Chapter 43: Small, Livestock (3)

And Jiang Ziyu was also honorably wounded - his head was smashed on the head by a thug with a brick, and a hole was smashed on his forehead, and blood flowed down his eyes, fell to his nose, mouth, and then down his chin, and dripped to the ground, extremely frightened.

I was so scared that the six gods were gone.

I threw myself on Jiang Ziyu and cried with a "wow":

"Jiang Ziyu! Jiang Ziyu!"

Jiang Ziyu frowned, pushed me away, and said impatiently: "What are you crying about?" I'm not dead, it's not too late for you to cry when I'm dead." ”

Jiang Ziyu's gaze inadvertently fell on me.

The buttons on my shirt were off, my skirt was torn, and my tiny white corset was exposed. At that time, my breasts changed and rose and fell, and although they were not as brilliant as flowers blooming wantonly, they were as lovely and attractive as budding flower bones.

Jiang Ziyu's face suddenly turned red.

He blurted out and cursed:

"!"

Immediately, Jiang Ziyu shook his head violently and tried to take his eyes off my chest. He took off his shirt and draped it over me, while he was topless - it's okay for a boy to be bare-topless, and it's not nice for a girl to show her bra.

I timidly called him: "Jiang Ziyu-"

Jiang Ziyu straightened his face and taught: "Is Jiang Ziyu's name your name? ”

I said, "Jiang Ziyu—"

Jiang Ziyu glared at me: "Call me brother." ”

I was stubborn: "Jiang Ziyu-"

On weekdays, I speak softly and have a docile temper, but sometimes when I am strong, I can't pull ten cows back. Jiang Ziyu stopped arguing on this issue.

He squinted his eyes and said in a rough voice:

"What's the matter? Say it quickly, let it go if you fart. ”

I looked at him and said softly:

"Jiang Ziyu, thank you!"

Jiang Ziyu was stunned for a moment before he said:

"Thank you, thank you, family, don't say these things. ”

Jiang Ziyu's forehead was injured, and he grinned long. In the small clinic, Jiang Ziyu's forehead was stitched with eight stitches and wrapped in layers of white gauze, like a tragic hero.

After Jiang Ziyu's forehead injury healed, I invited Jiang Ziyu to watch a movie, which can be regarded as repaying Jiang Ziyu's "life-saving grace". The movie was directed by Hou Xiaoxian and starring Shu Qi and Zhang Zhen in "The Best Time".

In this two-hour three-part movie, Shu Qi and Zhang Zhen are intercepted in three different eras, telling a love of three lives and three lives.

In the small movie theater, there is a mixture of sweat, smoke, and foot odor.

I stared at the screen with my eyes wide open.

In the screen, Zhang Zhen, who is naked and has a bodybuilding and sexy upper body, and Shu Qi, who is so enchanting that only underwear is left, are on the bed, hugging, kissing, caressing, and lingering. Shu Qi's wildness, overflowing with passion, and Zhang Zhen's bold dew's point made me look bloody and passionate when I was young.

This is the first time I've seen a movie with such a glamorous shot. In the dark, my face was always red, and the two blushes rubbed and never dissipated.

After coming out of the movie theater, Jiang Ziyu bought a box of cigarettes from a small cigarette stall nearby, then leaned against the wall next to him, smoked, latched, lit it, inhaled deeply, and then spit out the green and white smoke rings.

(To be continued)