Sweetheart at the bottom: Devil school grass, addicted to pets

Chapter 230 Misfire (3)

She hadn't woken up yet, and she was obediently lying on the bed, her face was dirty, just like when she was a child, she always didn't know how to protect her face.

From time to time, he would look at her little face with distress, and the movements of his hands became more and more gentle, and he finally rubbed the medicine on the burned skin, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Throwing the medicine bag she was carrying aside, she got up and went into the bathroom, came out with a plate of hot water, and began to wipe her face.

His movements were still very light, and he didn't wake her up even after wiping her face clean.

After wiping his face, he put down the towel, and his rough hands gently slid across her face, his throat trembling slightly, it was a thick and deep bass.

"Sorry, I'm late." The voice full of self-blame sounded particularly bleak.

Unfortunately, she couldn't hear it.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, where there was no tenderness at the place full of scars, only an evil and evil smile.

"My Jiu'er..." He gently hugged her body and hugged her into his arms, hugging her as intimately as he did when he was a child.

After quietly hugging her for a while, she whispered in her ear again: "I'm sorry, I'm not worthy of being your second senior brother in my current state. Forgive me for not allowing you to see me."

While talking, he rolled up the earth-red quilt, wrapped her body, then hugged her horizontally, got up and left.

Coming out of the old house, he quickly ran in the uninhabited alley, cleverly avoiding the place with cameras, ran for about ten minutes, and returned to the mountain.

When he returned to the wooden house again, the fire had been extinguished, and the people who participated in the fire fighting in the middle of the night fell to the ground exhausted, and most of them had already fallen asleep.

Except for one woman...

Seeing him, Jiao San stood up abruptly, now that the sky was bright, she finally saw that ferocious face completely and clearly.

Terrible... The first word she thought of was terrible, this face was terrible, and at the same time, she realized the sense of crisis, this man was very dangerous.

The man with the scar held Meng Xiaoxi in both hands, walked up to Jiao San, and said expressionlessly, "Don't tell her that I've been there, just say that An Yaoshun asked you to save her."

"Who are you?" Jiao San immediately asked him.

The man with the scar didn't answer, and hugged Meng Xiaoxi in front of her.

Jiao San was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to pick it up. As a bodyguard, she still had the arm strength to lift a malnourished girl, so she hugged Meng Xiaoxi easily.

Just as he was about to speak, the man with the scar suddenly left.

She immediately stopped him: "Hey, who are you?"

The scarred man paused for a moment, turned his head slightly, and said in an extremely low voice: "Greetings to An Yaoshun for me, I am Purple Eyes."

As soon as the voice fell, the person disappeared.

Jiao San blinked his eyes, his uncle, does this man need to be so fast!

So far, she has only seen one person with such a speed, and that is the little ghost in the blackened state.

Intuition told her that this man was not simple.

Purple eyes, very strange name, who is it?

No matter who he is, at least he is not an enemy. The most urgent task is to settle Meng Xiaoxi well, lest that wayward brat come back and destroy the earth.

Thinking of this, she immediately lowered her head to look at Meng Xiaoxi's face, this stupid girl was in a deep sleep, probably thought she was dead?

Without further ado, she yelled at those who were resting on the ground: "Don't sleep, get up!"

(End of this chapter)