(Cat flutter Chinese) "Who? What do you mean? I was in such a hurry this time that I didn't bother to call her, and she was airsick and didn't want to take her. Jian Qing sanitized Jing Mohao and said casually.

Jing Mohao's fingertips wrapped around a strand of Luo Xi's hair hanging down on his shoulder, and mended the knife at will, "It's really ruthless." ”

“……”

What the hell!

He said they weren't like that anymore!

But when he heard him say this, he had the feeling that a crow fell on a pig, and he couldn't see his own black when he saw that others were black......

As if he was so good to Luoxi...

Jian Qing held her breath and wrapped five or six circles of thick gauze around Jing Mohao's arm, and finally tied him a beautiful bow very skillfully.

Jing Mohao was immersed in Luo Xi's shyness just now, and when he turned around, he saw that his arm was wrapped into a gift box, and his face turned black in an instant.

"Jian Qing! Am I crippled? ”

A small injury that can be solved with two band-aids makes him wrap like a plaster cast and a steel nail!

Luo Xi glanced at it, burst out laughing, and raised his hand to pull up the bow tied by Jian Qing, "Wow, Jian Qing, you are so skillful!" ”

Jing Mohao saw the bow, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows, just wanted to be modest, but Jing Mohao poured a basin of cold water on her head, "Women can do such ingenious things!" ”

"Haha-" Luo Xi laughed out loud unkindly.

Depend on!

Jian Qing couldn't help but get angry, he kindly tied a good-looking knot for him to make him feel better, but he was ridiculed for this virtue by a play by this husband and wife......

"You two just bully me, I'm leaving." Jian Qing blocked her breath and walked out.

It must be himself who is hurt with them...

Although Luo Xi is not here, it is himself who is injured, but it is extremely uncomfortable to watch Jing Mohao and others bully him!

It just feels... I feel like the flowers in my own field have run into other people's flower baskets...

How is this metaphor so strange...

He actually compared Jing Mohao to a flower?

It must be a huge overlord flower...

Even if he is a flower, he is not willing to be his fertilizer!

What a mess, why did he compete with a nonsensical metaphor that popped up with himself...

"Learn how to be a man in the past two days!" Jing Mohao reminded him with a little deep meaning behind him.

Jian Qing turned around and glanced at him inexplicably, seeing that he had turned his gaze to Luoxi, and went out angrily.

Depend on! Suddenly, such a sentence is simply unreasonable!

He was originally a man, so why should he learn?

…………

When Jian Qing closed the door and went out, the room suddenly became extraordinarily quiet, and Luo Xi found that the embarrassment in her heart had attacked, and she didn't know how to get along with this man now......

Luo Xi looked at the gauze on his hand and muttered, "Jing Mohao, are you seriously injured?" ”

"You're only badly hurt!" Jing Mohao replied half-truthfully.

“……”

To die is to save face and suffer sin...

Jing Mohao saw her staring at her arm in a daze, and roared, "Luoxi, don't you lie down for me, you sit there and prepare to dye the sheets?" ”

“……”

So fierce... Friendship instantly drops to zero......

Luo Xi lay down, nestled into his arms, and wrapped his hands around his waist, Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Maybe she didn't know about her miscarriage, but her body's instinctive reaction to need soothing was beyond her control.

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