Wen Yingying nodded and said lightly, "Thank you Senior Brother Zhao for your concern." By the way, Senior Brother Zhao, how about the other senior brothers?"

"They're fine. ”

"That's good. ”

"Let's go, senior brother will take you home. Zhao Zhen was in a hurry to take Wen Yingying away, so he didn't ask her for advice, and directly grabbed her arm.

Unexpectedly, this time she pulled Ah Zi and Wen Yingying's wound, she immediately frowned in pain and exhaled in pain.

Ying Xiaochuan's face was swept away indifferently, and he took an arrow step over to tear Zhao Zhen away, and helped Wen Yingying to lie down again.

Zhao Zhen reacted, and his face immediately became ugly, but before he could speak, Ying Xiaochuan reprimanded him sternly: "There is a slap-sized wound on her chest, the bleeding that was finally stopped just now, you just pulled it, and the wound had to burst again." ”

"How do you know she has a wound on her chest? have you seen it?" shouted Zhao Zhen.

Ying Xiaochuan didn't want to say more, but he was a little angry by his words, so he got up and smiled faintly at him, and said, "What if you don't treat the wound?"

"You!" Zhao Zhen glared at Ying Xiaochuan, eager to eat him.

At this time, Ying Xiaochuan was basically sure that this man was interested in Wen Yingying.

"Senior brother, I'm fine, Mr. Ying is also kind. Wen Yingying said in a weak voice.

Her original intention was to ease the atmosphere, but as soon as she said this, she achieved the effect of adding fuel to the fire.

Looking at Zhao Zhen's angry look, Ying Xiaochuan sneered in his heart, turned back to Wen Yingying and said, "You lie down, don't let people touch you, I'll let the red envelope come." ”

Wen Yingying nodded.

Ying Xiaochuan walked out of the door, and after a while, he brought back a red envelope with a hache and rubbing his eyes.

"Alright, alright, don't sleep. Ying Xiaochuan patted the red envelope's head, pointed to Wen Yingying on the bed and said, "You go over and help my sister see the situation." ”

The red envelope glanced at Wen Yingying, and immediately exclaimed, "Mom, why did your wound crack open again." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhen's attention fell on the red envelope.

Wen Yingying was covered with a quilt, and it stands to reason that she couldn't see anything, but this kid could see it at a glance, and his eyes were so vicious.

The red envelope slipped down from Ying Xiaochuan's body, walked to Wen Yingying, stared at the wound on her chest, shook her head and said: "Originally, if you sleep and rest for a night, you can almost be fine, but now the wound has been torn open by brute force, there is no way, there is really no way." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid, what do you mean there's no way?" Zhao Zhen reprimanded.

Ying Xiaochuan rubbed the red envelope's head and said, "Red envelope, you can talk to your sister well." ”

"There's no way, I can only sacrifice myself, who made you my daddy's good friend?"

The red envelope sighed, stretched out two little hands, one little finger transformed into a small branch, and lightly scratched the fingers of the other little hand.

A wound appears on the finger.

What was squeezed out was not blood, but crystal clear dewdrops, she reached out and handed it to Wen Yingying's mouth, squeezing out and dripping on her lips.

One drop.

Two drops.

She quickly retracted her hand, carefully stroking her wounds, and looked at Wen Yingying with a reluctant look.

Wen Yingying licked her lower lip, and the fragrance of a mouthful of wood branches overflowed her mouth, lips and tongue, and at the same time, she felt that the wounds on her body were also healing rapidly.

"Am I all right?" Wen Yingying lifted the futon on her body, stood up, and circled around the spot twice.

Holding his chest, he looked at Ying Xiaochuan and the red envelope, and muttered, "I don't hurt anymore." ”

Ying Xiaochuan also looked at her with some surprise.

The red envelope looked at Daddy, and then at Wen Yingying, snorted suddenly, and buried his mouth between Ying Xiaochuan's legs.

The strength in her body was slowly wearing, and she was going to bury herself in the earth for another night.

She didn't like that black winter place anymore.

That's not two drops of blood.

It's her twenty years of spiritual power.

The red envelope snorted in her heart again, if it weren't for Daddy, she wouldn't be willing to give it!

Sensing that the red envelope was losing its strength, Ying Xiaochuan contacted the cause and effect, and vaguely guessed that the red envelope must have sacrificed something in order to make Wen Yingying get better so quickly.

So he reached out and hugged the red envelope into his arms, the red envelope tilted its head, and leaned on his neck without strength.

"Am I alright?" asked Wen Yingying.

Ying Xiaochuan smiled: "Well, you have recovered." ”

"That's great, it's amazing. Wen Yingying couldn't hide the joy on her face.

Zhao Zhen witnessed their interaction from beginning to end, his face changed and changed, his eyes swept over the red envelope, and fell on Wen Yingying's face.

I felt that the smile on her face was inexplicably dazzling.

"Senior sister!"

Wen Yingying woke up like a dream and looked at Zhao Zhen: "Huh?"

Zhao Zhen endured his temper and said, "It's time for us to go, the head is still waiting for us to report the situation." ”

"That's good. Wen Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ying Xiaochuan again: "I have to go." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Thank you. She said with some embarrassment.

Ying Xiaochuan's eyes flowed with a smile: "If you really want to thank me, show some sincerity." ”

Wen Yingying blinked: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Really, I'll explain it to you next time. ”

"Senior sister!" Zhao Zhen's tone could not hide his anger. If anyone pays attention to the expression on his face at this moment, they will find that his face is full of anger and his eyes are even more murderous.

"Then I'm leaving. ”

"Let's go, I'll send you down. ”

"Hmm. ”

It's a pity that from beginning to end, no one looked at him at all, let alone paid attention to his emotions.

Wen Yingying walked downstairs, Ying Xiaochuan walked beside her, accompanied by Zhao Zhenqiang endured his temper and went downstairs in anger.

After a while, the people at the Butterfly Gate were gone.

Ying Xiaochuan's expression looked a little stunned, Li Mian walked over, lowered his head and rubbed his nose and shouted, "Ride." ”

"Hmm, what did you say?" Ying Xiaochuan returned to his senses slightly.

Li Mianqiang couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Do you like the cherry blossoms above?"

"What nonsense. Ying Xiaochuan denied it.

"If you don't like people, why do you look reluctant?"

"Am I in love?"

"Or what's written on your face?"

"I'm worried that Zhao Zhen's kid won't cause us other trouble. Ying Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you more, anyway, it's enough for me to worry about this matter by myself." ”

After saying that, he pedaled upstairs.

……

At the same time, the other side.

After Zhao Zhen took Wen Yingying and left halfway up the mountain, he did not return to Hongxiang Pavilion. The car drove all the way to the edge of the city.

I drove into an old forest, and then the car was gone.

After a while, the vehicle reappeared in front of a huge mansion.