Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

What a deep wound that was, the whole skin was ripped apart, one can imagine how powerful the person who struck it must have been.

But he suffered such an injury, he didn't take care of it, but ran to this wine cellar to drink, which really made her very angry.

Injured people, drinking alcohol, are prone to infection and inflammation of the wound, how could he not know this?

Don't you really want to die?That's why you spoil yourself like this?

Xiao Tong frowned, and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Asshole."

Smoothing the wrinkles between Huangfu Lin's brows, and twisting his handsome eyebrows, Ning Xiaotong glanced at the wine beside him.

There was no clean bandage beside him, and when he walked out of the door of the wine cellar, a brand new roll of bandage was placed at the door, and beside it were a pack of cotton swabs and a box of knife wound medicine, as if they had been accidentally left behind.

Looking around, Ning Xiaotong suddenly understood that Zhao Ma probably put it here.

Sighing, he resignedly picked up the bandages and medicinal cotton swabs, wound medicine, went down the stairs, and returned to Huangfu Lin's side.

The light in the wine cellar was a bit dim, and with the help of the yellowish light, Ning Xiaotong carefully stood with a cotton swab and slowly applied the anti-inflammatory medicine to the injured area.

Carefully, the movements are extremely gentle.

But it was still unavoidable, the sound of inhaling came from Huangfu Lin's mouth.

Seeing that he didn't wake up for a long time, he must be really drunk.

After smearing the wound, he wrapped the bandage round and round, not loose nor tight, just right, and even carefully tied a knot.

Fortunately, when she was in Paris, Frank had taught her how to change dressings and wrap bandages, so these were not difficult for her.

It's done, Ning Xiaotong looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and saw Huangfulin's other empty hand still holding a red wine bottle tightly, dissatisfied.

It was the oldest and most drunk wine in the cellar.

She snatched the bottle of wine with her hands, but unexpectedly, Huangfu Lin refused to let go. Seeing this, Ning Xiaotong had no choice but to pour all the wine in the bottle on the ground in a drooping posture.

In an instant, the crispness and aroma of red wine quickly permeated the entire wine cellar.

Knocking on the numb leg, Xiaotong stood up slowly.

In the next second, his body froze.

He actually grabbed his hand.

Ning Xiaotong didn't dare to turn her head, she was afraid of meeting those fascinated eyes. After a long time, there was no movement, so Ning Xiaotong turned around slowly.

Looking at Huangfu Lin's tightly closed eyes, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up.

The empty wine bottle in his hand had already rolled to the side, lying there alone, looking very desolate.

But that hand was tightly clutching his own, refusing to let go.

It took a lot of effort to separate the fingers one by one. That hand, with well-defined phalanges, was slender and fair, not at all like the hand that had held a gun.

After finally breaking away his hand, he fell down powerlessly, dangling slightly in the air.

After staying for so long, Ning Xiaotong felt a little chilly, glanced at Huangfu Lin who was only wearing a thin shirt, and couldn't help frowning.

I really don't know how to love my body.

When he returned to the villa in the middle of the mountain, he was suddenly dazzled by the bright daylight and couldn't open his eyes. He swayed and slowed down before opening his eyes.

As soon as Zhao Ma saw Ning Xiaotong appear, she hurried down from upstairs, "Miss Ning, what do you need?"

Ning Xiaotong frowned at Zhao Ma's unchanged address, but said nothing, "Do you have a blanket, give me one."

Zhao Ma hurriedly turned around and went upstairs, but a smile slipped across her mouth, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.