Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

The words that came out of her mouth in a fit of rage were extremely unpleasant to hear, and it was not hard to hear the concern in her voice.

The corner of Lin Lang's mouth curled up, "If I had fallen asleep, it would have been great if you had thrown me on the street. No one would have known that you had seen me before."

"You're covered with my fingerprints. Will you be able to detect them? Aren't you a cop? Don't you even know that? "

Lin Lang was extremely tired, and his brain was getting heavier. He really did not want to say a single word.

It could be seen that this little Khaba had been trying his best to talk to him, afraid that he would fall asleep. He seemed to be unable to control the smile on his face.

"Who told you I was a cop?"

"Didn't you catch a thief last time in Century Square?"

"The police aren't the only ones who can catch a thief, and that person isn't a thief either."

After successfully bringing Lin Lang back home, An Hao felt that he would die in the next moment.

She fell weakly onto the blanket under the sofa, panting heavily. Looking at the blood stains on her body, a wave of dizziness hit her, making her feel like she was about to faint at any moment.

She could not help but say with regret, "Tell me, what did I owe you in my previous life? Why is it that every time I see you, there's always something bad going on? "

Lin Lang leaned onto the sofa and raised his arms. He wanted to knock her head down, but he helplessly landed on her shoulders.

"Go to the bathroom and get a basin of water. I need to clean up my wounds."

An Hao looked at him, speechless. "Heh heh … "How in the world did you get people to do this and that and still feel so comfortable about it?"

"Then are you going or not?" Lin Lang said as she closed her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

His face was extremely pale, his eyelashes were slightly trembling, An Hao really wanted to get up and leave, and also wanted to shout out: "Go and order whoever you want, I won't go."

However, when she stood up, she still didn't follow her original intention towards the door. Instead, she uncontrollably walked toward the bathroom. She felt that she must have been bewitched by something.

When he walked out of the bathroom with the basin of water, just as Lin Lang was about to call someone, An Hao only heard a few words, "Come over as soon as possible." He must have called someone to take care of him.

An Hao heaved a sigh of relief, she was just worrying about how she would leave this place with his look, how would she be able to do that?

She walked over and placed the basin on the tea table, then asked casually, "Did you call someone to take care of you?"

Lin Lang pointed to the towel in her hand with his index finger, and indicated that she should put it in the water basin to get it to get wet: "Call the doctor over here, help me get down the towel."

As he spoke, he got up and began to remove his clothes with great effort.

Towards his current attitude, An Hao already did not want to say anything anymore. She could not even be bothered to roll her eyes.

She put the clean towel into the water and soaked it in water before taking it out and wringing it dry. She saw that he was still struggling to take off his shirt.

An Hao frowned, he hesitated for a moment, but he could not help but ask: "Do you need my help?"

Lin Lang lifted his eyelids to glance at her, without saying a word, he lowered his gaze, tore his shirt into two, and threw it to the side.

He didn't know if it was because he was feeling too guilty, but An Hao felt that the look he gave her just now seemed to be saying, "If you really wanted to help, you wouldn't pretend to ask such a question, right?"

An Hao felt that her current appearance was extremely awkward. She coughed lightly, then took a towel and walked forward. Looking at the bloody wound on his shoulder, she pretended to be calm and said: "Let me help you clean it up."