"Get out--" Mo Fei spoke, and the pajamas on his chest were wet with the blood from the overflowing from his chest, soaking a piece of red.

Qian's mother covered her chest and pointed at Mo Fei, then looked at Qian Yikun again.

Qian Yikun's eyes fell on Mo Fei's chest at this moment, and he strode over and hugged her and got up to the bedroom, "Xinjian, send them away."

"Qian Yikun." Huang Jiaojiao screamed, still covering her face.

Qian's mother trembled with anger. His always filial son actually drove her away?

Xinya looked at the two women in front of him with trembling body, and did not dare to drive him away, so she could only wait for them to leave by themselves.

Qian Yikun returned to the room, stretched out his feet to kick the door, then held Mo Fei to the bed and put it down, and took the medicine box out of the drawer of the bedside table.

Could it be that she was lying on the bed, and the pain of tearing her chest came from her chest, and she just felt happy.

Qian Yikun reached out to unbutton her pajamas.

"What are you doing?" Because of the pain, Mo Fei's voice trembled involuntarily, and he reached out and tightly clasped Qian Yikun's wrist.

Qian Yikun waved her hand directly without any sympathy.

Or, the unknown anger anger made him angry, did this woman really not care about her life at all?

He and Gu Juexi were willing to offend Ye Cong's life to save him. She didn't know how to cherish it, so he was so angry.

Could it be that Qian Yikun had unbuttoned her pajamas because of the pain. Because of the injury, she was not wearing close-fitting clothes, but the gauze on her chest was full of blood stains, which was a bit scary.

Could it be that he has a good figure? Unfortunately, Qian Yikun was completely in a state of no mood to pay attention to the two on her chest. He bent down and hung on the air above her, reached out to untie the back of the bandage, and then slowly opened the bandage and took it. The gauze below was completely soaked in blood.

Qian Yikun frowned, and his chest seemed to be torn to pieces, and it hurt so much.

Didn't this woman feel anything about it?

May I held my hands tightly, and the cold sweat fell from my forehead, cursing in pain.

"It's damn, have you seen enough?" Mo Fei roared angrily, because she had involved the wound, and she cursed again without hesitation.

Could it be that the blood-stained gauze was taken off, and the wound inside was even more ferocious.

"Ye Cong beat him?" Qian Yikun's hand shook unconsciously, and reached out to get the ointment. It was Gu Juexi who gave it to him. He knew that there was no medicine outside.

Could it be that the pain made her scold her, she didn't cry, her eyes were still dry, but her forehead and hair were all sweaty.

"Did I beat it myself?" May Fei sneered.

Qian Yikun looked up and looked at the corner of her sneered mouth. If it weren't for the physiological reaction that could not deceive people, he would even think that this woman was unconscious.

She still didn't cry because she felt so painful. Is she really a woman?

"You can cry if you feel pain, no one will laugh at you." Qian Yikun said while applying medicine to her.

"Cry?" May Fei smiled, but this smile was ridiculed.

Could it be that she never cried, because tears have no value?

Mo Tian told her that in this world, tears are the most valuable thing and the weakest thing. Once a killer has tears, he is not far from death.

She is the killer she loves the most, and the so-called love is the most severe, so she has been trained more cruelly than others since she was a child. She has long no idea what crying is.
Chapter completed!