The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1877 Injury

The pretty boy's movements were not meticulous. It was getting dark and there was no light. He did not strike lightly or hard. He probably touched the woman's wound. She groaned, rolled over and rolled off the seat. Fortunately, the pretty boy blocked it with his legs. , his knees touched her and pushed back.

Yan Chi frowned, got out of the car, and took out the cigarette case. Most of the cigarettes were soaked in blood. He pulled out a relatively clean one from the corner. There was blood on the end of the tobacco leaf, so he simply took it out. He pinched off a section, tapped the end of the filter on his bent knuckles, and then lit a cigarette skillfully. There was no smoke left in the remaining half of the box, so he threw it away.

It took a long time for the pretty boy to come over. There was a lot of blood on his hands. There was a river next to him. He went there to wash his hands and came back with a bucket.

"You are also injured, why don't you deal with it?"

Yan Chi glanced at him, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know. I've done everything I need to do. I have all the medicines and no critical injuries. It's the same thing when you go to the hospital. It's easy to be discovered. It's better to just stay here for one night."

The pretty boy was too lazy to be serious, but what he said was too heartless. Rather than worrying about the woman's safety, his depressed and resentful look was more like he was worried about his own situation.

"Any more cigarettes?" he asked.

Yan Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, took a puff from the cigarette, then took it out and held it between two fingers and handed it to him.

The pretty girl secretly rubbed her face in disgust, "If you really don't want to give it, just give it to me. Grandpa, who are you insulting? If I kiss you indirectly, won't you become a bender?"

"Only this half stick is left. If you don't pull it off," Yan Chi was picky and disgusted, "I don't like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a head came up in front of him, with a face filled with bitterness and hatred.

"Say it as if I like you!"

Yan Chi raised his eyebrows, and the pretty boy immediately retracted, quickly snatched the cigarette from his hand, put it in his mouth and took a puff, but he choked on the taste of blood that was mixed in his mouth.

He originally wanted to find fault, but when he looked at his hands, instead of blaming the smoke, he blamed the smell of blood on his hands for being so strong that it couldn't be dissipated even after washing. "never mind."

He held the cigarette in his mouth and hummed, "I'll just smoke it, what can I do?"

Yan Chi ignored him. He found something from the medical kit. The injuries on his hands were minor. When the car crashed, his waist hit the car door and there were two cuts from the broken window glass.

He turned on the flashlight, pointed it at the wound, and used tweezers to pick out the broken glass stuck in the wound.

"Ouch!"

The pretty girl almost jumped up, "The injury is so serious, how can you endure it all the way?"

"Cut some gauze and give it to me," Yan Chi said.

"Awesome, you are so awesome. How can you be so good at pretending? I didn't hear you snort the whole way. If this kind of injury had happened to me, I would have screamed and screamed. It was so painful that I died..."

Yan Chi raised his eyes and frowned, "Envy? I picked up the glass, scratched your waist and stuffed it back?"

"Don't... I'm small and weak, so I can't bear it."

Yan Chi kicked the medicine box in front of him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Find it."

"Oh!"

The pretty boy found a roll of gauze, and after Yan Chi had finished treating the wound, he came over and wrapped it around him, round and round. When the last round came, he quietly glanced at the back of Yan Chi's head, and then quietly tied the knot. When doing so, deliberately tighten it hard.

The next second, one of his arms was grabbed, and he turned around in the air without even seeing how Yan Chi moved. It was like carrying a chicken, and even if he was sitting down, he could throw him over his shoulder.