to catch up, but he was afraid of scaring her.

Yao Shengming looked at the apple on the ground, then watched her escape from the second floor, turned and walked out.

Yao Rong ran outside and sat in front of Yao’s house. He kept shaking his head and said, “Why is he injured? It should be Zhuo Li. I think it’s Zhuo Li. How could it be him?”

Recent contact with Zhuo Li, and the injury on his back! It all proves that Zhuo Li, not Yao Shengming, actually saved her.

Because she wanted to confirm, she asked the nurse specially.

When the nurse said that Yao Shengming's back was not hurt, Yao Rong felt that he was finally relieved. Between her and Yao Shengming, no one owes anyone, it's just. . . What happened to the injury on his back?

"Did the nurse also read it wrong?" Yao Rong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Perhaps, because she doesn't like Yao Shengming, she forcibly transferred her thoughts to Zhuo Li, hoping that he would save her?

Thinking of this, she drove straight to the hospital and found the nurse that day.

"Hey, hello, Miss Yao, slow down." The little nurse was dragged to the corner by her, startled, exasperated with Yao Rong's momentum, as if to kill her?

Yao Rong pulled her to the corner, took out a few hundred yuan, handed it to her hand, and asked: "The patient who was in a coma before, I let you look at his back, did you see?"

"Look at it." The nurse answered after taking the money.

Yao Rong listened, she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure he is not injured?"

"Yes, there is no injury at all!" The nurse was taken aback, not understanding what she was asking this for.

Yao Rong stared into her eyes, raised her chin, and asked, “But this morning, I saw that his back was injured and it was inflamed. You are lying.”

The nurse listened, and gave her a glance: "Miss Yao, if that gentleman is injured, it has been a week since he was discharged from the hospital! If there is an injury, he has healed, how can he get inflammation?"

Yao Rong listened, only to realize that his brain was short-circuited, and he didn't even think about it.

"So... his injury, I'm afraid it was also from the back." The nurse said, crossing her to get busy.

Yao Rong leaned in the corner, looked at the tree branches outside the window, and whispered: "If it was an afterthought, then, what exactly does he want to do? Does he have to lie?"

Thinking of this, Yao Rong turned and went downstairs.

In her heart, men must be open and open when they do things.

Every time she asks him about saving her, he avoids answering, but it is the same today. . . . .

"I don't want to." Yao Rong felt very upset when she thought of this. She turned to the flower shop, bought a bunch of flowers and turned back.

Yao Rong listened to the voice, her eyes widened, she always felt that the voice was familiar.

I thought I was unlucky when I encountered this kind of thing, and she didn't like to be nosy.

But this voice really made her curious.

It's the woman, who is Gu Miaoting.

Seeing this, Yao Rong lowered her head and looked at the clothes on the ground. She slowly walked forward, squatting down, and reaching out to pick up the clothes and walk well.

"Sir, borrow a fire." Yao Rong took a passing boy, borrowed a lighter, lit his clothes, and set them on fire.

(End of this chapter)