Chapter 61: His Wounds
He lied, he was lying to her.
He said that he would not leave her, why did he get engaged to Yang Linlin, why did he disappear for a month, not a single phone call, not a single text message.
She was very worried, he had clearly said that no matter what happened, he would be by her side, why couldn't she find his person when she had an accident.
This month, she ate a cold boxed lunch in the crew, played the corpse of a dead man, played a maid, played an old lady, played a beggar, had nightmares alone, and was bullied by Liu Siqian and his agent, she was also smashed by his fiancΓ©e with money, and heard his mother say that the two of them were going to get married.
Su Tao cried, Wenjiu is a big liar, she clearly said that she would take care of her, but she secretly left, and next year she said that she would protect her, but she could only protect herself.
"I don't want to like you anymore, you big villain."
Wen Jiu let Su Tao beat his chest, and the wounds on his body were faintly oozing out because of her beating.
Did she hit it painfully?
It doesn't hurt, it's all fake.
He knew she needed an outlet, and she must have been very sad when he wasn't there for a month, and she didn't know how many times she had secretly cried.
Wen Jiu's expressionless face had a hint of softness, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and countless stars seemed to be in his eyes.
Warm wine wears a white shirt
, The wound was simply bandaged with gauze, and after Su Tao's beating, the white shirt faintly saw blood stains.
Su Tao's hands felt a little wet, she looked over with teary eyes, and she screamed: "Wenjiu, are you stupid, you are injured, and you let me beat you." β
Su Tao cried and looked at his blood-stained white shirt, and saw him with a doting smile on his face, and the rest of the words could only be stuck in his throat.
Su Tao pulled the warm wine home, and a black figure in the corridor also left with a mobile phone.
When Su Tao closed the door, Wen Jiu felt that the whole room shook.
It was as if for the first time he had seen her angry.
Su Tao pulled warm wine into the room and pressed him on the sofa, "Don't move, I'll go find medicine." Su Tao said solemnly.
Wen Jiu sat on the sofa, his brows twisted, he was covered with whiplashes all over his body, and the wounds on his legs gradually cracked when he sat on the sofa like this.
He didn't let Su Tao know how this pain could be compared to her.
Su Tao rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the medicine box, but she couldn't find it in several places, she muttered eagerly: "Where is the medicine box!" Where is the medicine box? β
In a place where the warm wine could not be seen, tears kept flowing down.
"The medicine box is in the second compartment below the TV." Wenjiu said.
Su Tao wiped her tears and walked to Wen Jiu's side with the medicine box, she saw his shirt stained red with blood, and her hands trembled unnaturally.
The medicine box was found, but she didn't dare to undo his shirt.
Wen Jiu saw her hesitation, and he teased, "Momoko, if you don't help me deal with my wounds, I may bleed to death." β
Su Tao glared at him with teary eyes, "Don't talk about death." β
Su Tao stretched out her hand, her heart was like a knife, and her trembling hand slowly stretched out to him.
Unfastened the first button, the second button, and by the time the third button came her eyes narrowed.
Her voice trembled, "How... Got it? β
She just unbuttoned the two buttons, and saw the criss-crossing wounds, where did he go, how could there be so many wounds.