Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Ji chenyao gasped and clenched his hands into fists. "I'll take a bath first and come out again."

"Good!" Qianxia took the bag in his hand and handed him the newly bought pajamas. She put the bag on the table. She turned and cleaned up another bedroom.

However, ye Shengyan, sitting on the sofa, glanced at Ji chenyao suspiciously. His eyes slowly fell on the shopping bag, and the wet blood was particularly obvious.

As soon as the demon's eyes were cold, he turned back and shouted, "Ji chenyao, are you hurt?"

"Injured?"

Qianxia, who had just stepped out of two steps, immediately turned her head. Almost at the same moment, Ji chenyao, who was black in front of her, fell fiercely to the ground. Behind her, there was already a blood red.

"Chen Yao!!"

Qianxia screamed, rushed forward immediately, bowed his head, saw his pale face and blood on his body, his heart suddenly corrected pain, and tears blurred his eyes in an instant.

Ji chenyao was so weak that he almost lost consciousness. A pair of Zhan black eyes were lax, and his fingers moved hard.

"Chen Yao, how did you get hurt? Why didn't you say it just now? Why didn't you tell me... "Qian Xia said something no matter how many times, subconsciously held his hand and tried to help him up from the ground.

"Qianqian, there's medicine at home. First treat his wound."

Ye Shengyan stepped forward, took Ji chenyao from qianxia, picked him up and lay on the sofa. He tore open his shirt. There were several traces of sharp edges on his back. He was bleeding. As soon as he twisted his eyebrows, he accused in an inexplicable tone, "Oh, even if you lose to me, you don't have to hurt yourself so much. You know you're hurt so badly, why do you have to be brave."

His words caused Ji chenyao's trembling in his semi coma consciousness, gently closed his eyes and looked anxiously at him.

"Don't touch me!"

The three cold words, Ji chenyao, have collapsed, but the anger and hatred from the bottom of my heart have poured up.

Night Shengyan was blocked by him, and his eyes suddenly cooled down, "Oh, do you think I would want to save you?"

"What can you make up for... Ha ha..." Ji chenyao suddenly smiled and twinkled in his eyes. Such a lonely injury broke into a sharp sword and hurt his heart.

At this time, qianxia turned out the medicine box from the room and immediately ran over, "Yan, help me. I'm afraid I can't handle it well alone."

"Well, don't worry too much. Look at him, he can't die!"

Night Shengyan gently closed his eyes, covered an inexplicable anomaly and sat aside. He forced Ji chenyao to lie down and took disinfectant to wash his wound.

Qianxia took out the hemostatic medicine and some gauze, stood anxiously aside, and poured the medicine immediately when the blood on the wound would be clean.

"God, how could there be such a deep wound? Chen Yao, how did you get hurt?"

"Oh, I'm fine..."

Ji chenyao raised his pale lips, stretched out his hand hard and gently held qianxia, "Qianqian, don't let him touch me, you help me, I want to have a rest..."

"You!"

The night Saint Yan stared at the demon's eyes. When he wanted to attack, he just tolerated thousands of Xia's begging eyes.

"Dying is your own business." Like being angry, he threw his things aside. Ye Shengyan sat directly on the tea table and changed his arms, looking like watching a good play.

Qianxia took a deep look at him. He didn't hurry to explain anything, so he hurried to help him deal with his wound.