Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"Ah? No! " Luo Xiaojing shunshi a hide, the right hand in time to reach out a rescue.

After catching the purple tourmaline material in her arms and holding it firmly, she explained to Leng Yu with a smile: "boss, you said assistant Xin came to deliver the material in the morning, but I didn't expect you to come in person. I'm a little surprised."

Don't let Dashen know that her left arm is injured. If you can prevaricate for a while, you can prevaricate for a while.

"Yesterday I fixed the shape of the purple tourmaline. I just pushed a little shape out." She casually looking for the topic, turned to put the purple tourmaline material out into the material box, eyebrow hard twist.

Big God hold that really special pain, pain of her cold sweat will come out.

"I'm still a little bit afraid of breaking, so the progress is a little slow."

Luo Xiaojing uses too many words to cover up her panic. As soon as her voice falls, her work clothes are suddenly pulled off.

Did not wait for reaction to come over, Leng Yu already rolled up the sleeve of her left arm.

She wants to break free, but where can she use her strength? When her arm exposed to the air feels cool, Leng Yu's cold voice questions like thunder: "not hurt? So what's this? "

Even if the place hit by yellow hair is not pasted with ointment, the swollen cyanosis is also very obvious.

Luo Xiaojing shrunk his hand and said in a very low voice, "it's just a small injury. It's nothing serious."

If you keep it for a few more days, you may be able to stabilize the crystal.

"Little hurt?" The haze of cold Yu eye ground accumulates more thick, "how to do?"

"By accident."

Luo Xiaojing wants to pull her hand back, but she is so seized by the great God that she has to turn her head to one side for fear that the great God will see that she is lying.

Strong cold wind hit at this time: "Luo Xiaojing, you are lying."

"It's really a collision." She doesn't want to admit it yet.

Leng Yu's deep eyes were all dyed black with anger, and his voice was cold: "now that I know you are injured, I will find out how you are injured. If there is no accident, you should be tallying in jingsongfang on this weekend, and you should be injured in the store."

"I..."

"Even if it's carrying crystal stones, you can't hit it like this."

Leng Yu doesn't give Luo Xiaojing a chance to argue at all. His aggressive eyes seem to be able to penetrate Luo Xiaojing's disguise one inch further.

"Luo Xiaojing, I'll give you another chance. How did you hurt yourself?"

The cold breath came closer, and Luo Xiaojing subconsciously closed his eyes: "actually..."

What she guessed was right. As expected, nothing could escape the eyes of the great God.

But she didn't want to.

"Luo Xiaojing!"

Leng Yu suddenly raises the angry voice to frighten Luo Xiaojing to shake, and the brain that still wants to struggle suddenly crashes.

"A few gangsters suddenly broke into jingsongfang and smashed the crystal stone in the counter. I think they rushed to protect the most expensive Hetian seed material in the shop, and then I..."

The expression on Luo Xiaojing's face is worse than the bruise on his left arm.

Leng Yu frowned and became a deep ditch: "is it Luo Meili again?"

"Those thugs run away after smashing the crystal stone, and they don't know if they are ordered by Luo Meili."

Leng Yu's face was sinister and terrible. He took Luo Xiaojing's hand and said, "there will be no one else except her."

He should have thought that Luo Meili would still be entangled. When the appeal receipt came down, he sent several people to Jingsong square to guard. At that time, Hou Luo Meili was always sneaking around outside the store. After quarreling with Luo Xiaojing, he pulls people back. Unexpectedly, only a few days later, she goes to smash the shop.

Taking out the mobile phone, Leng Yu dials the number and walks out.

"How many years will it take to instigate others to smash property and cause injury or damage?"

Before the voice of a lawyer came from the receiver, Leng Yu went straight to the subject.

"Yes, jingsongfang shop was smashed, but now there is no evidence that Luo Meili instigated it."

The lawyer didn't know what to say. Leng Yu responded. After a few words, he said, "it should be Jingjiang Institute. Go and ask about the specific situation. Anyway, I will send Luo Meili to prison at all costs."

The angry man, whose face was getting colder and colder, explained a few more words. He hung up the phone and went back to the carving room.

Luo Xiaojing always pokes his head when Leng Yu goes out. When he comes back, he immediately stands on one side and looks down like a quail.

She didn't dare to open her mouth when Dashen didn't speak. After waiting for a long time, she couldn't help but look up and found that Dashen was staring at the injured part of her left arm.

The first feeling of God in forbearance, perhaps when it will break out, she subconsciously stood back, weak: "boss, I'm sorry."

Then she quickly raised her right hand to promise: "I will never delay the carving of Louis XIV rose, I..."

"You want to carve like this?" With a rude interruption, Leng yuhen shook Luo Xiaojing's head and poured out all the water in her head. "Do you know you are a sculptor? Do you know how important your two hands are to the sculptor? Do you want to carve when you are like this? Are you crazy or stupid?"The reprimand is still coming, but it's different from what Luo Xiaojing imagined. Her head is lower, and her voice has a strong nasal voice: "I'm not crazy or stupid, I'm just afraid to delay the progress of Louis XIV rose."

"To exchange your carving career for a Louis XIV rose, you said you were not stupid?" Leng Yu was almost mad by Luo Xiaojing. "Is Hotan seed material more important than your hand? Do you know that if it's on your finger, you can't take a knife anymore? "

"But that's jingsongfang!" Luo Xiaojing's emotions suddenly burst out, "do you understand? I only have jingsongfang. I have nothing but jingsongfang. "

Didn't she know it might hurt her hand? She knew, but at that time, she had no choice. She couldn't watch those thugs smash.

"You have me."

Mellow voice suddenly sounded, Luo Xiaojing a Zheng, was cold Yu into the warm embrace.

He didn't dare to touch her left arm, holding it falsely. His anger seemed to dissipate in an instant. He was close to her ear and repeated it more firmly: "Luo Xiaojing, you still have me."

He was angry that Luo Xiaojing didn't tell him anything. He was only fighting alone. He was angry that after jingsongfang was smashed, she clenched her teeth and didn't say a word. He was even more angry that she was like this, and worried about the progress of Louis XIV rose.

He is distressed, distressed, pretending to be strong Luo Xiaojing.

Holding her hand tight again, the woman in his arms moved restlessly. He sighed heavily: "is it very painful?"

Very painful, really painful, but from the day of injury to now, Luo Xiaojing did not shed a drop of tears, she thought she was strong enough, but Leng Yu care about a word, suddenly let her rout.

"Well." She answered softly, her eyes misty.