Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 426: Both die together! (2)
Without thinking about it, he told himself that it was only because she was different from those women, she was just an ordinary woman.Enduring such pain and resisting, maybe it's just that she has more self-esteem than others.

Song Ningjiu heard the words and looked at him, with so little smile lines on the corners of her lips. Of course, the smile was not pleasant, and asked: "If I say it hurts, will you let me go?"

He actually asked her if it hurts?Of course it hurts!
She is not made of copper skin and iron bones, so many injuries on her body, how can she not be in pain?She is not strong, in fact she is weaker than anyone else, trembling with fear, the pain is so painful that she just wants to find a shoulder, put her arms around that person and cry loudly, completely release her fear and grievance, only in this way is real she.

But she is still sitting here firmly, not crying or screaming, in fact, she herself is surprised.Maybe, because the shoulder that can make her need is not here, no one can comfort her, shield her from the wind and rain, and heal those injuries, so she can only pretend to be strong and calm.

Zhuo Zhuo looked at her, different from the dark and dim eyes when he was lying on the ground and was about to bite his tongue after being tied up by himself, now it is bright because of the deep irony and counterattack contained in it.Yes, it was very bright, that kind of light was better than the light of the desk lamp, and it shot straight into his eyes.It is stubborn and unyielding.

He has seen women with self-esteem, stubbornness, and personality, and it is not unusual for him, but he still looks at her fixedly.After a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said two words: "No."

Of course he wouldn't let her go, otherwise how would he avenge his revenge?But he let go of her wrist and got out of bed.

When his feet landed, his tall figure stood beside the bed, his eyes swept across the room.The curtains were still drawn tightly, and on the ground under the window were his torn clothes, and those cloth strips were thrown there in a mess.Under the cabinet not far away, there are some broken cup fragments, with some blood dripping, which has solidified but is bright red and eye-catching.

Thinking that the injury on Xiang Ning's neck was not serious, it must be Song Ningjiu's blood.This woman seemed weak, but she seemed to have endurance beyond his imagination.Thinking like this, he called and ordered: "Bring the medicine bag up."

Song Ningjiu looked at him, not surprised by his actions.Because even if he showed great kindness, it was only for deeper and unknown calculations in the future, so the expression on his face was a little indifferent.

Joyo sat on the chair behind the end of the bed, facing her, lit a cigarette, and looked at her again.Her long hair was disheveled, and her small face was sunk in the shadow because of the movement of bowing her head, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, only the tucked up between the bed looked thin.

Don't speak, just stare.Until there was a knock on the door panel outside the door.Zhuo Liang finally looked away, lowered his eyes and extinguished the cigarette, got up, walked over steadily, held the doorknob in his hand and turned it, and then opened the door.

The figure of Xiao Zhong holding a medicine box appeared outside the door, looking at him.

Excellence silently stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, meaning to let him give things to himself.

When he heard that he wanted a medical kit, Xiao Zhong's subconscious reaction was that Zhuo Liang was injured, and he was relieved only when he saw him safe and sound.Of course, these emotions were all hidden under the expressionless expression, and only handed things over to Zhuo Liang.

Zhuo Zhuo clenched the things in his hands, then closed the door, turned around and walked over, and walked straight to the bed before stopping.

He put the medicine box on the bed, then reached out to hold Song Ningjiu's injured hand.She avoided it subconsciously, but was still held firmly in his hand and pulled over.

"I remember that you are a dancer, so you probably don't want to have so many injuries on your body." He said, it was a disguised persuasion.

Song Ningjiu just wanted to sneer when she heard the words, did he care about hurting her future career if he hurt herself?But she didn't resist in the end, she silently and coldly reminded him that he would not forget that he caused these injuries, so no matter what he did, she would not be grateful, but would be afraid that his momentary soft-heartedness might have bigger consequences. conspiracy.

During the alcohol disinfection, the cotton swab hurt when it wiped the wound on the palm. He pressed down hard on purpose. He admitted that he did something bad because of the woman's ungrateful appearance.

The sudden pain made her subconsciously bite her lip, and her teeth were embedded in the flesh of the lip again, almost bleeding from the bite.Undoubtedly, she is stubborn at this moment.But Zhuoyue still heard the muffled hum from her mouth. After all, how could she really hold back with her flesh and blood?
Zhuo Liang looked up at her, and saw her biting her lip.The cloth strips made the corners of her lips red and swollen, surrounded by bloodstains, but on her cheek... His eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand. She subconsciously avoided it, but his hand held her cheek firmly, and then another Throwing away the cotton swab with one hand, he brushed away the hair sticking to her cheek.

When he saw that half of her face was red and swollen with red finger prints, his eyes darkened suddenly, and he asked, "Who hit you?" Maybe he didn't even notice it himself. Lost his own things, a tone of defense.

Song Ningjiu didn't answer him, but stretched out his hand silently, and pulled down the hand that was holding his cheek, not caring at all that blood gushed out from the wound on his hand again.

She didn't speak, took the gauze from his medicine bag indifferently, and silently bandaged her own palm with her inconvenient left hand, even though her left hand was also stained with blood and had many small wounds.It was when she cut the cloth, she accidentally hurt it.She figured it out now, she should take care of the wound, there's no need to embarrass herself.

Zhuo Liang watched her movements, although he was clumsy, he didn't turn to himself for help.Her attitude was telling him that what happened to the injury on her face and who beat her had nothing to do with him.

Would he hurt his own people because of himself as a hostage?Although that person is not very important to him.

Simply ridiculous!
She didn't say anything, Zhuo Zhuo quickly figured it out, apart from herself, only Xiang Ning had been here.Thinking of the woman running downstairs, he was negligent.

After the wound was treated, the room was filled with silence and silence, as if the strong pungent smell of alcohol overwhelmed the smell of blood, but it didn't smell too good.

"Go to sleep." Zhuo Liang sat up and said, then turned off the lamp.

There was darkness in his sight, Song Ningjiu stood up from the bed earlier this time, so he jumped into the air.He opened his eyes, looked at her standing beside the bed, that vague black figure, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

sleep?
Who could sleep with a beast that could pounce on him at any time?What's more, the so-called sharing the same bed should be a partner if not a husband and wife. How can she sleep with him?As if she didn't even bother to answer, Song Ningjiu was wrapped up and sat on the chair at the end of the bed.

Surprisingly, Excellence didn't force it.

Although she was very tired, but because she had just rested for a while, she was still in good spirits.She kept holding on, wondering if he was asleep or not, anyway, she hadn't heard his steady breathing for a long time, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

(End of this chapter)