Burst...

Song Ning was amused by the young man's expression, "Don't believe it? ”

"Do you want me to do the math for you? But I'm very expensive! ”

"But... May I? ”

The young man looked at Song Ning flattered, and his speech became stammering.

Song Ning's face is really good, with a goose egg face, peach blossom eyes, a small nose, and a cherry mouth, which is the appearance of traditional Chinese beauties.

Coupled with her slender, bumpy figure, and confident temperament, I don't know how eye-catching she is.

"But..."

"No, you can't!"

Chopper stood between the two with a sense of oppression.

He is tall and long-legged, about 1.8 meters, and his body muscles are smooth and natural, and he has no less training at first glance.

Standing next to the young man, enough to fit him, this is overwhelming!

"You weren't hurt just now, were you?"

Qiao Bo swore an oath and hugged Song Ning's shoulders meaningfully.

When facing Song Ning, Qiao Bo's cold temperament was retracted, and the whole person was a lot gentler.

"Hand pain..."

Song Ning pouted, tearfully showing Qiao Bo her red and swollen wrists.

Her skin is cold and white, and her body is usually raised by the Song family, and she is particularly conspicuous when she is injured.

The red and swollen piece on his wrist was like an ugly caterpillar, and Qiao Bo was distressed to death, even more painful than he had been seriously injured before.

Qiao Bo grabbed Song Ning's wrist, carefully lowered his head and blew, "Next time, don't be so stupid and arrest people yourself..."

She's hurt, and it's not him who gets hurt in the end!

"Not only does my wrist hurt, but my feet hurt too..."

"It's all your fault that you came too slowly..."

Song Ning pursed her lips, as if she was about to cry.

Somehow, she felt aggrieved as soon as she saw Qiao Bo!

Obviously, when she was alone before, she was also a strong woman.

It's been less than two days since I've known Qiao Bo, and I'm so dependent on him.

Sure enough, love corrupts people's willpower the most!

"Blame me! It's me who is not good..."

The green tendons on Qiao Bo's forehead are all popping up, is "Xiao Zuojing" going to feel sorry for him?

Just now when he saw the middle-aged woman trying to break free, he should have rushed to the side of "Xiao Zuojing" immediately...

The thief can still be caught if he runs away, but "Xiao Zuojing" is injured, and he really hates himself to death...

"Let's go to the hospital..."

"That's... I have medicine here to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis... I'll give it to you! ”

The shocking scar on Song Ning's wrist, the young man also saw it, and he felt old in his heart.

He suddenly thought that he still had a blood circulation and blood stasis cream in his pocket, so he immediately took it out.

Qiao Bo's face darkened, he really didn't want to be "Xiao Zuojing" to have anything to do with this person.

But the injury on the wrist of the "little master" can't be left untreated...

As soon as he thought of the "little master" smearing the medicine of a strange man on his hands, Qiao Bo's heart was like knocking over a vinegar jar, old and sour!

Song Ning leaned out from Qiao Bo's side, about to speak, but Qiao Bo took a step to the left with an expressionless face, once again blocking her tightly.

"Hey..."

Song Ning pushed Qiao Bo's chest dissatisfiedly, "You stand aside and block me from talking..."

Qiao Bo's face darkened, and he looked at her with a resentful expression, did he think he was an eyesore?

Women are really people who like the new and hate the old, they just flirted with him, and now they are looking at the "newcomer" again.

With the "new man", what he, the old man, thinks in his heart, is it not important?

Song Ning: "......"

What did she do?

As for looking at her with such eyes?

If God wants to punish her, come directly!

Instead of letting this handsome face she likes so much, make this resentful woman's expression!

She can't bear it...

The man's heart is really hard to guess!

"How much? I'll give it to you! ”

After Qiao Bo "killed" Song Ning with his eyes, he said to the young man angrily.

"Not much money! No need to give money..."

The young man hurriedly waved his hand, in fact, this ointment is not cheap, but...

"How much?"

Qiao Bo turned his face flat, the momentum on his body continued to rise, and the young man's swinging arm suddenly froze.

"One... One piece..."

Qiao Bo took out a dollar and handed it to the young man with an expressionless face, "Don't you want to leave?" Want to follow to the Public Security Bureau? ”

"Oh..."

The young man ran away like a rabbit, he was a "fallen master", but he didn't dare to go to the public security bureau, otherwise one (historical charges no longer exist) would have his hands.

When Song Ning testified against him just now, he was afraid that others would check his bag and find out that he was in the business of buying and selling, and arrest him and put him in the public security bureau.

His bag was also the goods he asked the driver to help bring, and he was afraid of injuring the driver, so of course he chose to throw the bag out before being caught.

As for the person who picked up the bag, he was also his accomplice, and the two agreed to meet here...

"Won't you help me with the medicine?"

Song Ning pursed her mouth and glanced at Qiao Bo with pretended to be vicious, "It hurts... Hands hurt, feet hurt too... Hurry up..."

Song Ning's voice is sweet and delicate, with a very high sugar content, even if it is pretended to be fierce, it makes people sound like coquettishness.

Qiao Bo's heart fluttered, and he couldn't wait to rub "Xiao Zuojing" into his arms, wanting to hide her in a place where only he could see...

However, when he thought of the scene he saw in the Song family before marrying "Xiao Zuojing", Qiao Bo knew that she could not belong to him.

Maybe he shouldn't have let himself sink at all...

I haven't tasted the sweetness of love yet, but I've tasted enough of the sourness of love!

Qiao Bo's heart was extremely bitter, and there was also a little bitterness on his face.

He lowered his head to hide the strangeness in his eyes, squeezed a piece of ointment on the palm of his hand, and gently dissolved the ointment with his fingertips.

Then he carefully applied it to Song Ning's wrist and gently kneaded it, not letting go of a corner.

"Alright... Be careful, don't rub it off..."

Qiao Bo took out an army-green handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around Song Ning's wrist a few times, and finally tied a beautiful bow.

"Why do you seem to know everything?"

Song Ning raised her wrist rarely, and looked left and right at the bow that Qiao Bo played, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Not only does Chopper know everything, but he does everything superbly.

Qiao Laohan and Zhang Lan also look like people who can teach children, why did they train Qiao Bo so well?

Qiao An and Qiao Ran didn't grow much in their ability to be raised by them, but their tempers were quite big!

Jobo... Could it be a genetic mutation?

"If you do more, you will naturally do anything..."

Qiao Bo said indifferently, hung the bag they were carrying, and squatted in front of Song Ning.

He is the eldest in the family, and when he was a child, his family was poor, and he did everything to feed himself.

When I was a child, there was a sloppy old man in their village who was locked up in a cowshed, he was too young to do other work, but he was a good hand at herding cattle.

After coming and going, he got acquainted with the old man, and he secretly brought the old man a few hard steamed buns, and the old man told him stories.

The story in the old man's mouth is almost endless, from all over the world to the north and the sea, throughout the ages, and even for three days and three nights, there is no repetition.

At that time, his favorite thing was herding cattle, and the story of the old man accompanied his childhood and was his earliest enlightenment.

The old man taught him a lot of truths through stories, which is why he was able to plan his life early and plan to become a college student of "workers and peasants".