Thorny First Marriage

She cried so loud that I had a headache.

"No

"So my chin prosthesis came out?"

"If you don't take anesthetics, it will kill you." He said coldly.

The doctor was startled, even sang Qi looked at me more.

"Sew it for me. No more anesthetics." I said to the doctor.

The wound on my leg opened a big hole. If I wait, it will bloom like a flower.

I'm rather unlucky. When the doctor was going to sew the needle for me, he said that he had run out of anesthetic and had to go to the pharmacy to get it. He told me to wait for a while.

My wound was very deep. The iron sheet of an accessory in Yao Keyi's car cut my leg and needed cleaning and stitching.

When I got to the hospital, my head was dizzy and in a trance.

All along, I didn't snort.

I'm not Yao Keyi. I'll be coquettish with him, and I'll pass if I bear it.

I clenched my teeth and laughed at him: "guess."

"It hurts?" He asked me.

It's all right. As long as I don't sit with Yao Keyi, my ears are clean and I can endure the pain of my legs.

"Drive."

He picked me up and put me next to him.

He has been holding me to the back of the car, the car should be his bodyguard.

"Leave me by the side of the road." I said.

I pulled open the door and was about to get off. Sang Qi got off the car and bent over to pick me up.

Sang Qi looked back at me quickly, then asked the driver to stop at the side of the road.

I would rather take a taxi to the hospital than listen to Yao Keyi's nagging. Her voice aggravates my pain.

I put my hand on the shoulder of the man in the front seat, gritted my teeth and said to him, "stop, I want to get out of the car."

Can she shut up?

I'm dying of pain. Can I look good?

"Hello, summer solstice, why are you so pale?"

"Hello, summer solstice, did you pull my foot on purpose just now? My leg hurts."

But Yao Keyi kept talking to me: "Hello, summer solstice, just now you should have reminded me earlier, so I won't crash."

Leg pain, heart pain, I don't know if I hurt the bone, I feel cold sweat seeping out from my back, soaking my clothes.

At this time, I was still in the back seat with sugar in my mouth and my eyes closed.

She took it and put it in her mouth: "milk, I don't like dairy products."

"Really." I handed her a piece of milk candy: "this will calm the mood."

She looked at me suspiciously: "really?"

"It's OK. This scratch won't scar."

I looked down at her ankle, compared with mine, her injury is not called injury, just scratch the skin.

As she mended her makeup, she cried from time to time: "it's killing me. It's killing me. There will be scars on my legs."

She probably also wants to make up, I really took her, this time also take care of her face.

Yao Keyi looks in the mirror secretly with a small mirror, and then wipes off the mess on his face with a wet tissue.

The car started. It should take us to the hospital.

Then he got into the car and sat in the front seat.

I heard his magnetic voice telling the assistant, "you stay and explain to the police."

He didn't say a word, took me to the car, and then put me on the back seat of the car, sitting side by side with Yao Keyi.

"I'm fine." I told him in a low voice: "you take Yao Keyi to the hospital first!"

I felt him coming towards me, his tall body bending down towards me, and then he reached out and picked me up.

I lowered my head and put my head on my knee. The bleeding made me feel a little dizzy.

It's a simple bandage that can hold up to the police.

I pulled out the belt at the bottom of my T-shirt and tied it to my calf. When I was a reporter, I was often injured and had a routine.

I was wearing jeans made of washed cloth. The cloth was very thin, so it was scratched and bleeding from inside.

His eyes rested on my leg: "you're hurt."

"I called the police, waiting for the police to come." I looked up and told him.

He's kind of human. When we have an accident, he knows how to look back.

Then sitting on the side of the road, sang Qi stood several meters away from me and looked down at me: "don't you go?"

I throw Yao Keyi's bag: "your bag!"

I took something and went to her. I found that I didn't know when sang Qi came back. Now Yao Keyi was very low-key. He probably knew his face was like a ghost and didn't rush to her. He just sat in the car of Sang Qi with the help of the bodyguard.

I opened the door to take away my snacks, and took out Yao Keyi's bag on the seat.

She's so stupid. She's so stupid.She screamed behind me, "it's going to explode. What else do you have? You're not going to die! "

I got up from the ground and went to the co pilot to get my snacks with the sharp pain in my leg.

Because of inertia, I squatted on the ground, and she ran out of the car, crying and bubbling: "run, run quickly."

She was so miserable that I pulled her foot out.

"Ah, help..."

"shut up if you don't want to die. You're killing me!" I leaned into the car and held her feet in both hands. "You can bear it. It's going to be OK."

She really believed it and cried more bitterly than just now: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Yao Keyi's chest is big and brainless at first sight. It's estimated that TVB has seen too much, and she will believe what I said.

"Your car is leaking oil. If you don't get out of the car, it will explode!" I scared her. In fact, it's OK for the car to leak oil, as long as there is no open fire.

"No way!" She shook her head like a rattle: "I can't pull my feet out, I'll be in pain!"

"You hold me and I'll take your feet out."

She was frightened: "what for?"

What a charming lady. I'll call the police first, then open the car door and squat down.

"No, no, it hurts!"

"You're just stuck in your foot. You can't die!"

"No, no!" She cried for half a mile, people in the ground can hear: "it hurts so much, I will die!"

"Just pull out your feet."

I limped over to her side and stretched my head to have a look. Her foot was stuck between the accelerator and the brake. It should be OK to pull it out. At most, her ankle would be scratched.

"I'm stuck." She cried like a ghost, mascara stuck to her eyes.

She is still crying in the car, I looked at her irritably: "you come down, in the car for the new year?"

I should have hit my leg. It hurts.

"The skin is real!" She also had the face to say that I tried to get out of the car amid her howling.

"Your cheekbones are fake, too?" I exclaimed: "is there a real place in your face?"

"And the cheekbones?"

"Neither."

I'm not stupid. I don't know.

But I'm a little allergic to anesthetics. Last time I took anesthetics, I almost didn't kill me.

I light: "sew!"