my husband is a killer

Chapter 60 The Second Batch of Killers 4
The hand remained still, and the heart-wrenching pain at the moment the glass was pulled out seemed to have gradually subsided, leaving only burning numbness. She slowly turned her head to say something to him, but suddenly saw him blazing with anger eyes.

"Why do you want to open the door?" He asked, with the danger of a storm coming in his depressed tone, "Didn't you say that you can't open the door no matter what, don't you understand, don't you understand?" After a few words, he has completely roared.

"I didn't mean it...they kept crying...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry..." She stammered and explained, she was so frightened by his sudden anger that she couldn't stop crying.

"Why are you crying? You still have the guts to cry?" He glanced at the shards of glass all over the floor, and he had roughly guessed why the glass got stuck into her palm. He couldn't help frowning, and his tone was even worse. Don't you know how to deal with people? Don't provoke them, try to protect yourself! And what are you doing, what kind of hero are you playing, who wants you to meddle in your own business?"

"I didn't do it on purpose... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She apologized repeatedly, unable to bear his anger, she reached out to pull him, but heard an even more annoyed voice!

"Don't touch your hand! Lan Jiao... Lan Jiao... you——you—" He held her injured hand, and was speechless for a while, only feeling a sudden sharp pain in his chest!
"What's wrong with you, the wound hurts again?" She panicked, and put her other hand close to his chest, just then she heard Ji Akong's voice:
"What are you doing, why are you kneeling on the ground?"

"Doctor—" she screamed, "his wound—his wound—"

Ji Akong immediately put his back on his back and rushed over, squatting down to check the patient's injuries, but he blocked his hand!

"When will there be a boat?" He asked in a low voice, enduring the pain.

"Two days to go—"

"Can't wait any longer, we're leaving right now!" His face was livid, his tone undeniable, and after saying that, he stood up and was about to go upstairs!
The hem of the clothes was immediately grabbed by her hand.

"Your wound...let the doctor see..."

But he opened it mercilessly:

"none of your business!"

As cold as the frost of winter.

The opened hand froze in the air, as if it had also been stuck into a piece of glass, trembling uncontrollably, trembling, and finally slowly retracted, covering his lips, firmly holding down the continuous crying!

(End of this chapter)