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The man pointed at Yao Rong in disbelief, clutching his throat, blood gushing out, and whispered, "You, you, you're not... Blind ....."

Zhuo turned around, jumped over, and stabbed him in the back with a dagger.

He picked up the gun, eliminated the two in the back, helped Yao Rong and turned forward, and the truck hit the telephone pole and stopped on the side of the road.

"Dead. Zhuo reached out and touched the driver's nose and found that he was not breathing.

Zhuo Song dragged him out of the car, helped Yao Rong into the driver's seat, and although he was injured, he drove in pain and returned to the apartment.

"Young Master. The bodyguards stepped forward, saw that Zhuo Song was injured, and wanted to help him, but Zhuo Song grabbed him, whispered a few words, and the bodyguards nodded and left in a hurry.

Yao Rong helped Zhuo Song and returned to the hall.

"Who the hell are these people, and why do you want your life?" asked Yao Rong in a low voice, but he was not idle, and ran to get the medicine box.

Got scissors and cut his trousers open, watching as the bullet was embedded in his leg, blood oozing from all sides.

"Do you want to let Wenshui come over?" Yao Rong asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Zhen leaned there, reached out to grab something, took the towel and stuffed it in his mouth, without thinking about it, the tool poked at his leg, he endured the pain and forcibly pulled out the bullet.

Simple, crude explosion, the moment the bullet is pulled out, blood splatters.

Yao Rong's face was splashed with blood, her tears welled up, she reached out to cover it, grabbed the medicine, cleaned the wound for him, wiped it, and applied the medicine for him.

With a "bang", the pliers in Zhuo Song's hand fell on the marble floor.

He looked at Yao Rong in a daze, looked at her beautiful little hands, and applied medicine to his legs, every detail was done very well, and Zhuo Song's throat moved.

"Yao Rong......" Zhuo Song stared at her deeply as if he had lost his soul.

After Yao Rong finished treating his wounds, looking at Zhuo Song's masculine face, staring at her like a fool, Yao Rong asked very puzzledly, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Zhuo swallowed his saliva, grabbed the armrest of the sofa with his hand, and held it hard.

"My throat is uncomfortable, can you pour me a glass of water?" Zhuo Song said in a deep voice.

Yao Rong listened, she turned around and poured a glass of water for him and handed it to Zhuo Song.

Zhuo Song took the water and stared at Yao Rong for a long time, he got up, supported himself to get up, walked towards the bedroom, and pushed the door open.

"Is she ..... is there something wrong with my eyes?" Zhuo Song said in a deep voice.

He stood on the edge of the toilet, solving the man's problem, looking in front of the mirror.

"Wow" The door of the bathroom was pushed open, Zhuo Song had not finished solving it, hearing the sound of pushing the door, he subconsciously moved his body, and Yao Rong had come to him.

She looked at the edge of the toilet, frowned, and whispered, "Your legs are inconvenient, I'll help you." ”

"Pee, it's not good to get on! Yao Rong frowned, blaming him as he took the tissue and wiped the edges.

Zhuo Song listened, quickly reached out and covered his body.

He decisively pulled his pants, embarrassed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that he was delusional, he was helped out by her, Zhuo Song pointed outside, and said, "Yao Rong, can you help me to the yard?"

"Good. Yao Rong thought about it for a few seconds, thinking that he was in trouble, so he helped him out.

Zhuo Song stretched out his hand, held the pillar, pointed to the front and said, "The peach tree is bearing fruit, can you go and pick two for me?"

Yao Rong raised his eyes, looked at Zhuo Song coldly, reached out and touched his forehead, afraid that his brain would be broken and he would pick peaches in the middle of the night?

And, the peaches haven't been growing for a few days, and they're not ripe yet?