Xia Xing pulled up Zhao Xiaoying's hands covering his knees, the scene in front of him really startled him, Zhao Xiaoying's men were bright red, I don't know how many shards were pierced on their knees, and their pants were already stained red by the blood that flowed out.

"You stupid woman, why are you so ......careless" Xia Xing couldn't care about Zhao Xiaoying's attitude at the moment, blamed fiercely, frowned and carefully rolled up Zhao Xiaoying's house pants.

However, when it was rolled to his knees, Xia Xing frowned again, and Zhao Xiaoying's body trembled uncontrollably with pain.

Xia Xing took out an alcohol cotton pad, dipped it in a little alcohol, looked at Zhao Xiaoying's eyes and said, "Bear with it." ”

"Hmm. Zhao Xiaoying nodded forcefully, biting her lip hard, her face was full of tears, in fact, only she knew in her heart that these tears were not all because of pain, but also grievances, if it weren't for Xia Xing, she wouldn't have cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, let alone this kind of thing, and now she thinks that the culprit of all this is Xia Xing.

"It's fine. Xia Xing quickly determined the injury in Zhao Xiaoying's knee, and finally let out a sigh.

There were only two small wounds, and it was only because there was a shard on one of them that caused so much blood to flow, but it was fine.

Xia Xing carefully pinched out the fragments with tweezers, strange that Zhao Xiaoying didn't snort, looked up, but found that Zhao Xiaoying's pretty face had lost its blood color at this moment, but she bit her lip vigorously to prevent herself from making a sound.

Xia Xing admired this stubborn woman a little in his heart, for Xia Xing, this injury was nothing, but it was not a trivial matter for a pampered eldest lady like Zhao Xiaoying, and it was really a miracle that Zhao Xiaoying was able to endure and keep silent.

Although the wound was not big, but because of the splinters, Xia Xing handled it very carefully, for fear that he would accidentally hurt Zhao Xiaoying, even so, Zhao Xiaoying's body still trembled uncontrollably several times because of the severe pain, but he never made a sound.

After Xia Xing treated the wound, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, although it was not him, but he was more tired than Zhao Xiaoying, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

Xia Xing sat on the sofa, took a sip of the water cup, and said, "The wound is fine, you don't need to go to the hospital, it should heal soon." ”

Zhao Xiaoying didn't speak, after treatment, there was only a little pain in the wound, she looked down at the bandage on her knee, and the picture of Xia Xing's skillful treatment of the wound just now came to mind, and she looked at Xia Xing suspiciously, and suddenly thought of what Guo Jia had said, Xia Xing is a mystery, he has been pretending to be himself now, and he is not the real him.

Xia Xing smiled evilly: "Hehe, wife, why are you looking at me like this, you won't be moved by what I just did, right?"

"Xia Xing, what kind of person are you?" Zhao Xiaoying suddenly asked.

"What kind of person?" Xia Xing leaned lazily on the sofa, squinting at a feminine wife in front of him.

Zhao Xiaoying asked: "You know how to cook, you are good at it, and you are so skilled in treating wounds just now." Xia Xing, what did you do before, why are you so good at so many things. ”

She suddenly wanted to know what the real Xia Xing was like, she had never thought that she would be curious about Xia Xing one day, but now she was very eager to know the answer.

"Hahaha, Zhao Da Mei also has times when she is curious about me, what's so strange about this, it's all a normal thing, and most people will do it. Xia Xing smiled, but a trace of imperceptible bitterness flashed in his eyes.

After listening to Xia Xing's answer, Zhao Xiaoying nodded and continued to ask persistently, "Then what did you do before?"

"Didn't you already know that? I used to be a soldier, but I was fired from the army because of my bad performance. Xia Xing was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

Zhao Xiaoying looked at him quietly and asked, "Is this really the case?"

"What? you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, you can ask our grandfather, he shouldn't lie to you, right?"

Zhao Xiaoying nodded calmly: "Even if you have been a soldier before, I remember that you have only been a soldier for more than a year, and there will be nearly two years to come, what are you doing during that time?"

"I'm idle, I'm lazy, I occasionally go to bars and nightclubs or something, hey, my wife, why don't you listen, where are you going?"

"I'm sleepy, let's go rest first, you clean up the battlefield. Zhao Xiaoying limped into the bedroom, her face was a little cold, every time she talked about serious things, Xia Xing always used this kind of words to perfunctory herself.

Xia Xing smiled bitterly: "This woman ......"

At the moment when Zhao Xiaoying's bedroom door closed, Xia Xing's face instantly turned pale, not only pale but also with a trace of hideous anger, like a beast that fell into madness but was extremely depressed.

What have you done in the past year or so? Xia Xing sneered self-deprecatingly, no one knew what he had done.

Xia Xing glanced at Zhao Xiaoying's bedroom with complicated eyes, stood up, and did not clean up the crumbs in the kitchen, but resolutely opened the door and left the house. He and Zhao Xiaoying are not people of the same world after all, and there are many things that they want to say but can't.

Xia Xing went downstairs and called a taxi and left the community.

Zhao Xiaoying stood on the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor, and did not leave until long after Xia Xing left. "Xia Xing, what kind of person are you, what are you hiding from me, why can't you even tell me?" Zhao Xiaoying muttered and looked out the window.

In a detached villa, there was a violent wheezing sound, and any man could guess what was going on in the villa, and on this night, this stiffness undoubtedly made the night even more blurry.

Finally, the voices in the villa were heard, and only the occasional gasp came from inside.

But at this moment, a woman's exclamation suddenly came from the villa: "You, you are still ......"

In the spacious bedroom, Xia Xing leaned lazily on the head of the bed, holding a lit cigarette in his mouth, his face was calm, and his eyes did not have the previous madness, but instead there was a blurry profundity, as if he had seen through the void.

The young woman's whole body was sore, and she felt something she had never felt before.

Xia Xing finished smoking a cigarette and got a little more, his eyes became more deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Who the hell are you?"

The young woman curled up, with a deep unease in her eyes, and her intuition told her that the man in front of her was not an ordinary killer, and there seemed to be a fog on him that made it impossible to see clearly.

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