"Get out!" Huo Jingheng spit out two words in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Jiuxi: "......"

Oh, ruthless and unjust!

However, for the sake of his illness, he still didn't care about him in general, and dragged the two tearful children downstairs.

Huo Jingheng's brain seemed to have been inserted into a blunt knife at the moment, and it hurt to explode, and there were too many pictures to think hard.

Especially today's shipment......

......

Jiang Jiuxi watched the two children in the downstairs living room holding the wind and playing, the children have a very strong self-healing ability, and they seem to be able to quickly forget the terrible scene just now.

He began to clean up the dog hair for Yufeng again.

Jiang Jiuxi leaned on the sofa to prop up his chin, a little curious about what kind of stimulation Huo Jingheng had received to have this reaction?

Does it have something to do with how many years he has been a soldier?

I suddenly remembered that after I arrived in Beijing yesterday, I sent a WeChat message to Hou Jinguo and still hasn't replied, which is a bit inconsistent with his style of replying to messages in seconds.

After thinking about it, he called Hou Jinguo again and prompted him to turn off the phone.

I'm a little worried, is something happening? After all, there is still a certain danger in doing entertainment.

If you can't get in touch by tomorrow, let Mu Chengduo find a way to find someone.

Waiting until it was getting late, the afterglow of the sunset reflected the entire living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the two children and the wind were enaged in an orange-red halo.

The picture is warm and harmonious.

Jiang Jiuxi didn't know when Huo Jingheng would be able to go downstairs, and he couldn't be hungry for the two children, so he simply called Aunt Du and asked her to prepare the food and send it over, and make a little more.

Aunt Du brought over the food and helped set the table before leaving.

Jiang Jiuxi hesitated to go upstairs to call Huo Jingheng to eat, and the little curly hair was already raising his little hand: "Mom, the cub is going to call Uncle to eat." ”

"You're not afraid of uncle?"

Little Curly shook his head: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle won't eat cubs." As he spoke, he confidently pedaled upstairs on his short legs.

Not long after, there was another sound of footsteps at the staircase, and the little curly hair led the decadent Huo Jingheng down.

Jiang Jiuxi only thought that nothing had happened, and turned against the guest: "Come over and eat, I asked my aunt to cook a lot." ”

The little curly hair scrambled to speak first: "Mom, uncle's hand is broken, I want a cocoa sticker." ”

Jiang Jiuxi looked at Huo Jingheng's hand, the back of his hand was covered with blood, and the protruding joints of the metacarpal bones were blurred with flesh and blood, which looked a little scary.

"Do you have a medicine box at home?"

Mu Shaoheng hurriedly replied: "Auntie, I know where the medicine box is." ”

ran and took Jiang Jiuxi to get the medicine box.

Carrying the medicine box out, Jiang Jiuxi asked the two children to eat at the table.

She shouted Huo Jingheng to go to the sofa to take medicine.

At this time, Huo Jingheng seemed to be extremely docile and obedient, his thin lips pursed and he didn't say a word, and sat down very obediently.

Jiang Jiuxi felt that Huo Jingheng at this moment was a little similar to the cub's expression after doing something wrong, and his courage also increased: "No matter what your reason is, it's not right to scare a child into hurting himself." If the intervention treatment is useless, then it depends on your own strong willpower, there is nothing that cannot be resisted, if there is, then change the method......"

Huo Jingheng raised his eyes to look at the little woman who was squatting in front of him, chattering while carefully cleaning the wound with a cotton wool.

The light from the floor lamp next to her leaked out on her, revealing a piece of her neck that was even fairer, and her slender fingers were almost transparent.

He was a little distracted and didn't like to be approached, but he actually felt grounded at this time.

Jiang Jiuxi's skills in dealing with wounds are average, try to start lightly, and finally tie a delicate bow when wrapping gauze.

The process is not delicate, and the ending must be perfect!