The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 70 Can I Use You

The girl put the medicine aside: "Luo Jian?"

Only diamond card holders can enter the sixth floor, and there are only six people in CHEERS who have diamond cards. Among them, do you remember the surname You Luo?

Meng Shuixin opened the door, and there was a tall and tall Luo Jian standing next to the waiter. He looked at himself for a while, and then said quietly: "Meng Shuixin, every time I see you, I feel like I'm hallucinating..."

"Is there something wrong?" Meng Shuixin waved the waiter away.

Luo Jian bypassed Meng Shuixin and went straight into the room: "I thought you really didn't remember. Now, since you're here, I'm afraid 'forgetting' is another trick of your Miss Meng?"

"You seem to have come in uninvited." Meng Shuixin leaned against the door and said coldly.

Luo Jian turned around abruptly and pulled Meng Shuixin into the room without even closing the door.

Meng Shuixin was imprisoned on the chair by Luo Jian's long and powerful arms.

The young man approached him with strong pressure, and his voice was full of disdain: "Why, does Miss Meng know how to write the word 'reserved'? I didn't feel it at all that night! Why don't I let Miss Meng Aftertaste, how about it?"

Meng Shuixin didn't speak, but looked at the tall boy in front of him with calm eyes.

"Hehe, does Miss Meng have to cover her eyes to find it interesting?" Luo Jian's words were full of ridicule.

Meng Shuixin was taken aback, blindfolded?

In the previous life, Meng Shuixin and a group of drinking and meat friends liked to play this kind of boring game, but he rarely lost, except for that one time when he lost to Mo Han.

In order to get angry, I walked into that room, and there was a boy who also lost the bet.

The boy was very disciplined, and the black cloth over his eyes did not move, unlike himself, who threw away the cloth as soon as he came in.

Meng Shuixin almost forgot all the conversations at that time, and even now, he can barely remember three or four sentences.

For example, the boy said: "Hurry up if you want to do it, don't whine about it, let them see the joke!"

For example, she said: "So anxious, you won't be the first time, right? Then I don't want it, I don't know anything!"

For example, the boy held back his anger but said in an obviously nervous tone, "You'll know if you try it?"

Maybe I also said something to the boy. It seems that I was in a bad mood and my mood fluctuated a little, but I can’t remember it. After all, for Meng Shuixin now, this time interval is not just a few months .

later……

There was really no later, I should have left through the back door of that room very soberly.

It's just that he obviously didn't do anything, why did this boy have sex one by one?

Luo Jian looked at the silent girl, her eyes flickered for a moment, then she looked at the potion and bandages on the table, and asked, "Are you injured?"

The girl didn't respond, but frowned slightly. Luo Jian sighed, and the anger in her eyes was replaced by deep helplessness: "Since you're back here, aren't you willing to admit what happened between us?"

"Luo Jian, I think we need to talk, you may have misunderstood something..." Meng Shuixin said lightly.

"What do you want to say, do you want to say that you were just a game played by Miss Meng that night! And I, am I just one of the many men you played with?" Luo Jian punched the table with a glass top It shattered instantly, and the boy's hands were stained with blood.

Meng Shuixin's arm was pressed by Luo Jian, and she felt a numb pain, but she still reluctantly pressed the phone next to her and said, "Transfer to Mr. Song's room and tell him that Luo Jian is in CHEERS, what should I say?" Tell me everything you need to say!"

Luo Jian slammed down the phone and said, "What do you mean? Meng Shuixin?!"

"I remember that night, another wave of bettors was with Song Chun." Meng Shuixin looked at the boy who seemed about to erupt, "You and him are friends? Then I think something, your friend It will be clearer than me, I just ran into him downstairs, and he is here today. Coincidentally, I have also become very curious about this matter."

"What exactly do you want to say? What does the matter between us have to do with him?" Luo Jian almost bit out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Wen Jingrong..." Suddenly, the girl whispered three words without warning.

Anger burst out of Luo Jian's eyes, he tightly grabbed the girl's injured arm, and shouted: "I am right in front of you, do you have to call the name of a man who is not here?"

At this moment, a young man's warm voice sounded at the door, faintly, like the wind drifting into the room: "I am..."

Watching Luo Jian leave above him, Meng Shuixin shrugged helplessly.

And the boy leaned against the door, looking at himself with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Wen Jingrong didn't give Luo Jian a chance to speak, and said directly: "Just now when I was downstairs, I saw Zall being blocked by some people at the intersection, are you sure you don't want to go and see?"

"Drow?" Luo Jian stood up, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"I think you will believe it..." the boy said calmly.

Luo Jian took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and flung himself away. When he passed by Wen Jingrong, he deliberately slammed into the side.

The boy didn't seem to move at all, but Luo Jian didn't touch the boy at all.

Wen Jingrong walked up to the girl, looked at the medicine that the girl had scattered on the ground, and after a few minutes, half-kneeled at the girl's feet and lifted the girl's injured arm.

Looking at the pharmacy bag beside Wen Jingrong, Meng Shuixin asked, "Have you gone to buy medicine?"

Wen Jingrong didn't speak, but just rinsed off the medicine that Meng Shuixin had just applied with clean water.

"I thought you were gone..."

Wen Jingrong was still silent, and wiped Meng Shuixin's wound slowly and lightly. The young man's technique was very professional and careful, except for occasional slight tingling.

"Beauty, you are so domineering, I'm almost ready for the medicine..." Meng Shuixin said, looking at the pile of ointments beside her.

Wen Jingrong was concentrating on treating the girl's wound, and did not raise her head: "Student Meng Shuixin, if you really want to finish applying the ointment, your wound may be infected tonight, and tomorrow, your arm will be infected." It's about to be scrapped..."

Meng Shuixin opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

"Student Meng Shuixin, you like to tell yourself that there are some things that everyone is not good at, but you can do it overnight?" Wen Jingrong helped Meng Shuixin wrap the gauze round by round, his words were very slow and very slow light.

Meng Shuixin looked at the way he handled it hundreds of times better than himself and said: "You speak like a tongue twister, and it's a tongue twister that's hard to understand..."

The boy suddenly raised his head, looked into the girl's eyes, and said with a faint smile, "Student Meng Shuixin, you can actually try to rely on others, or use others..."

(End of this chapter)