When Qiao Zixin saw He Mingyuan's terrifying eyes, he immediately stood up and prepared to leave. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

was frightened by He Mingyuan's voice, "Qiao Zixin, you dare to go and try,"

What the hell is this person going on? What the hell is he trying to do? Is it to let the family go, or to stay.

Qiao Zixin stood in place and looked at He Mingyuan suspiciously, He Mingyuan suddenly grabbed Qiao Zixin's wrist, and pulled Qiao Zixin over with a little force, and Qiao Zixin fell into He Mingyuan's arms steadily.

Before Qiao Zixin could react, He Mingyuan kissed him fiercely, and the arm holding Qiao Zixin became tighter and tighter, so that Qiao Zixin couldn't move. And he kissed slightly punitively, so that Qiao Zixin had no way to breathe, the force of his kiss increased, the more Qiao Zixin's lips hurt, and Qiao Zixin instinctively pushed He Mingyuan's chest.

And He Mingyue immediately let go of Qiao Zixin, leaning on the sofa, her expression was a little painful, and there was a slight cold sweat on her forehead.

And Qiao Zixin looked at He Mingyuan's expression, and it took him a long time to react, and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I forgot that you were injured, I'm sorry,"

He Mingyuan frowned, took a deep breath, and the heart-rending pain came from his chest.

Qiao Zixin suddenly panicked, "Mr. He, what should I do? Do you want me to call a doctor? Or call Sister Fang Di." ”

"It's okay, you can help me re-tie my wound. He Mingyuan endured the wound and said to Qiao Zixin very plainly. Qiao Zixin carefully took off He Mingyuan's coat, and saw that the white shirt on He Mingyuan's chest was stained red with blood.

Qiao Zixin began to feel guilty, if he hadn't pushed like that just now, the wound would no longer bleed.

Qiao Zixin was cleaning the wound on He Mingyuan's chest, and there were several knife wounds on He Mingyuan's chest, some of which were relatively deep, some of which were relatively shallow, and one of which was bleeding.

Qiao Zixin felt guilty and distressed when he saw it, and couldn't help crying again, and the tears of the bean kept hitting He Mingyuan's chest.

"Why are you crying again? Are you using your tears to clean my wounds? You don't know that tears are salty, do you know that you are sprinkling salt on my wounds?" He Mingyuan didn't want to see Qiao Zixin anymore, and cried for his worries, so he coaxed her to be happy.

As soon as Qiao Zixin heard He Mingyuan's words, he burst into tears and laughed, but he didn't expect He Mingyuan to make fun of himself.

Qiao Zixin wiped the tears on his face with his hand, "It's all my fault, if I hadn't pushed you, your wound wouldn't have bled out." ”

"It turns out that you are blaming yourself for this matter, so I can make up for the opportunity, how do you want to hear it?" The corners of He Mingyuan's mouth curled slightly, as if he was planning something.

"Whatever you want me to make up for you, I'll say yes. Qiao Zixin looked like he was listening.

"I think the wound is a little painful now, and it needs anesthetics," He Mingyuan said in a vague way.

Qiao Zixin listened first and then rummaged through the medicine box for a long time, but he didn't see the bottle with the word anesthetic.

Qiao Zixin turned around regretfully and looked at He Mingyuan. "No, I'll go to Sister Fang Di and ask. ”

"You don't have to go, you have it," He Mingyuan stared at Qiao Zixin, and Qiao Zixin's heart was furious.

"How can I have it on me," Qiao Zixin groped all over his pockets? Not at all, why would he say that? Could it be that when she was not paying attention, she stuffed it into her pocket, and she touched the pockets of her whole body again, or no.

Qiao Zixin spread his hands, "There really isn't"

"But when I first kissed you, I didn't feel pain,"

What does he mean? Qiao Zixin stared at He Mingyuan with wide eyes, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Your kiss is an anesthetic,"