"" The wife-protecting maniac who will never change for thousands of years If he really wanted to rest a little longer for Luo Xi, why did he go there just now?
Although she was deeply resentful, Jian Qing still lowered her voice and said, "I ask you what's going on.
Jing Mohao pulled down his cuffs again, and Jian Qing immediately went to pull them up again.
"Why are you covering it up?
I have to wait until the wound is infected and my arm is amputated to be happy."
Jing Mohao put aside his hand, without raising his eyelids, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Okay, what does your mother-in-law look like?
This little injury won't kill you.
Let's heal her first."
Jian Qing was furious when she saw how he didn't take her body seriously, "Luo Xi is fine now, but you are more serious now."
"The disease in your brain is worse." "" Why is he the one innocently shot every time?
If he had been holding his anger in his chest during this period, he could go out on the street and perform a chest-breaking performance now.
However, this guy has been unwilling to tell him about his injury and has tried every means to cover it up, which is not like his character.
Although he usually doesn't say anything when he is injured, he doesn't hold off on being treated. unless Jian Qing turned her head slightly and looked at the person on the bed, her eyes clear.
About to understand why he refused to let him see his injuries, Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief and spoke again, "Let me tell you, don't change the subject today.
I know you are afraid that I will put you in the hospital.
Tell me this Where did the injury come from?
I promise to prepare some ointment and bring it to you, and I will never delay you in taking care of Luo Xi.
How about it?"
When Jing Mohao heard this, he finally raised his eyes and glanced at him.
He did not comment on his proposal or comment, but simply explained in a calm tone, "It was scratched by the high-voltage power grid." "" He knew that as long as it didn't delay him from taking care of Luo Xi, he could do anything.
After being scratched by the high-voltage power grid, this guy went out to play CrossFire Even after being electrocuted into charcoal, he can still play with women here as if nothing has happened.
I really admire him.
Look, the dermal layer has been scorched.
It was much more powerful than the last explosion.
This time it must leave scars.
Jian Qing checked inside and out, and then rushed back to the hospital to prepare ointment under the man's repeated urging.
After Jian Qing left, the man walked to the balcony with calm eyes, lit a cigarette, looked at the stars appearing in the distance, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Just like that, I stood like a sculpture until dawn.
When Luo Xi woke up again, she was shocked by the folded bed.
She opened her starry eyes and saw that the bed had been folded into a recliner, allowing her to sit up even with her hands fixed.
Jing Mohao held a bowl of rice porridge in his hand, scooped up the spoon and brought it to Luo Xi's mouth, his voice still lacked warmth.
"Open your mouth."
Luo Xi listened to his commanding tone, but pressed her lips tightly, determined not to eat what he handed her.
She couldn't fight him with brute strength, but she always had other ways to fight him.
Just because she couldn't die by cutting her wrists didn't mean that she couldn't disappear into his world in other ways.
She would always find a way to leave him.
Jing Mohao knew that she was threatening him with a hunger strike, so he stopped asking.
He put the bowl in his hand aside, stuck two fingers on both sides of her chin, and stretched out his hand to strangle her throat
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