"How thanks?"

Zhan Xiaocheng came and raised his eyebrows with interest.

This sentence carried a hint of sadism, Ruan Qinghua bit his lip in annoyance, looked at his cold face, and his eyelashes trembled: "Before, I helped you deal with the wound, and I also helped you, and we were even......

"Flat?" Zhan Xiaocheng hooked his lower lip, stood up with the girl in his arms, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows, "You are quite good at settling accounts." ”

"You let me go down......"

Being held so intimately by him, Ruan Qinghua was startled, shouted in a low voice, and slapped his little hand on him a few times.

But it happened to hit him in the wound.

Hearing him snort, it seemed to hurt.

Ruan Qinghua thought of something at this time, looked at him frowning and his face turned pale, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Seven, how is your injury, the wound can't be wet, I ......"

"It's noisy!" Zhan Xiaocheng lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and whispered irritably: "I can't die."

"You ......"

Ruan Qinghua pouted and glared at him in annoyance, as if he was losing his temper.

All the way back to the room, it was very quiet.

Zhan Xiaocheng threw the girl on the bed lightly and heavily, with an impatient expression, "Take a shower and change your clothes, and then get out!" ”

After speaking, Zhan Xiaocheng was just about to turn around, but Ruan Qinghua suddenly got up.

Raising his hand, he ripped off his soaked bathrobe.

This is the second time that a girl has stripped off her bathrobe, and Zhan Xiaocheng's face instantly became gloomy.

Ruan Qinghua ignored the anger on his face, staring at the red blood stains stained on the gauze wrapped around the man's waist and abdomen under the bathrobe.

Guilt ran rampant in every corner of my heart, my eyes turned red, and my voice was choked with a hint of choking, "I'll treat your wounds now." ”

After speaking, Ruan Qinghua jumped out of bed and was about to get the medicine box, when his wrist was grabbed by Zhan Xiaocheng.

He stared at the girl's wet appearance as if she was about to cry at any moment, and frowned, "You are not needed here." ”

Ruan Qinghua broke away from his hand, "When I finish dealing with your injuries, I'll get out immediately, and I will definitely not get in the way of your eyes again." ”

Zhan Xiaocheng's brows furrowed even tighter.

This girl acted decisively, how could she look like a teenager?

Seeing Ruan Qinghua coming over with a medicine box, he sat beside him, untied the gauze quickly, cleaned the wound, changed the dressing, and did it in one go.

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at her with a little more doubt.

"What is the purpose of your interest in me?"

Zhan Xiaocheng stared at the girl's wet hair and asked a very direct question.

Ruan Qinghua's hand moved slightly, she raised her head, met the man's cold black eyes, her heart was sour, and she didn't speak for a long time.

In the previous life, she lost him, and in this life, she just wanted to do her best to make up for the debt to him.

After wrapping the bandage, Ruan Qinghua still told him uneasily: "The wound is likely to be infected, so let's go to the hospital."

Zhan Xiaocheng stood up, walked to the closet, took out a white shirt from the closet, threw it on Ruan Qinghua's head, and said in a cold tone: "This is not something you should worry about."

"But ......"

"I don't want to repeat my words a second time."

Ruan Qinghua deflated his little mouth.

This man's temper is still so arbitrary!

Clutching the well-textured men's shirt in his hand, Ruan Qinghua glanced down at himself.

Suddenly, his face turned red.

The clothes were soaked and clinging to the body, and the inner corset was clearly exposed, and the more lined girl's body was curvy.

She hurriedly tugged her shirt into her arms and hurried to the bathroom.

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at her flustered little appearance, hooked his lower lip, and took a nightgown from the wardrobe to change into.

Ding.

It is a mobile phone SMS prompt tone.