my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 303 Bleeding is a trivial matter, but a flat nose is a major event
"God! Guan Zichen, are you okay?" Seeing him bleeding, Lan Mo immediately rushed over and half hugged his arm.

Looking back, there was also a bit of complaint: "Brother, why are you hitting so hard?"

Lan Yan simply suspected that she had heard it wrong. She was defending Guan Zichen, and she blamed him for being aggressive. Could it be that she really likes Guan Zichen now?
"Momo, whoever you're with, I'll laugh it off, but he's the only one who can't." How could someone like Guan Zichen give her happiness?

Today he doesn't agree, and daddy won't even agree.

"Xiaomo, my bleeding can't stop, take me to wash it quickly." Guan Zichen took the opportunity to get up, put his arm around her waist, and pinched his nose tightly with the other hand, not only bleeding, but also raw pain.

If he hadn't retreated just now, he probably would have broken the bridge of his nose.

Sure enough, the two of them are brother and sister, and his nose...

"Guan Zichen, let her go!" Lan Yan roared, if Lan Mo was not in his arms now, he would really beat this kid up, didn't he know the lesson from last time? ?
He even came to provoke her again.

"Wait a minute, brother, it's hard to stop his bleeding." Lan Mo yelled, helped Guan Zichen and ran to the nearest bathroom.

Lan Yan stared at their disappearing backs, still couldn't help panting, it seemed that they were very familiar, damn it, those idiots, when did this happen, they didn't even report it.

What he didn't know was that his brother had temporarily concealed the matter under Lan Ze's order.

Seeing Lan Mo's attitude towards Guan Zichen, the usual calmness can no longer be calm. Guan Zichen, is it because of Ji Yan that he approached his sister?

Guan Zichen was still holding Lan Mo's hand with one hand, and splashed water on his face with the other. There was a basin of blood in the sink. In the past, Lan Mo would just ignore it, and didn't even look at it.

Now it turned out that the eyes were sore from the distress, and he kept asking beside him: "Does it hurt? Can it be stopped? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Guan Zichen's face buried under the sink smiled secretly, such a slight injury frightened her, "Bleeding is a trivial matter, but I suspect that sooner or later my nose will be flattened by your brothers and sisters."

At this time, he was still in the mood to joke.

(End of this chapter)