Chapter 183

When she was quiet, she was really a gentle girl. She was also a woman who had to rely on others, but she had to be very strong.

"Well," Rong Jing was still immersed in the gentleness of Jiang Xuan, but he didn't slow down. The latter had finished the bandage with a beautiful bow.

Rong Jing looks at the bow on his arm with disgust. He is a big man. He always feels strange when he ties it.

was preparing to make complaints about it. When he suddenly noticed that he had not seen what a face of Gracilaria had become white, it seemed that he was frightened.

"You What's the matter? " In Rong Jing's cognition, Jiang Xuan didn't seem to be frightened by such a scene.

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

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

"Where have you been?" Jiang Leng Leng Leng, or asked this question, if just back is not him, is someone else, she really can not guarantee the safety of Rong Ning.

Rong Jing saw that Jiang Xun was almost relieved, and the look on his face gradually changed from worry to coldness, "something's up."

"That just came back. Why did you leave?" Jiang Xuan doesn't know why she has so many problems, but as long as she thinks of Rong Ning, who is alone at home, and Rong Jing's bloody arm, she feels uncomfortable.

Rong Jing's thin lips pressed tightly. He didn't mean to answer.

How can he tell Jiang Xuan that he just came back because he was worried about Rong Ning and was ready to leave because he saw Jiang Xuan here and didn't want her to know that he was hurt.

Jiang Xuan waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Rong Jing's answer. He suddenly felt that his heart was filled with bursts of bitterness.

This scene is so familiar, like when she asked her and her mother again and again in front of Jiang Juncheng, but the man didn't say a word.

"Suit yourself," Jiang Xuan stood up and was ready to leave.

This man, say nothing, just want to walk into her life.

As he turned around, Rong Jing held out his hand and grasped Jiang's wrist.

The real touch makes Rong Jing and Jiang Xuan stand at the same time, and then Jiang Xuan shakes off Rong Jing's hand like an electric shock.

"Xiao Li," Rong Jing's tone finally softened a little, accompanied by a slight sigh into her ears, "I don't mean that."

Jiang Leng Leng for a moment, is this explaining to her?

"I really have something," Rong Jing's tone also revealed a little weak, "I just I don't want to worry you, so I'm ready to leave. "

In the face of this kind of explanation, he didn't know why. On the contrary, it was even worse.

"I'm afraid I'm worried?" Jiang Xuan turned around and took a look at Rongjing. He sneered, "then you're so amorous. I'm not your one."

In the side witnessed all of Rong Ning can't help but start to worry, these two people, a more than a mouth hard.

Especially Jing, the man, can't say a word to make people laugh.

"Mommy," Rong Ning's voice was small, even a little weak, which made Jiang Xuan go down most of the time just after listening to his arrogance. "Jing means that he loves you very much and doesn't want to make you worry."

Love.

This word makes Jiang Xuan's heart tremble. It has been a long time since no one said love to her.

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 skinny hand, saying word by word, "my mother will always love you, you don't want to hate, you want to To know love. "

The more she thought about it, the more she felt sad.

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

"Small fence," Rong Jing noticed something wrong with Jiang, but could not guess that she thought of her mother, so she had to carefully stretch out her hand and gently embrace Jiang into her arms.

The familiar and strange smell impacts Jiang's sense of smell. After a while, she subconsciously pushes Rong Jing away.

"Hiss..." As soon as Jiang Xuan separated himself from Rong Jing's arms, he heard the voice of the man's air-conditioning.

Jiang Xuan wanted him to stop pretending. When he saw that the white gauze on his arm was gradually covered with red, the fundus of his eyes was covered with panic again.

"Scenery Rong Ning also raises the quilt to get out of bed and help, but Jiang Xuan presses him back,

"don't make trouble!"

Rongning had to continue to be clever in bed, a face of tension looking at the river to Rongjing wound treatment.

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

After all, Mommy doesn't really want to see her now.

After dressing the wound again, there was a layer of sweat on Jiang's forehead.

Next to it was a basin of red water soaked with blood and a strip of gauze.

"I'll go and pour the water out," Jiang Xun stood up with a basin and left.Rong Jing looks at Jiang Xuan's back disappearing at the door. Then he looks miserable and reaches out another uninjured hand to wipe the sweat on 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 Leng for a moment, did not expect that the little boy also guessed.

"What else?" Rong Jing eased over a little bit, directed at Rong Ning to pick eyebrows, "you go?"

Rong Ning answered the wrong question, "what can I do with Mommy when you have an accident?"

If it wasn't for mummy's being here tonight, who knows what would happen. He would be afraid if he thought that Rong Jing had just lost so much blood.

He knows, bleeding is injury, injury is death.

He knows all about it.

"I won't have an accident," Rong Jing's tone is light, as if to say "I've had a meal", inexplicably has a soothing power.

Rong Ning pursed his mouth and said nothing.

It has to be said that the father and son are exactly the same in the way they pursed their mouths and frowned.

This is what Jiang Xuan saw when he came in from the door. Neither of them looked at the other. He looked bitter and bitter.

"This is the hemostatic I just got home," Jiang added, putting a small transparent bottle on the table. "I just saw that there is no medicine in your medicine box."

Rongjing's lips are curved. The ruffian looks at Jiang Xun with a smile, as if the injured person is not him. "It's the woman I like, that's careful."

"Poor." After Jiang Xuan left this word, he went to pour tea for Rong Ning and let him take medicine.

The father and son are really more and more worrying. Fortunately, she has been used to living alone since she was a child. She has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run. She can take care of others as she takes care of herself.