Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1038: Injured

Chapter 1038 is injured

Passing through a flourishing branch, I saw the rabbit stopping before the frame of Wisteria Wisteria. The boy who shot her with a slingshot was sitting under the white gallery and crying.

He rubbed his eyes while crying. The thin and weak little boy looked pitiful.

Wen Qiao walked towards her and was about to reach under the wisteria flower stand. Suddenly, there was nothing under her feet and she fell down.

No. 3 and Su Ce rushed to the second, but they couldn't hold her, Wen Qiao seemed to fall into the abyss.

Fortunately, the pit was not deep, about three meters high, at the height of one floor, she crashed down, and without any psychological defense, she fell heavily to the ground.

Her body stabbed so badly, she looked down, and she didn't know why, there were several blood spots on her arm.

She never expected that there would be such a big trap in front of such a mansion, on such an exquisite lawn.

What is the evil taste of the Shen family?

What's wrong with this family?

The pit was deep and narrow, and could only accommodate two people at most. At this moment, the light was dim, and she stood up with great effort and reached out to support the pit wall.

"His" Wen Qiao suddenly retracted his hand, and his eyes adjusted to the dim light saw that there were several small blades on the wall of the pit.

What the fuck...

So who dug this pit? Who put these blades?

No wonder she had several wounds on her arm, and she was hurt by these blades.

Su Ce and No.3 ran to the pit.

"A Joe, are you okay?"

These blades are very sharp. Wen Qiao was actually gasping with pain, but he was afraid that his uncle would be worried, and said, "I'm fine."

Number Three: "I'll come down to save you."

Wen Qiao: "Find a rope, just drag me up."

The little boy who was sitting and crying just now leaned to the pit with a smile on his face, and smiled: "The one hundred and six."

Wen Qiao squinted at the gloomy little boy: "What one hundred and six?"

"You are the 106th person who fell into the pit. Most of them are girls. When you see me crying, you can't bear it anymore. You have to run over to comfort me."

Wen Qiao:...

Anti-social personality right?

Why is it so dark?

"Are you sick?" Wen Qiao couldn't help but said.

The little boy's face was a little distorted, his eyes were gloomy, and he hummed, as if he had been wronged by some greatness, then he turned and ran away.

Wen Qiao:...

No. 3 has asked the butler to bring a string of twine, and No. 3 hangs the twine down, and one person pulls Wen Qiao up.

Only then did Su Ce see the blood stains on her arms. There were four blood stains on her left and right arms, two holes in the jeans on her legs, and there were also injuries on her legs.

"How could this be?"

Wen Qiao touched his arm indifferently: "There are small blades around, scratched, it's okay, my brother, a slight injury."

Su Ce looked at the housekeeper Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen still had a formulaic smile: "Little Master is naughty, I hope Miss Wen won't mind."

Su Ce's eyes were sharp, and Wen Qiao pulled it down.

Wen Qiao: "...he has always been like this?"

Because there is still a need for Shen's family, Wen Qiao can only suppress the fire.

And Su Ce, because of Wen Qiao, had to endure.

"The young master has a weird temper, but he really doesn't hurt people."

Wen Qiao's eyebrows trembled, this is not hurting?

Do I have to pierce my heart with a knife to hurt someone? It is really dumb.

Wen Qiao glanced at the little boy running straight to the mansion with a complicated expression: "Really?"