Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 772
He is Prince Chaoyun, that omnipotent Prince Rong who is admired by everyone, how could he commit suicide just because of a woman's words!

Lifting his thin lips, raising his phoenix eyes, the once icy, bloodthirsty and cruel Prince Rong showed a gratified expression for the first time, "Le'er, you are still reluctant."

Su Changle glared at him, and said duplicity, "Who can't bear it, I just don't want me to be hunted down after you die."

"Le'er, don't argue."

She pushed him angrily, and commanded fiercely, "Sit down."

Knowing that she was going to treat her wound, Rong Beilan obediently sat back on the stall, pulled her big hand, and immediately pulled her body away, revealing her strong and sexy chest.

Su Changle swallowed her saliva, trying to focus her gaze on the not-so-deep and not-so-shallow wound on his chest.

The blood was still spilling out, and the area around the inch-long wound was tinged with blue. Rong Beilan had an old eye disease, and he would never allow himself to be hurt in any way, but today...

Hmph, no sympathy, this guy deserves it.

He took out the essence medicine and sprinkled some on his wound, and gently massaged it with his slender fingertips.Suddenly, Su Changle suddenly felt that she should still be angry, and immediately increased the strength in her hand.

Rong Beilan snorted, "Le'er, what you're doing will only make the wound worse."

Glancing at him coldly, "That's what you deserve."

Although he was talking, the movements in his hands still subconsciously eased a bit.

After treating the wound, he covered him with gauze, and was about to withdraw his hand when Rong Beilan suddenly grabbed him again.

"what are you doing?"

Just about to struggle, Rong Beilan simply took her into his arms and commanded sharply, "Don't move."

The wound on the back of her hand that Wu Wu had scratched with a knife had scabbed over. Although it was not big, it was very distressing in Rong Beilan's eyes.Thin lips pressed together and took out a delicate porcelain bottle from the interspatial ring, and inserted some crystal liquid into her wound, only to see that the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Changle stared wide-eyed, looking at the back of her hand in disbelief, "Why don't you use such a good thing?"

"I prefer Le'er to wipe my wounds herself."

Rong Beilan joked.

With a cold snort, he turned his face away, "Don't think I'll forgive you for this."

Rong Beilan's phoenix eyes froze, and she forcibly turned her face away, "Le'er, it doesn't count if you don't speak."

Blinking, "But you're not dead?"

"Then I'm committing suicide, don't stop Le'er?" Rong Beilan was aggressive.

Su Changle choked up, blushed and glared at him, but couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

Holding her hand again and rubbing the smooth back, there was only a faint trace left on the scar, "Tell me, who hurt it?"

"Hmph, it's not your little friend Wuwu, he is amazing. I'm lucky that I didn't pull my skin out. Prince Rong is so charming!" Su Changle said with a strange ambiguity.

"Wuwu?"

"Don't tell me that you don't know him, but he made a private appointment with you for life when he was two or three years old."

"I know, Dong Lingyu's younger sister," she said, looking at her again, "Le'er is angry, how about I get someone to turn that mess around and beat her up?"

Su Changle stared, "Rong Beilan, are you a devil? You're just a child."

"She hurt you." Rong Beilan answered as a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)