Chapter 1150

Xiao Yan is so pathetic now.

His hair was in a mess, one side of his face was swollen, and there were a lot of tears. Wearing his clothes, he looked aggrieved.

"If you don't go to the hospital, what will you do if you get hurt?" Han Qing tries to keep his voice down and ask gently.

"I don't go to the hospital anyway, and I don't want to go home." Small Yan shrinks in the knee, the voice stuffy ground spreads, "you send me to some hotel can."

“……”

This girl is saying something stupid. Even if she doesn't go to the hospital at this time, he can't send her to the hotel.

Thinking about it, Han Qing brings people directly to his home. It's just that this place is his private place. There's no servant. It's not the Han family that he usually lives in. So when Xiaoyan gets off the car, she still has some doubts.

"Where is this?"

"My house."

Yesterday, she decided to go back and forth with him.

But just now the man to save her, but also slowly to save her in the arms of the most reliable.

Han Qing steps slightly, eyes slightly down, obviously also feel her change, Han Qing just as she is afraid, so he tightened his arms, low voice with a trace of unknown tenderness.

"Don't be afraid, it won't happen again."

Thinking of what happened just now, Xiao Yan was afraid. If Han Qing didn't come to rescue her, what would happen to her tonight?

Thinking of some possibility, Xiaoyan's body trembled unconsciously.

Han Qing took her upstairs, placed her on the soft sofa, and then said: "wait for me here."

He turned and just wanted to go, but Xiaoyan grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go."

The room is too big to be empty.

Looking at her like this, Han Qing's eyes sank a little, can only soft voice: "I just go next door to get medicine box, a minute back."

A minute?

Xiaoyan looks at him uncertainly, and his eyes seem to ask, really?

Han Qing nodded.

"Soon."

"Well, come back quickly..." Xiaoyan finish, just helpless to let go of his hand, let Han Qing to take the medicine box.

When Han Qing left, Xiao Yan looked down and found that her white shoes were stained with black spots. Looking particularly abrupt, naturally, she thought of what she had just looked like.

Just like the white shoes, they were stained by Li Sihan.

She must be very dirty now. She remembers his hand holding her arm, pulling her clothes and wiping her shoulders and skin

The pictures appear uncontrollably in my mind. More and more, Xiao Yan screams unbearably, stands up and runs out, but slams into Han Qing's arms.

"How..."

Before the words fell, Xiaoyan stepped back a few steps, hiding from him like a plague.

Han Qing is carrying a medicine box in his hand. He plans to help her with the wound. He goes there soon and comes back soon.

But after I came back, I found that Xiaoyan's eyes and expression were not right.

Just leave for a little while, and it's like this?

He took a small step forward tentatively.

"Don't come here!"

Sure enough, Xiaoyan screamed and took a big step back, staring at him angrily, "why do you want to save me? Didn't I say I won't pester you anymore? Didn't I tell you not to show up again? Why did you save me? "

Han Qing pursed her thin lips and her eyes were cold.

"If I don't save you, who will?"

She lowered her eyes. "Anyone can But why you? Why did you see me in such a mess I, I'm so dirty now... "

She bit her lower lip and tried to exclude the disgusting images in her mind. But the harder she tried, the more the images were like dogskin plaster.

Han Qing frowned and looked at the little girl in front of her. Is that the reason for her emotional instability? If he had known that she would be like this when he left for a short time, he should have taken her with him.

"I'm so dirty now How dirty You didn't like me. Now You must think I'm sick? " Speaking of this, Xiaoyan smile bleak: "as long as I knew this, I would rather be strong, do not need you to save."

At first Han Qing was in love with her, then he choked to death when he heard her saying.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her dangerously.

What do you mean you'd rather be strong than be saved? Han Qing wants to knock on her head to see what's in her head, but Xiaoyan is crying and her mouth is red. She looks very pitiful.Han Qing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was obvious what decision he had made.

"According to my character, I really don't want to do this kind of thing at this time, but..."

Words fall, Han Qing directly strode forward, pinched the little girl's chin, forced her to raise her head, bent over to kiss up.

"Well..."

Xiao Yan completely froze in the same place, stunned extremely stare big eyes.

In a moment, the dirty and disgusting pictures in her mind exploded, and then her head became a blank, and she could not remember anything, only the most real feeling in front of her.

That's the temperature on the lips.

When Han Qing's lips came up, they were cool, and gradually became warm. Then they almost burned her like fire.

She trembled with fright and fell back feebly, but she was put around his waist by his big hand and put into his generous and warm arms.

The kiss is deepening, it's not over.

What's the end of the day?

Time flies by, but from the beginning to the end, Xiaoyan's eyes don't close. Until Han Qing retreats, she is still in a puppet state, staring at him.

Han Qing withdrew his forehead half an inch, thought about it, and then came back.

But it sounds a little hoarse, so you want to kiss his face.

"Do you feel dirty now?"

In front of her, there was only his handsome face and breath, and the temperature on her lips just now. Now, where did she remember whether she was dirty or not?

Seeing her like this, Han Qing knew that he had made the right choice, and just now he realized something very serious. He even had some uncontrollable feelings to kiss her for so long.

Originally just intended to kiss her, set her heart, also want to confirm to tell her.

You are not dirty.

But after kissing, he lost control.

And it was out of control so much that it took so long to kiss a frightened little girl.

This is a headache for Han Qing.

He pursed his lips and spoke slowly again.

"Why don't you take a shower first?"