Yan Huan looked at the blood on the man, and the strings in his head tightened in an instant.

She ran to him, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Husband, where are you hurt?"

Li mingjue came back from the theater.

Fifty kilometers.

He was too tired to open his mouth and pushed the woman away.

"Huan'er, don't touch me. It's too dirty."

Yan Huan's eyes suddenly turned red. "What's dirty? Let me see where it's bleeding. Why hasn't the doctor come yet?"

Jolin looked at the way she was about to cry and said painfully, "Huanhuan, don't worry. Wenwan has gone to call a doctor."

Yan Huan hugged the man and sobbed, "let me see..."

Li mingjue looked at her slapped little face, and her heart seemed to be brushed by feathers and softened in an instant.

He encircled her waist with one hand and separated them with the other.

Close posture without soiling her clothes.

Yan Huan noticed his carefulness. His tears could no longer stretch and rolled down like a broken line.

"What's the matter with you? Can't you run if you can't fight?"

"That bastard Ji Yunchen! How dare he lay such a heavy hand?"

The man raised his lips silently, "huan'er, I've been walking for a long time. I'm so tired."

Yan Huan's heart tightened. "I'll help you back upstairs. The doctor will come soon. You can stand it again."

"OK."

She put one hand on his waist and walked slowly towards the stairs.

Jolin's eyes locked the figure of Li mingjue, and Xiumei wrinkled faintly.

……

Yan Huan took the man back to the room and took care of him.

Prepare hot towels, clean clothes and potions one by one.

Li mingjue leaned on the sofa, supported his jaw with one hand, looked at the woman's nervous look, and something seemed to overflow from his heart.

Yan Huanzheng changed men's pants. She hadn't found out just now that the black suit pants had long been soaked with blood.

But the color was heavy, and she didn't notice it for the first time.

Her nose was full of thick blood. Her eyes were red and said, "I'll see why the doctor hasn't come yet."

Then she got up and walked out.

The wrist was suddenly caught by the man. As soon as she turned, the man fell into the man's arms.

Her face was frightened and said, "husband, your injury..."

The lip was kissed hard.

The clear breath mixed with bloody gas lingered around Yan Huan.

She wanted to struggle, but she was afraid that she would move and press him again.

Can only be kissed.

The man also from the beginning of the strong kiss to the end, just slightly close to her lips.

From time to time, he stretched out his tongue and licked it gently, but he didn't mean to let go of her.

They were only a short distance away. Yan Huan naturally saw the stars scattered at the bottom of the man's eyes and poked her heart with a thick smile.

Last night's quarrel dissipated in an instant.

She closed her eyes and took the initiative to close his lips.

Li mingjue didn't expect her to take the initiative. As soon as the soft touch came, his whole body was electrified, and his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of lust.

Holding the woman's slender waist in one hand, he lifted her up and walked towards the bathroom with long legs.

Yan Huan noticed that he was walking, opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"Husband, why are you up?"

Li mingjue bowed his head and kissed her, "good boy, my body is full of blood. I'll take you to take a bath."

Then what to do, they know each other.

Yan Huan blushed, "no, you still have..."

Before the voice fell, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Wenwan broke in with the doctor. "Sister! The doctor is coming!"

Li mingjue narrowed his eyes and turned back, saying in a cold voice, "tell him to get out!"

Gentle: "

Doctor: "

Yan Huan stared at him and said in a loud voice, "don't listen to him, doctor. He's hurt and needs to be examined immediately!"

Li mingjue frowned slightly, "huan'er, I didn't..."

"Doctor, hurry up!"

Yan Huan then got down from him and pushed him to the sofa.

The doctor walked over gingerly and tried to ignore the man's unhappy face.

He carefully examined the man inside and outside, and the sweat on his forehead became denser and denser.

Yan Huan looked at the doctor's frown, pursed his lips and said, "doctor, is my husband badly hurt?"

The doctor looked at her with an unnatural expression, "this..."

"What?"

The doctor glanced at the direction of Li mingjue and swallowed his mouth. "Mr. Li's injury is really... Serious."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man's eyebrows stretch.

Yan Huan said, "what should I do?"

"Just rest. You may work harder recently."

Yan Huan pursed his lips. "Where is his wound? I just looked around and didn't see it."

"Well, Mr. Li is mainly internal injury plus trauma, so..."

Yan Huan squinted at the doctor, "how can there be so much blood on him?"

"This... May be someone else's."

"Oh?"

Yan Huan looked at the man suspiciously.

Li mingjue just looked up at her.

Four eyes are opposite.

The Qingming in his black eyes and the blood color on his face, in addition to the blood, he really couldn't see a little hurt.

She hooked her lips silently.

good job.

Dare to pretend to be ill?

She leaned over to the man with a smile and deliberately shouted to him in a voice that could pinch the water, "husband..."

Li mingjue trembled at the tip of his heart. As soon as he reached out to hold her, the woman withdrew.

The eyebrows tightened unhappily.

Yan Huan saw that he was angry and smiled more brightly. "Since you are so badly hurt, don't get out of bed these days. Moreover, in order to prevent the wound from deteriorating, don't take a bath."

Li mingjue: "

Yan Huan looked at the man's instantly gloomy face and was happy.

She looked at the trembling doctor. "Am I right, doctor?"

The doctor was stunned and went on with her, "taking a bath will really worsen the wound, but..."

Yan Huan immediately interrupted him and smiled at Li mingjue.

"Well, husband, did you hear what the doctor said? Lie down in bed and don't go anywhere."

Li mingjue frowned and looked at her, "huan'er, do you want me to lie down with this blood?"

Yan Huan threw the wet towel to him and said, "if you can't stand it, wipe it. I have to see Jolin. Take good care of yourself."

With that, she turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Li mingjue looked at the towel in his hand, and his thin lips gradually closed into a straight line.

……

Jolin had just wrapped up her feet when Yan Huan pushed the door in.

She looked up at each other's angry cheeks and was stunned, "what's the matter? Who made you angry?"

Yan Huan sat by the bed, hugged his arm and said, "who else can it be? I'm so worried about him, he pretended to be ill!"

I still feel very angry when I think about it.

Her heart almost stopped when she saw his blood.

I even felt so guilty that I shouldn't use him to divert Ji Yunchen's attention. As a result

Jolin seemed to have expected it long ago and smiled lightly. "He wasn't hurt, was he?"

Yan Huan skimmed his lips, "how can you know at once?"

Jolin smiled. "How can an injured person walk so fast like him?"

"What? I don't know where he spilled all his blood, which made me think..."

Yan Huan suddenly paused while talking, "the blood on his body can't be Ji Yunchen's?"

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