boom!
Lu Jinshen was caught off guard and kicked out of bed by Tong Qiao.
Tong Qiao sat up from the bed and looked coldly at the man who fell on the carpet, "Whoever climbed on my bed and dared to press me down, do you really think I'm easy to bully?!"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
Tong Qiao saw the man on the carpet, holding his head in one hand and hiding his face in his arms, unable to see his expression clearly.
The other hand covered his chest, and his legs slowly curled up.
The back is arched and shaped like a shrimp.
"Lu Jinshen, don't pretend to be a fool. If you dare to climb into my bed, you must have the guts to bear the consequences." Tong Qiao sat on the bed unmoved.
"It hurts, it really hurts. You kicked my previous wound, and it probably split open." Lu Jinshen's handsome face turned a little, gave Tong Qiao a painful look, then turned back, and nestled in his arms. , seems to be enduring the pain, very uncomfortable.
The curtains were not opened and the light in the room was not very bright. Tong Qiao could not see clearly what was happening to the man on the carpet in the distance.
The wound he had kicked in his mind was probably split open, and his face turned pale with fear.
Tong Qiao's eyebrows were filled with worry. As he got out of bed and walked towards Lu Jinshen, he said harshly: "If it breaks, it will break. Who told you to mess with me? You dare to restrain me. You deserve it. You brought this on yourself." .”
Lu Jin hugged his chest and huddled on the ground, motionless, as if he had fainted.
Tong Qiao walked up to Lu Jinshen, and gently pushed the man's shoulder with her round, shoeless feet, "Lu Jinshen, get up quickly, don't pretend to be dead for me."
The man made no move at all.
The foot on Lu Jinshen's shoulder pushed again, and this time his voice was obviously filled with worry, "Lu Jinshen, get up, do you hear me?"
The man still didn't respond.
Tong Qiao could no longer remain calm. She pretended not to care and collapsed instantly. She squatted down and held Lu Jinshen's shoulders. She didn't dare to use too much force for fear that his wounds would be more painful. She only dared to push gently, "Lu Jinshen Jin Shen, stop pretending, it’s not fun at all.”
Still no response.
Tong Qiao sat on her knees on the ground, lowered her body, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of guilt and worry. Her thin white hand came to the man's chin, and she slowly turned his head. The man's angular face immediately appeared in front of her eyes.
But those eyes as deep as a pool were closed at the moment, and the quiet and fragile look made Tong Qiao's heart ache, "Lu Jinshen, don't scare me, I didn't expect to be so heavy, why do you have to be trapped?" Me, I was so angry with you that my forehead became hot, and my actions were no longer serious... "
Lu Jinshen slowly opened his eyelids a slit. In the narrow slit, the woman's eyes were red and she was about to cry. Her words gradually became sobbing, "Lu Jinshen, wake up quickly... I was wrong, I don't It's time to kick you... I'll listen to your explanation, isn't it okay to just listen to your explanation... "
Tong Qiao's mind was in a mess now, her panic and nervousness were evident on her face. When she thought about it, her feet became weak and she could only look at the door and shout: "Aunt Lin, help..."
As soon as the word "ming" was spoken, his arm was pulled by something, and Tong Qiao fell to the ground.
Before she could realize what was going on, she was pressed against the carpet by something.
"Are you so nervous about me?"
Tong Qiao blinked her eyes twice, recovered from the dizziness of falling, and looked at the man with a smile on her body. The anger in her heart was overwhelming in an instant, but behind the anger, there was a sense of happiness that was hard to ignore. It grows deep in my heart.
That feeling of joy that this man was not dead.
Tong Qiao was so angry that he yelled and wanted to hit Lu Jinshen in the face, but he was suppressed by him and couldn't hit him. He could only make fists with both hands and say hello to his back, "Lu Jinshen, you bastard, is this fun?" ?Why don’t I kick you to death?”
"Cough cough cough...it hurts..."
"Still pretending? Do you think I will fall for you? You bastard, I'll beat you to death." Tong Qiao kept hitting Lu Jinshen's back with his little fist.
Lu Jin endured the sharp pain in his back, grabbed one of Tong Qiao's hands, and said with a pale face, "I'm not lying to you this time. I was stabbed in the back last time, and I'm still not fully recovered."
Tong Qiao's uncaught hand paused in the air, and she was stunned.
Yes, he did have injuries on his back, but he still held her and blocked the knife for her.
There was no wound on his chest at all, so she kicked him in the chest, and there was no wound at all. She became worried, panicked, and completely forgot about it.
Everything was straightened out at this moment, but Tong Qiao couldn't care less about being angry, because she felt that Lu Jinshen's breathing was a little heavy, and the color on his face was gone, and he was very pale. She pushed the man on top of her, obviously feeling very worried. , but he said unforgivingly, "Why don't you get out of here? Do you want me to beat you to death?"
Lu Jinshen held the carpet with one hand, pursed his thin lips, and got off Tong Qiao, falling to the ground, breathing heavily.
Tong Qiao immediately got up from the ground, knelt beside Lu Jinshen, and went to check his back.
The navy blue pajamas he wore didn't reveal much from the outside.
Tong Qiao lifted up the hem of Lu Jinshen's clothes and tilted her head to see that his honey-colored skin was dazzlingly red, right at the place where he was injured last time.
It looks like the wound is really open.
Crow's mouth, this can be said accurately.
Tong Qiao gently put down Lu Jinshen's clothes and scolded him heavily, "You bastard, you deserve it!"
But the man had already gotten up from the ground, ready to get the medicine kit.
Lu Jin took a deep breath, turned around and lay straight on the ground. His wound hurt when it touched the ground, and he frowned slightly.
Tong Qiao took two steps out and then came back, squatting on the ground and pushing Lu Jinshen's shoulders, "Are you stupid? The wound is on your back, and you are still lying down. Get over here."
Lu Jinshen lay still, the corners of his pale mouth curved in a charming way, "Care about me?"
Tong Qiao gave Lu Jin a cold look, then pushed the man who was lying motionless on the ground, "Who cares about you? I'm worried that you will stain the carpet, so get out of here."
Lu Jinshen still lay still, but the smile in his eyes grew stronger, "If the carpet is dirty, it's dirty. Change it to a new one."
Tong Qiao looked at Lu Jinshen for two seconds. The more he smiled, the angrier she became. She wanted to hit him, but she couldn't because the old man was injured. "You can do whatever you want. I won't die anyway, so I don't care."
Lu Jinshen grabbed Tong Qiao's wrist, and he held her back when she had just risen a little.
He looked at her with deep eyes and said softly, "Last night Leilei put female eyebrow medicine in the tea. I didn't drink the tea, but Yu Fei drank it. I drove back, and Leilei called me on the way. I called her back. By the time Fu Zhaiyu Fei's medicine had taken effect and she was unconscious, I poured cold water on her with the shower head, and she temporarily regained consciousness. However, she was feeling weak and couldn't stand steady, so I wrapped her in a bath towel and sent her away. Go to the hospital."
Tong Qiao was so shocked by Lu Jinshen's words that she couldn't react. Fu Zhilei drugged her own brother? Is this woman sick
It took a few seconds for Tong Qiao to come back to her senses. She looked at the man on the ground and asked, "Why didn't you say this when I asked you to explain it last night?"