Chu Yixing put away her phone and was about to leave, but Chu Ruotong blocked her way again.

The cold eyes scraped over, and the voice was cold: "Get out of the way!" ”

As if deliberately trying to go against her, Chu Ruotong not only didn't let go, but said proudly: "Don't let it, unless you get under my crotch." ”

The words fell, and the smile was full of provocation.

"Chu Ruotong, I think you're getting more and more cheap!"

Chu Yixing stepped forward and quickly slapped Chu Ruotong's chest, didn't bother to smash his fist, raised his leg and struck hard at the sensitive area below, directly knocking the person to the ground.

The leg lift was a fatal blow.

Chu Ruotong covered the place below him, wailing in pain, but he could only stare at Chu Yixing's back with red eyes.

Why is Chu Yixing, who was abolished by her, not only not disabled, but also able to defend himself?

Why did Chu Yixing not only not die, but became stronger after coming back?

Why is this happening?

*

Chu Yixing left the Chu headquarters and stopped the car casually, and rushed to the Si family's old mansion at high speed.

After getting out of the car, she ran into the house.

Coincidentally, she almost bumped into Kan Subing, who was gossipy, and she ignored it and went upstairs.

Kan Subing was dissatisfied with being ignored, and snorted coldly: "Wild girl, there is no politeness at all, she is in such a hurry to be reincarnated!" ”

However, there was nothing else that responded to her except Chu Yixing's back.

She was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot, and she was very depressed.

Chu Yixing pushed the door and rushed into the room, his expression nervous on the pair of deep eyes mixed with calm.

The calmer she was, the more unsettling she became.

Chu Yixing: "Where is the wound?" ”

Si Nanting: "Back." ”

The expression on her face turned serious and focused for a second, and she said, "Take off your shirt." ”

Si Nanting sat in front of her, his eyes looked directly at her, and he neatly took off his dark gray coat, which was a thin white T-shirt, wet and close to his body, and the bright red blood was shocking.

Chu Yixing stood in place, staring at the large scarlet on his back, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

The next second.

The action was extremely rough, and he tore off the white T-shirt and threw it aside.

Xizhou, who had no sense of existence on the side, was stunned, and his face turned red when he rubbed the ground.

His sister-in-law is too individual, right?

The action of tearing clothes is simply handsome.

No wonder, his second brother likes it.

At this time.

Sinan Ting's wet upper body, the muscles are tight, the lines are smooth and sexy, and the blood slowly slides down his back and bones, hiding in the mysterious area of the trousers, which makes people think about it.

Chu Yixing swallowed slightly and took a deep breath.

Si Nanting pulled the corners of his mouth very lightly, turned around and lay on the bed, being a very cooperative wounded.

Xizhou brought the medicine box in front of Chu Yixing, and the very acquaintance withdrew from the room.

The moment the door closes.

Chu Yixing stroked the bullet port on his back, and the body that had just touched him suddenly shrank.

Through the warm skin, the strength of the back muscles transmitted to her fingertips and reached her heart.

Just for a moment.

Her heart tingled uncomfortably.

She allowed herself to retract her thoughts and picked up the surgical forceps and alcohol: "Are you sure you don't need anesthesia to take it out directly?" ”

He buried his head and snorted softly, "Hmm." ”

Sterilize the bullets, and then sterilize the stitches, this pain is the pain of cutting meat.

It hurts a lot, it hurts.

Chu Yixing didn't persuade much, and began to perform simple bullet removal surgery.

The scalpel cut open the wound with a knife, the tweezers took the bullet inch by inch, and the muscles in his back trembled slightly from the pain and crashed into her heart along the scalpel and tweezers.

Trembling, trembling, trembling.

It was as if he was walking barefoot on the edge of a sharp knife, and every step was a clear reminder of how much pain he had.