Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

"Let go of me...it hurts...don't touch me..."

There was a slightly crying voice in his arms, Zhang Shaoliang looked down, and saw a delicate little face with tears buried in his arms, the slender eyelashes were stained with crystal teardrops, trembling slightly, as if at any time It seemed as if it was about to fall off, and his slightly frosty mouth was clenched tightly, as if he was enduring great pain. In an instant, a corner of Zhang Shaoliang's heart was faintly pulled, and the slightly strange feeling made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. It's strange, but when his eyes fell on her blood-covered appearance again, he didn't care to think about it, and quickly put her on the bed, and said to Qing'er: "Call the doctor quickly, and get more trauma patients." Here comes the medicine."

"okay……"

Qing'er next to her was so frightened that she was about to lose her mind. When she heard Zhang Shaoliang's order, she came back to her senses, and hurriedly responded, while ignoring her ladylike demeanor, she immediately strode outside the door.

"Hey! What kind of poison have you been poisoned? It hurts so much that you want to commit suicide?"

Zhang Shaoliang sat on the edge of the bed, holding Luo Ling's slender wrist in his hand, looking at the horrific scars, he couldn't help making a "tsk tsk" sound, then tore off the corner of his robe, and bandaged her The wound, temporarily stopped the bleeding until the doctor came.

"Yu...help me...it hurts..."

Luo Ling, who was in pain, was already unconscious from the pain, and suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhang Shaoliang's hand, holding it tightly in his arms, cold tears dripping on the back of his hand, which made him startled.

"Hey, don't mistake me. I'm not your lover. I'm a passerby. Hello, what's your name?"

Zhang Shaoliang smirked and raised his other hand to greet Luo Ling, but sadly, his words and actions were not the same redundant, because Luo Ling couldn't hear him at all, still holding his hand, still calling him Yu... …

Playing the piano to a cow... a few words suddenly flew out of my mind...

"Forget it, for the sake of your poorness, let me take advantage of you, but the first thing to say is that when you recover, you have to pay it back, you know? I don't like people who owe me things the most. I won't be able to sleep!"

Zhang Shaoliang was lying on the edge of the bed, one hand was tightly held by Luo Ling in his arms, he freed the other hand to support his head, squatted on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

"Tsk tsk... What a sign, but I don't know what it looks like when I open my eyes. Uh, maybe the eyes are small, so it's not beautiful at all. Uh, maybe I'm blind... What am I thinking? !"

Just as Zhang Shaoliang was talking to the unconscious Luo Ling, a white shadow suddenly flashed in at the door, and when Zhang Shaoliang looked up, he happened to meet Yuwen Haoyu with a gloomy expression on his face.

As soon as Yuwen Haoyu entered the door, he saw the two people in ambiguous postures. Their movements froze, and a chill appeared on their faces. They walked slowly towards the bed with firm steps, and looked at Zhang Shaoliang with cold eyes. .

At first Zhang Shaoliang looked at Yuwen Haoyu who suddenly "broke in" in surprise, but soon his expression was at ease, and he returned to a foolish look, without any sense of embarrassment, looking at him with a clear face. Yuwen Haoyu even seemed to have a hint of provocation in his eyes.

If Cao Shichen saw such an appearance, he would wish to pull off his shoes and slap them on this face that deserved a beating, he really didn't know what to do.