Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 169
She immediately hid back: "what are you doing?"

Fu Sicheng said: "Apply the medicine. You look down and see how your shoulders and chest are being strangled by the seat belt."

Hearing this, Song Rao slowly lowered her head, looked into the collar of her clothes, and saw a red blood mark on her chest.

At that time, when the big red truck ran over, and when the car rushed off the bridge, her body inevitably leaned forward due to the strong inertia, and she was naturally strangled by the seat belt.

Suddenly there was a hot pain.After she woke up, she didn't notice or feel it. She didn't know it was okay, but now she knows it. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

In a daze, Fu Sicheng had already opened the medicine, squeezed it on the pads of his fingers, and gently applied the cold ointment to the position a little below her collarbone.

The slightly rough fingertips rubbed the delicate skin.

Not knowing if the ointment was too cold, or because he resisted Fu Sicheng's touch, Song Rao hid back like an electric shock.

"Don't move." Fu Sicheng's tone was somewhat commanding.

The hospital gown on Song Rao's body was wide and wide, and when Fu Sicheng picked it up with his fingertips, half of her fragrant shoulders were exposed, and she suddenly felt a little chilly.

The red mark drawn by the seat belt was wide and long, and printed on Song Rao's fair and tender skin, it was very dazzling.

Fu Sicheng carefully smeared the ointment on her. His fingers stretched from her shoulders, to her collarbone, chest, and then down, until her fingertips touched a piece of softness.

Using both hands, Song Rao pushed Fu Sicheng's big hand away, and said hurriedly, "...I'll do it myself."

She grabbed the neckline tightly, snatched the ointment from Fu Sicheng's hand, and then turned sideways to apply the ointment.

Seeing her like this, Fu Sicheng said without any tact: "It's not like I haven't touched her before, so why be shy."

He has not only touched, but he has grasped, held, rubbed, played with, and even kissed through the thin fabric.

He knew the size and shape perfectly.

Fu Sicheng thought about the feel and taste, it was wonderful.

Song Rao's ears burned, she gritted her teeth secretly, and held back.

Looking at Song Rao who was applying the medicine with her back turned to her, Fu Sicheng told her: "The brake failure of your car is not a malfunction, it is man-made."

Song Rao stopped, turned her head to look at him immediately, remained silent for two seconds, and asked, "Who did it?"

Fu Sicheng: "Lin Yuxin ordered Anda to do it."

Song Rao's face turned cold.

Just be on the safe side and let Anda stab the knife.

"It's enough to be angry, don't make your body angry, anyway, the two of them will not appear in front of you in the future."

Song Rao looked at him, and after a while: "You said you have something to do, are you going to avenge me?"

Fu Sicheng: "Yes."

Song Rao: "What did you do to Lin Yuxin? She is your cousin, how do you explain to your mother and grandma?"

"It's nothing, it's just a broken leg. In addition, I don't need to explain to anyone. I already miss my mother and grandma very much, otherwise I wouldn't just want her one leg."

Song Rao's eyelashes trembled, and she turned sideways.

Her already confused heart became even more confused now.

After taking the medicine, the pain lessened a lot.

Fu Sicheng said it was getting late and asked her to lie down and rest.

Song Rao lay down.

But Fu Sicheng stared at her, and said after a while, "I thought you would ask me to lie down together."

Song Rao said nonchalantly: "If you want, I can't refuse."

Such a tone, such a way of speaking, made Fu Sicheng suddenly think of the time when Song Rao's mood was erratic after visiting his father twice in a month.

He didn't think much about it, he just thought Song Rao was frightened.

In the end, he added an extra bed next to her.

At night, Fu Sicheng woke up, his head was unusually groggy, his throat felt like he had swallowed the tip of a needle, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

All night, he woke up and fell asleep, sweating all over his body, his whole body was indescribably tired.

The next day, Fu Sicheng's condition was obviously not good.

(End of this chapter)