Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

If she can't help calling him now, it's not worth the pain.

She had to pull out the fragment first. She closed her eyes and grabbed the fragment. She wanted to make efforts, but her whole body was soft. Instead of pulling it out, she touched the wound. She couldn't help crying out in pain.

Damn it, why does it hurt so much?

After blowing for a while, she stood up, stood on tiptoe and walked up to the second floor step by step. Then she searched carefully in the living room on the second floor to see if she touched the wound. She always kept from crying out.

But if she didn't make a sound, how could he find out that he was hurt?

She looked back at the door of the study and gently pushed the shelf next to her. The vase on it fell suddenly. She also fell to the ground and made a startling cry.

"What's the matter?" The door of the study opened, Chu Lan Chao came out.

"Nothing." Song Xiaoqing looked up and saw him. There was a flash of panic in his eyes. He quietly withdrew his injured foot and struggled to stand up. He was very frightened: "sorry, I --"

Chu lanchao saw that the vase on the ground was broken, and his face became gloomy. It was Xiaolan's favorite vase, and it was broken like this. If his broken heart, he could not help roaring out: "who allowed you to move things?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." Song Xiaoqing was so frightened by his roar that he shivered. He was in a panic and apologized. He quickly lowered down to help pick up the fragment.

"Go away." Chu Lan Chao is very irritable, but suddenly stunned, his eyes fell on a place not far away, his eyes showed shock, it was a pool of blood.

Is she hurt?

Seeing his eyes fall on the bloodstain in front of him, song Xiaoqing is more and more flustered. She quietly retreats and hides her injured foot.

But how can such a small action escape Chu lanchao's eyes? He raised his head and said, "your foot is hurt?"

"No, no!" Song Xiaoqing's eyes are evasive.

Chu lanchao didn't believe her at all. He stood up and went to her. He clearly saw her injured foot, dripping with blood.

"I'll be fine, you don't have to worry!" Song Xiaoqing is in a hurry to explain.

Looking at the girl who was in a panic in front of him, the anger just now disappeared. He suddenly remembered that she had once uttered a muffled voice in the kitchen just now. Could it be that she had hurt her foot at that time?

"Shut up Thinking of this, his face was very bad. He asked her to sit on the sofa and check her wound. Sure enough, the porcelain chip pierced into her foot.

"I hurt my foot. Why don't you say it?" He was very angry. Angry with her, even more angry with themselves, just did not notice her wrong.

Does he care about her? Do you feel bad for her?

Song Xiaoqing's eyes flashed a flash of light, fleeting, she lowered her head, very clever, very sensible said: "I see the injury is not very important, originally thought that medicine bandage can, did not expect this. I'm sorry

Her cautious appearance made him feel guilty.

She didn't want to disturb herself because of what happened just now, did she?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have gone too far.

He picked her up and said, "come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

After two steps, seeing that she was walking so hard, he hesitated for a moment and bent down to pick her up. Song Xiaoqing couldn't help exclaiming and hugged his neck. But when he saw his face, he felt embarrassed and let go, and didn't know where to put it.