Seeing this, Wen Hao asked with a worried face, "Young Master, is there something uncomfortable?" ”

Jian Junxi let out a long sigh of decadence, and said in a dumb voice: "Don't tell my mother about this matter......"

"Oh......" Wen Hao nodded thoughtfully, and then as if he thought of something, he asked lightly, "What if Mr. asks?" ”

Jian Junxi's empty eyes flashed slightly, like thousands of stars reflected in the water, with full confusion, and said lightly: "I will talk to him......"

"Oh...... Young master, do you really want to marry her? Wen Hao couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jian Junxi's expression was slightly stunned, his thin lips were pursed, his hands were inserted into his trousers, and he walked forward slowly, without answering, Wen Hao sighed helplessly and followed.

In the car, Mo Ranyue hugged Jian Junxi's arm tightly, like a small animal that had been extremely frightened, and her eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

Jian Junxi stretched out his hand and took her in his arms, the carriage was very depressing, and even the air seemed to become very thin.

Wen Hao looked embarrassed, turned his head to Jian Junxi and asked, "Young Master, where are you going?" ”

"Wan Ting ......" Jian Junxi's eyes skimmed out of the window.

When Leng Qing arrived with people, he just saw them leave, and a touch of complexity flashed under his dark eyes.

After arriving at the villa, Ouyang Yi took out the key from his house, opened the door of No. 88, and turned on the light in the living room again, Jian Junxi frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't there a servant?" ”

Mo Ranyue whispered in her arms: "They arranged it for me, I'm not used to living with strangers, so I refused......"

Jian Junxi lifted his eyes, turned his head and asked lightly, "Wen Hao, do you have any trauma medicine?" ”

"I've got it in my bag, I'm in the car, I'll get ......" he said and went out.

Ouyang Yi looked at her with a sad face, the heart in his chest was like countless ants biting, faintly painful, his thin lips were pursed, and he hung his head and walked in the direction of the sofa.

Jian Junxi went directly to the second floor with Mo Ranyue in her arms, gently put her on the bed, Wen Hao sent in a small medicine box, and squatted down to prepare to bandage Mo Ranyue.

And when Mo Ranyue saw that he was about to touch herself, she immediately rolled on the bed, curled up in the corner, and stared at him with a horrified face, the tears in her eyes were like dark clouds, ready to pour rain at any time.

After Jian Junxi saw it, he took the medicine box and said helplessly: "I'll come, you go and deal with other things......

Wen Hao saw that she was tired and a little unbearable, but Mo Ranyue rejected him so much, he frowned slightly, and replied in a deep voice: "It's ......."

After going out and closing the door by the way, Jian Junxi went to fetch a basin of water first, untied the cuffs, and pulled up the black shirt, revealing her slender, but scarred arms.

He whispered to her, "Come here, I'll help you take care of your wounds." ”

Mo Ranyue moved to the side of the bed little by little, stretched out her feet, Jian Junxi gently helped her clean, and after washing, she put a towel on her lap.

Carefully put her feet on her legs, looked down at the wound on the center of her foot, took out the disinfectant potion, and said softly: "You bear with it, it may hurt a little......"

didn't hear her answer, Jian Jun looked up suddenly, and saw Mo Ranyue looking at her with tears streaming down her face, she was shocked, and persuaded in a dumb voice: "Don't think about those things, okay?" ”

Mo Ranyue looked at her hands, her heart ached like a knife, and she cried and asked, "Do your hands still hurt?" ”

Jian Junxi lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, only then did she understand that she was sad for herself, her thin lips pulled out a touch of bitterness, and said helplessly: "It doesn't hurt, don't cry, girls won't be beautiful if they cry too much......"

(End of chapter)