Thank you for Waiting,Mister Tang!

Qin Mo opened the door. It was dark inside. The light was on and the house was bright.

He side head, want to talk with her, but see the water light in her eyes, Qin Mo Leng for a moment, voice hoarse to the extreme: "you cry?"

He Huan shook his head, "No."

She drooped her eyes and asked him gently, "where is the medicine box?"

However, he did not let her go. He held her chin in one hand, and his voice was lower and deeper: "when I hit my car, I saw blood or did I kiss you to make you afraid of this?"

"I don't have one." He Huan wants to twist his face, but he won't let him. He buttoned her chin and looked at her carefully. "He said no, his eyes are red, like a little rabbit."

He Huan was a little guilty because of his arm injury, but now her anger came up again. She glared at him, almost biting her teeth and asked him, "I smashed your car, Qin Mo, but you don't want to play with me. You left because you are so naive now. If you think that you are divorced wrong, OK, I have no opinion about our remarriage. I have no opinion to please me It doesn't matter. "

Qin Mo's face is a little ugly, he stares at her eyes, the voice is some low, "doesn't matter?"

"Well, even if it's something. Are you willing to remarry, Qin Mo? " He Huan stares at his eyes.

This time, Qin Mo did not open his mouth.

He Huan laughs knowingly, "you don't know if you do, and you don't think about it, do you? You may just feel uncomfortable in your heart. Qin Mo, let it go. It's the man who said let go

Her voice choked: "I went to the medicine box."

Although she thinks his wound is a little big, it should be done by a professional doctor, but if he has a fever later, he should be able to deal with it by himself.

Qin Mo looked at her back, slowly sat on the sofa, one hand pulled out a cigarette to light.

Eyes, but still locked in her body.

He Huan found the medicine box, took it and put it on the coffee table. Watching him smoke, he reached out to take off his cigarette end. But his hand caught her again, and his voice was low: "I said divorce. What's the relationship between my smoking and you?"

He huanman speechless, "then you smoke to death."

She didn't want to talk to him. She put her hand down and sat down beside him ready to bandage him.

Qin Mo side head, glaring at her: "not afraid I touch you again?"

"Unless you want to bleed to death." He Huan glared at him.

Qin Mo's eyes were dark. "You can touch without arms"

he Huan glared at him, "take off your shirt."

Qin Mo or very cooperate, take off the shirt, and then stare at her: "what else is to take off?"

He Huan ignored him and began to clean the wound for him. She put cotton in the clip and dipped iodine wine to wipe around the wound, which made the wound painful. Qin Mo smoked a cigarette and did not cry for pain. He just took a pair of eyes to stare at he Huan.

"I asked for it." He Huan did not sympathize with him. Keep rubbing his wounds.

After the wound was cleaned, he applied the wound medicine, and finally bandaged with gauze and bandage. He Huan had a lot of injuries on his arm. After he wrapped it up, he Huan said again: "tomorrow, I'd better go to the hospital and put some medicine on it. The wound is very large and may be inflamed."

"No Qin Mo got up lazily, single glove a shirt, "on good medicine, Miss He, you can leave."

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