"In that case, then this palace will help you kill Jing Che's unfilial son! ”

“……”

Jing Yiren shook his hand, shook off Jing Dezheng's hand, and left the ...... with Lu Ming.

Leaving the ward, Lu Ming was still not at ease, and took Jingyi people to do a full body examination.

I'm afraid there's something wrong with her.

After checking, Jingyi people didn't have anything to do except for a little skin on their elbows and ankles!

It was probably Jing Xi who accidentally wiped her on the floor when she pushed her down.

Lu Ming personally smeared disinfectant on her and put a band-aid on her.

He moved softly and cautiously, as if he were afraid of hurting her.

Obviously, the wound was negligible, and Lu Ming's actions to help her deal with it were so serious.

Dealing with his elbows, Lu Ming squatted in front of her, dragged her shoes, and put his feet on his knees.

Disinfect the ankle with a cotton swab with iodine first, and then carefully apply a band-aid.

Looking at Lu Ming's powerful arms that rolled up his sleeves, his well-defined hands, and his careful movements, Jing Yi's heart palpitated.

When Jing Yiren looked at the two tooth marks on his index knuckles, which had been healing for a long time and still had these faint scars, his heart twitched suddenly.

remembered that she was sick at that time, Lu Ming took care of her, and was bitten by her.

She didn't remember it at the time, but it took many days for her to remember it afterwards.

She had never helped him deal with it, but every time she had a small injury, Lu Ming would frown, worrying and carefully helping her deal with it.

Thinking about it, Jingyi people felt that they had never done anything for Lu Ming.

He has been raising her, providing her with school, and serving her like a princess.

As long as someone bullies her a little, Lu Ming will never let that person go, and she bullies anyone casually, Lu Ming will help her.

Lu Ming helped her put on her shoes and raised his eyes to meet her soft gaze. Smiled at her.

Jing Yiren bit his lower lip, looked at him fixedly, hesitated for a few seconds and asked something that he felt was extremely idiotic.

"Uncle! Do your hands still hurt? ”

"......" Lu Ming's expression was abrupt, his heart was indeed inexplicably warm, and he lowered his eyes to look at his index knuckle.

Bent and moved his fingers: "It's all right!" It doesn't hurt! ”

"......" but she was a little distressed.

Jing Yiren hesitated for a few seconds, and was bold.

Suddenly stretched out his little hand, picked up the handsome face in front of him, closed his eyes, and his soft lips imprinted on his lips.

"......" Lu Ming's eyes shrank suddenly.

Gasped in disbelief.

The soft touch made his heart throb suddenly.

Just as Jing Yiren withdrew the kiss, Lu Ming deepened her ....... Because Jing Xi saved Jing Yiren, out of gratitude, Lu Ming stopped all media reports.

No one in the outside world knew about Kyung-hee's injury.

As for Jing Che, Lu Ming won't just forget it.

No matter where he runs, he has to find him ...... when he digs three feet into the ground.

The night is deep, and the Xintiandi nightclub is as crowded and lively as day.

The music is deafening, with handsome men, banshees, and a hot dance on the dance floor.

In one of the private rooms on the second floor, Jing Che was drunk inside.

His misty eyes looked at the room, the dim but brilliant revolving lights, red, yellow, blue, and green slowly swept over his body and face one by one.

The fat and thin beauties around him accompanied him.

Some fed him wine, others fed him fruit.

Imperial-level enjoyment.