Mommy is 17 years old: a genius son with a black belly

"Oh, in the past five or six years, I have basically not suffered any injuries. I used to be used to this kind of injury." Lu Zhen understated it.

Major Nolan sneered, "A stray bullet wound can be big or small. How much blood do you have to bleed and how deep is your wound before you are willing to take a look at your wound?"

He was angry, Lu Zhen could feel it.

It's just that he didn't understand why Major Nolan was angry.

If it were Mu Yunsheng and An Xiaoyao suffered such an injury, he would only gloat. Of course, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about his brothers, it's just that such wounds are commonplace for them.

It's not like the elders are dead, who would be sad because of a scar.

They have never been sad about such things.

Lu Zhen thought silently, well, the young master is the young master, with delicate skin and tender flesh, so it doesn't make a fuss to get hurt at all.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Nolan almost slapped him, and her voice became a little colder, "Lu Zhen!"

Lu Zhen begged for mercy, "Come on, come on, next time Xiaosheng loses a bead of blood, he should be bound up quickly, okay?"

Nolan suddenly saw a swell on his chest again, and his brows were slightly raised. It was an old wound. It seemed to be a long time ago. He became a fan. The scar was a little dry. It seemed that he didn't know how many years it had been.

Can't tell what caused it either.

Nolan seemed to have been slapped on the face, and suddenly felt that he should not have yelled at him so much.

Lu Zhen's skin is bronze, very healthy, her chest muscles are thin and slender, she doesn't look strong, but she is full of strength, her body shape is perfect, there is an imperfect scar on such a perfect chest muscle.

There is a saying, how could the elders not have a wound on their bodies.

That is meritorious service.

Nolan felt that this sentence was farting.

If there are no scars, who wants to have scars on their body.

Seeing that Major Nolan had been looking at his wound, Lu Zhen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "This injury was suffered when I was a child. It's been a long time. Don't ask me why I was injured. I don't remember."

"You don't remember?" Nolan's voice was as tense as the most tense strings.

"I don't remember." Lu Zhen spread her hands in a heartless manner.

Nolan closed his eyes suddenly, resisting the violence that was about to flood out of his eyes. He tried to tell himself, don't blame him, this little liar is just a little liar.

Who knows, whether he really doesn't remember, or remembers.

He didn't believe it, he could really forget it.

The past is like smoke, he still remembers the weight on Xiao Lu Zhen's body when he rushed over, he still remembers that Lu Zhen's blood stained his chest red, at that time he swore that he would never let him stand in front of him , Another drop of blood.

So many, heavy past events, how could he be remembered alone.

Lu Zhen, you must not forget.

Major Nolan opened his eyes again. All the turmoil in his eyes had disappeared, and he returned to calm. His hand stroked the scar. As soon as he touched it, Lu Zhen's muscles instantly stiffened.

Brother Lu quickly waved away Major Nolan, and pulled on the bathrobe as if nothing had happened. He didn't even realize that this was done too abruptly.

"Don't tease brother." Lu Zhen simply smashed the jar, laughing so wickedly.

Major Nolan snorted coldly, packed his tools, picked up the documents and put them in the file bag, and glanced over, "Come and rest."