"The Lancasters? What trouble—"
Huo Qi cursed in a low voice, "Go to stop the bleeding first."
"Miss Song..."
"You don't need to worry about that side," Huo Jiu dragged him into the car, thinking of the eyes he saw just now, he still felt hairy.
The medical team brought in quickly gave Huo Jiu an injection, then cut off his clothes, and began to treat the horrific wound.
Huo Qi didn't change his expression, "Did you survive?"
Huo Jiu let out a low laugh. He was leaning lazily in the chair with his upper body bare. When the alcohol on the tweezers of the medical staff touched his wound, he made a 'hissing' gasp, "Is there a cigarette? Get one."
He lifted his chin, and the car was filled with the smell of blood.
Huo Qi threw a pack of cigarettes to him, "Smoking less, if you are smelled by Mr., you should be punished again."
After speaking, he waved his hand and jumped out of the car, and began to lead people to clean up the mess.
At the same time, if there is any breath left, just tie it up and take it back.
The rusty smell permeated Song Yaoyao's mouth, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slowly, and she opened her eyes in confusion.
In the mottled light and shadow, that clear face changed from blurred to clear.
"Sober?"
After her head was rubbed, Song Yaoyao realized that the man's voice was unnaturally hoarse.
She froze slightly, and licked the corner of her lower lip. The strong smell of blood filled her mouth, which was disgusting.
"Brother, brother..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man's blood-soaked shirt and white cloth, which made her look even more shocking.
Song Yaoyao's body trembled uncontrollably for an instant, "I..." She opened her mouth, flustered and at a loss, "Am I..."
She's actually quite normal, and hasn't lost control for a long time.
In her previous life, she would occasionally suddenly become irritable and lose control of her mind. But when she wakes up, it is always difficult to remember what happened when she lost control. Every time I woke up, I was faced with the concerned eyes of my parents and brothers.
But after a long time, Song Yaoyao also discovered that she was not normal.
Therefore, she stopped trying to contact the outside world and immersed herself in her own world. To learn, to see, from the perspective of a bystander.
Later, her grandfather took her and started to learn about medical skills, and Song Yaoyao was even quieter.
Even sometimes, she has to believe in the comfort of her parents and brothers.
Nothing happened, she was just dreaming...
a bad dream.
But now—
She is out of control again!
The girl trembled in his arms, her slender body trembling like chaff. The fingertips holding his shirt turned white, her eyes were red, and she turned her head to try to see the mess behind her.
"Don't look."
A big palm gently blocked her eyes, pampering her gently, as always.
His melodious and low-pitched voice rang in his ears, his vision was deprived, and other perceptions would be magnified several times in an instant.
In his palm, Huo Yunque could feel how chaotic the girl's mood was. The little girl who had never been scared before was really frightened this time.
Hot liquid constantly wet his palms, and wet eyelashes slid across his skin.
The hot Huo Yunque even tightened his heart.
"Brother... I'm sorry... I really don't know, I..."
"Okay, okay?"
A soft kiss fell on the top of the girl's hair, and her zither-like voice became more gentle.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. If you are tired, just sleep, and everything will pass when you wake up."
His slender fingers gently combed the girl's long hair. bosom