Sov threw the bloody shirt into the black's hand and quickly followed.

Stumbling to keep up with Shangguan Ling's pace, Jiang Chuan opened the car door for him.

The man with a long body bent over the car, and Jiang Chuan's eyes were about to close the door.

Like a slippery little loach, Sov got into it and sat down.

Egawa: "......"

On the way back to the manor, Shangguan Ling didn't say a word.

Su Fu knew that she had him off this time, so she was also trying to reduce her presence.

She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head to the side, and watched the rapidly receding scene.

My brain was a little drowsy......

…………

Shen Ruoxi was holding a rag and wiping the expensive decorative enamel that was one person high.

She was absent-minded, all she was thinking about was Shangguan Ling, what did she have to do to make him change his mind?

While he was thinking wildly, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the door of the hall.

She turned her head suddenly, and her gaze fell on the face of Shangguan Ling, who was the leader, and she was overjoyed, "Shangguan ......"

The voice faded into weakness.

The joy in his eyes was instantly annihilated at that moment.

Shangguan Ling ** leaned on her upper body, holding the little madman with blood on her face and hands in her arms, her head tilted to the side, and she was already unconscious.

"Jiang Chuan, call the doctor, quickly!"

Jiang Chuan, who was named, immediately came to the landline, picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of the infirmary.

Shangguan Ling hugged the little madman and walked upstairs quickly.

Shen Ruoxi clenched the rag in his hand, and the blood faded from his face......

He...... Why hold the little madman?

Why are you holding that ugly bastard?

Throwing down the rag, she reluctantly followed.

In Shangguan Ling's bedroom, he lay Su Fu on the bed, not caring about whether the blood on her hands would stain his silk quilt and sheets.

Isn't he clean?

Shen Ruoxi stepped forward quickly and came to Shangguan Ling, with an anxious and worried face: "Shangguan, what's wrong with you?" Have you ever been injured? ”

Her hand grabbed his arm beyond the norm, and her eyes looked up and down on him in a panic.

"Let it go!" Shangguan Ling's face was gloomy, "Who allowed you to touch me?" ”

Shen Ruoxi's heart trembled, her breathing was suffocated, and the dull pain began to spread from the tip of her heart to her limbs.

Even the breathing hurts like a knife.

She slowly let go of her hand, her eyes were red with grievance, tears overflowed her eyes, she bit her lip, and couldn't understand why an ugly woman could make him care so much.

On the other hand, she he once liked, but he ignored her repeatedly.

What is she?

What is a little madman?

The doctor came quickly, and Jiang Chuan was the first to step into the bedroom, "Young master, the doctor is here." ”

Shangguan Ling pushed away Shen Ruoxi, who was blocking in front of him, with one hand, he frowned, "Quickly check the little madman to see if he has lost too much blood." ”

When she caught up from the hallway, blood flowed from her hands.

At that time, I was only angry and didn't stop her bleeding in time.

Unexpectedly, this madman was also pitifully stupid, and he completely ignored his own injuries, and there was no first aid at all.

The doctor came to the bedside, opened the medicine box, and cleaned the wound of her wound first.

Disinfection and medicine, the action is smooth, busy and not panicked.

After some examination, the little madman was just fainting from exhaustion, and there was no danger of excessive blood loss.

After treating the wound, the doctor withdrew.

Shangguan Ling turned around and was about to go into the bathroom to take a bath, when he saw Shen Ruoxi, who was still here.