"Who are you talking about?
This time, He Yiru, I was in such a hurry that I didn't bother to call her, and she was airsick, so I didn't want to take her with me," Jian Qing said casually while disinfecting Jing Mohao.
Jing Mohao's fingertips entwined a strand of Luo Xi's hair hanging on his shoulder, and he casually added the knife, "You're so cruel." "" What the hell He already said that their relationship is not like that anymore.
But when I heard him say this, I felt as if the crow had landed on the pig, seeing others as black but not seeing myself as black.
He said it as if he was very fond of Luo Xi.
Jian Qing held her breath and wrapped Jing Mohao's arm with thick gauze five or six times, and finally tied him a beautiful bow with great skill.
Jing Mohao was immersed in Luo Xi's shyness and came back to his senses.
When he turned around, he saw that his arm was wrapped into a gift box, and his face turned dark instantly.
"Jian Qing, I am disabled."
A minor injury that could be fixed with two band-aids was covered as if he had been covered with a plaster and a steel nail.
Luo Xi glanced at it, burst out laughing, raised her hand to pull up the bow tied by Jian Qing, "Wow, Jian Qing, you have such good hands."
Jing Mohao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he saw the bow tie.
Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and was about to be modest, but Jing Mohao poured cold water on her head and said, "Women can do such dexterous things."
"Haha" Luo Xi laughed unkindly.
Depend on Jian Qing couldn't help but feel angry.
He kindly tied him a nice knot to make him feel better, but in the end, he was ridiculed by this husband and wife's drama.
"You two just bully me, I'm leaving."
Jian Qing choked and walked out.
You must be the one who gets hurt when you are with them.
Although Luo Xi was not around and he was the one who was injured, seeing Jing Mohao teaming up with others to bully him made him feel particularly unhappy.
It just feels like the flowers in my field have gone into someone else’s flower basket.
Why is this metaphor so weird?
He actually compared Jing Mohao to a flower That must be a huge overlord flower Even if it is a flower, I am still not willing to be its fertilizer.
What a mess, why should he contend with a nonsensical metaphor that suddenly came out of his head?
"Learn how to be a man these two days," Jing Mohao reminded him thoughtfully from behind.
Jian Qing turned around and glanced at him inexplicably.
Seeing that he had turned his attention to Luo Xi, he walked out the door angrily.
It's simply unreasonable to say such a thing suddenly.
He is a man to begin with, why should he learn?
When Jian Qing closed the door and went out, the room suddenly became extremely quiet.
Luo Xi found that the embarrassment in her heart had broken out.
Now she didn't know how to get along with this man.
Luo Xi looked at the gauze on his hand and murmured, "Jing Mohao, are you seriously injured?"
"You're only seriously injured," Jing Mohao replied half-truthfully. "" To save face and suffer the consequences Jing Mohao saw her staring at his arm in a daze and growled, "Luo Xi, why don't you lie down here?
You sit there and prepare to dye the sheets." "" Being so fierce, my favorability dropped to zero in an instant.
Luo Xi lay down, snuggled into his arms, and put her hands around his waist.
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Maybe she didn't know about her miscarriage, but her body's instinctive reaction of needing comfort was something she couldn't control
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