How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1297 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 14 How about, let's run?
In the distance, Mu Xiaomin and the others suddenly heard their impatient voices: "Ugly?! Hurry up and carry things here! Missy has a lot of new things, let us carry them by ourselves?!"

The wound was not shallow, and blood beads came out continuously. Mu Cheng was probably afraid that the matter would become a big problem, so he didn't dare to press him any further, and ran away in a hurry.

Pudding hissed in pain and gasped, gritted his teeth and tore off the fast cloth from the cuff, wiped the dripping blood in a hurry, and trotted over.

She came over in a panic, and as soon as her fingers touched those exquisite packaging bags, Mu Xiaomin pushed her aside in disgust.

"Go, go! It's so dirty! Where did you go to fool around? Can you afford to pay for the blood on your hand that stained the young lady's clothes? These are all gifts from the president's wife, and each piece is worth thousands of gold! "

Pudding staggered from being pushed, wrinkling his little nose.

Cut, what's the big deal, how comfortable are the clothes given by the president's wife?
If you don't touch it, don't touch it, and she saves a lot of energy.

……

After tossing until 10 o'clock in the evening, I was exhausted.

As soon as the light came on, the little woman who couldn't wait to wait at the door rushed over.

When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks again, his face full of shock.

She was wearing a black T-shirt, but she could still vaguely see a large number of traces soaked in blood. There was a five or six centimeter long scratch on her neck, which was very deep.

Pudding took out a paper-wrapped steamed bun from his pocket and handed it to her: "Hey! Let's eat this tonight. Missy is in a bad mood, so she ordered you not to give me food, so she finally stole a steamed bun. "

The one next door picked it up, but didn't eat it. Baba followed behind her: "Do you want to take care of your injury?"

deal with?

Pudding wrinkled the tip of his nose, and threw himself on the bed in a slump: "I want to deal with it, but there is nothing here except water."

Mu Xiaomin and the others do have it in their dormitory. They used to be beaten up occasionally by the eldest lady, and they could secretly take some medicine while they were not paying attention, but there is none here.

The person next door thought about it, didn't say anything more, went to the bathroom and wrung out a hot towel, and helped her wipe off the dried blood on her neck bit by bit.

Even though she was extremely careful, it still made her gasp again and again.

The man next door tightly gripped the towel, and said with a serious face, "Why don't we run away? Go outside and have a look?"

"Run? Don't you know that in this Liangcheng, men can drag women away from the street at will? I don't want to be in the tiger's mouth right after I got out of the wolf's den."

The person next door seemed to be an ignorant person too, nodding with a deeply appreciative face.

After a pause, he wiped her hands, then broke off half of the steamed bun and handed it to her.

It can be regarded as a way to repay her kindness, and she is used to giving her half of the things in her hand every time.

Pudding lay down, took a bite of the steamed bun and chewed slowly.

The steamed buns are actually delicious, sweet and soft, and the more you chew, the more delicious they become. I don't know why Mu Xiaomin and the others disdain them so much, and rarely touch them.

The roof of the attic is covered with sheets of glass windows, which have been wiped clean and bright. Looking up, there is an endless galaxy of stars.

According to Mu Xiaomin and the others, every bit of starlight is a planet, a planet as big as the earth.

I don't know if there are people like them living there, and if they are also living a life where they don't dare to look at tomorrow after today.

(End of this chapter)