Fast Transmigration Big Brother Wants Candy

Chapter 151 I Can Only Touch My Head (11)
"Really?" A clear and murderous female voice sounded from behind.

As the female voice fell, the unique sound of a police car sounded.

Several young people panicked immediately, and the yellow-toothed young man immediately let go of Qiao Ruan, allowing him to hit the ground heavily.

Qiao Luo saw a few gangsters surrounding a frail and embarrassed young man. His head was dripping with blood, his fair face was scratched by stones, his clothes were disheveled, and his arms were burnt by cigarette butts.

Her face immediately sank.

He quickly ran to the boy, carefully lifted him up, took off his coat and put it on him.

Then a princess picked him up and walked up to the young man step by step.

With a gloomy face, in his panicked eyes, he freed one hand and punched his dirty face, and then many fists hit his face.

"Who allowed you to bully him? Why do you bully him?" He punched him in the stomach.

"You social scum, why do you live in this world, why do you eat rice?" Kicked him.

"Your parents worked so hard to bring you up just to let you torture others like this? Do you still have face?" Another kick.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to the people you bullied? How dare you live?"

She didn't know how many punches she punched, but the man had no strength to fight back, and bent down in pain to beg for mercy.

It wasn't until several armed policemen in uniform stepped forward to stop them and handcuffed the hands of several young people that she reluctantly stopped her violence.

Several armed policemen had already understood what had happened and glanced at the person in her arms.

A Yaoyaoling said: "Miss, we don't plan to pursue your actions just now. You can send the victim to the hospital now, but you must find a time to go to the police station this week."

Qiao Luo nodded: "Can I go now?"

"Okay."

Before Qiao Luo left, he was still a little unwilling and gave every young man a kick.

Only then did he leave in style.

on the bench

Qiao Luo put aside the cotton swab, alcohol gauze and various medicines bought from the pharmacy, lightly dipped a little alcohol with a cotton swab, and carefully wiped the blood on his head.

The young boy's long eyelashes trembled violently, and he curled up in her arms, feeling extremely insecure.

Her coat fell to the ground.

Qiao Luo bent down to pick it up and put it on him again.

"Is it cold?" she asked warmly.

The little boy shook his head slightly, unwilling to open his eyes.

Afraid that he would be cold, Qiao Luo wrapped his arms around him, and carefully treated his wound with the other hand.

The cold alcohol touched the wound, and the boy's body trembled instantly.

Qiao Luo coaxed him in a low voice: "Be patient, the pain will stop soon."

The young boy was really delicate, he couldn't stand any pain, his skin was tender and tender, which made people feel distressed.

Fortunately, although the blood on the head was terrifying, the wound was small and there were no stones mixed in.

After finally cleaning up the blood on his head, she carefully sprinkled the powder on the gauze and bandaged him.

The boy's body trembled even more.

After treating the head injury, Qiao Luo carried him to a nearby hotel and got a room.

He can't go to school for the time being.

As soon as he entered the room and put Qiao Ruan on the sofa, he grabbed the corner of his clothes.

His tone was stained with crying: "I want to take a bath..."

There is a lot of blood on him...

His body was touched by that dirty human...

he gets dirty...

Qiao Luo objected subconsciously: "No!"

He is wounded!
　We, Qiao Ruan, are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)