He Mingchen looked at Jing Weiwei, his eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, but he didn't speak. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jing Weiwei turned to smile politely at everyone.

"Everyone is gone, Lawyer He is injured, I will take him to treat the wound first. ”

was injured, and He Mingchen felt a stinging pain on his face and a burning pain in his chest.

Soon, the pain was replaced by the soft touch of the hand.

He bowed his head, and the woman's hands were slender and white, soft, and seemed to have a kind of magic that warmed people's hearts.

Jing Weiwei held He Mingchen, she could imagine He Mingchen like a marionette, obediently repeating her steps step by step, her mood couldn't help but soar, and she quickened her pace.

He Mingchen hoped for a moment that they would just go on like this and not stop. Take him wherever she goes, don't let go suddenly, don't leave suddenly, don't lose sight.

When she arrived at the huge atrium, Jing Weiwei stopped and turned around, pushed Lawyer He to sit on the bench, pressed his shoulder, and lowered her head to meet Lawyer He's eyes.

"I'll go find the medicine kit, you're waiting for me here. ”

After speaking, she turned around, and at the moment when she was about to take a step, He Mingchen's hand was faster than her brain, and she reflexively grabbed Jing Weiwei's hand.

"Mingchen, what's wrong?" she asked.

"No, you go. "I let go very quickly.

After Jing Weiwei left, He Mingchen looked at his slightly trembling hands, as if he was still nostalgic for her temperature.

Soon, Jing Weiwei returned with a white medicine kit. She sat down next to He Mingchen and opened the medicine box. Dismantled the cotton swab and dipped it in alcohol, before turning his attention to He Mingchen's wound.

He Mingchen had three nail scratches on his face, which were bloodshot.

Jing Weiwei glared at He Mingchen in disgust,

"Why don't you know how to hide, you can't dodge and push her away, you call it legitimate defense, do you understand. He Mingchen, do you say you're stupid・・・・・・"

Although Jing Weiwei said this, the movements of her subordinates were even more relaxed, and her eyes seemed to be soft and indulging He Mingchen.

Why didn't she know about him, although he was cold, he was very tolerant of children and women. Not counted.

is such a man that Jing Weiwei will never forget.

He Mingchen looked at her low-hanging eyelashes like cicada wings, her red lips kept opening and closing temptingly, and her little pink tongue loomed in it. The lights of the atrium ceiling hit her hair, her face, her hands.

She is more beautiful than she was three years ago, and she makes him more tempted.