Chief husband, strong love!

"Cough... Cough..."

A few weak coughs.

Zhuang Su woke up from his brief coma.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw that her face, which had never been afraid of a word, was full of panic and imitation loss.

"Su Su..."

Zhuang Su looked for a few moments, and the night Lord had some out of focus pupils.

This guy, do you think she's dead

Her eyebrows wrinkled suddenly.

"Susu, are you awake?"

She opened her eyes, looked at his disorderly look, and tried to pull away his hand, "be gentle, don't hold my hand..."

The night Lord suddenly loosened his strength and realized that his hands seemed stiff.

Fortunately, I saw that although the woman in front of me was weak, it didn't seem to matter, "you're not dead..."

Zhuang Su is not only white eyed, but also white eyed.

He really has no common sense.

At best, she was a little weak and bleeding.

Is this situation going to die? Should he have more experience than her?

She had no doubt that if she were his subordinate, she might fall into his arms. He would only think she was a weak chicken and scum.

Zhuang Su has little strength.

He was hesitating to say something. He had been held up by his waist.

"Ah, madam!"

Adjutant Li just looked relaxed. When he saw the commander walking quickly with his wife in his arms, his face suddenly turned pale.

Although the blood on madam's hand has begun to dry up slowly, almost the whole palm is blood.

Pei Chengsi, an asshole, tortured his wife.

Didn't Mu Xier say that although he kidnapped his wife, he wouldn't do the low-end behavior of torturing people.

He's going to waste his wife's hand!

Adjutant Li is used to seeing all kinds of injuries, and he shouldn't have paid attention to this.

But that's madam.

And the commander's face was serious. He didn't care about anything when he held his wife.

"Commander, get in the car and take your wife to the hospital."

The night Lord didn't speak, so he took Zhuang Su directly into the military vehicle.

When adjutant Li closed the door, he said, "don't worry, commander. We'll take care of everything here."

The car headed for the road as fast as it could.

The night Lord held Zhuang Su tightly for a long time before he raised her hand again.

The flesh turned up on her palm was so thick that it had not completely dried up.

All this seemed to him like a knife deep into his heart.

Zhuang Su used some strength. He wanted to take his hand back, but his strength must not be as strong as his.

"Does it hurt?" The night Lord stared at her palm, and his voice seemed to tremble.

She doesn't really hurt anymore.

Maybe it hurts for a long time and I have no consciousness. I'm paralyzed.

But he raised his eyes and glanced at the man's side face, "it hurts."

"This bastard!" The night Lord bit his teeth and hugged her in his arms. "He dares to do this to you. I will make his life worse than death."

"It has nothing to do with him." Zhuang Su took his hand back and said carelessly, "I picked up a piece of glass and wanted to cut the rope, but I didn't move flexibly."

She said it lightly, but the night Lord was stunned.

Then he wanted to look carefully.

"The glass has been pulled out and thrown away, but it hurts a little. Just take me to the hospital and bandage it. It's nothing." She thought about it for fear that he might worry, and added, "that's the injury. Nothing else. He didn't torture me."

The night Lord suddenly glanced at her. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was anger or hate. "Do you still speak for him?"

Zhuang Su: "