How to say it.

These people are really arrogant.

If you are not in your own home and run to other people's territory, it is inevitable to have conflicts. Sooner or later, you will have to accept the beating of society.

Ji Ge decided to do the good people to the end and do this for them.

The Ruan family can be said to be a top wealthy family in H City, so Zhou Xi tried his best to climb to the point of Li Ge. She is the only daughter of the Ruan family's parents. She holds it in her palm and can really walk horizontally in H City.

Leya drove, Jige contacted Ruan’s father on the way, omitted the process, and directly said that someone had offended her. She specifically emphasized the severity, and Ruan’s father quickly replied to Jige, saying that he would handle this matter well.

Ji Ge turned off his phone and turned to see An Lan.

The boy closed his eyes gently, leaning his head on her shoulder, quietly like a delicate and beautiful ornament.

Runbai's fingertips touched the boy's cheek, An Lan opened her eyes and met the girl's gaze.

"Does it still hurt?" Ji Ge asked.

The gorgeous green eyes looked at Ji Ge, and the young young breathed lightly. The soft black hair rubbed against the girl's neck. When the ends of the hair swept past, it felt a slight numbness and itchy touch.

"It hurts very much, sister."

The boy's voice was soft, and when he lowered, he showed a clear and clean texture. The originally cold tone revealed a bit of coquettishness.

Ji Ge carefully approached a little, his eyes fell on An Lian's injured right hand, and he was a little worried and didn't dare to touch him: "I'll be in the hospital soon, so you can bear it."

But my right hand was injured, which was very troublesome.

She sighed.

He raised his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder. His movements were very light, as if he was soothing: "Will this be better?"

An Lian raised her head, bit her lip, and smiled a little: "Not enough, sister."

"If you want to comfort me," the uninjured hand held Ji Ge's wrist and brought her over. The seat belt was flexibly unbuttoned by An Lian, and the girl followed his strength and fell directly into the boy's arms.

His slender wrist was grabbed, and his fingertips were rubbed with the black tattoo, which was a little itchy. Ji Ge wanted to break free, but he was afraid that he would touch his injured arm and was restricted.

The boy's eyes were dark, but his voice was sweet and soft: "Sister, don't move, let me hug you for a while."

Ji Ge blinked, his vision blurred. The boy was wearing a clean shirt, the girl's head was buried in his chest, and his long golden brown curly hair was chaotic and he grabbed the end of his hair.

Seeing that his hair was being grabbed, Ji Ge immediately did not dare to move.

"Are you young or not?" the girl said angrily.

She couldn't look up, so she couldn't see the boy's lips curling and the smile was dotted under her eyes.

Her cheeks rubbed against the girl's neck with dependent on her face. She almost knelt on both sides of the boy's legs. This position was very tired. After Ji Ge held on for a while, she lost the strength to fall into the boy's arms.

Afraid of pressing An Lan's injured arm, the girl struggled to get up, but An Lan stopped her. The boy smiled a little and said, "Sister, don't move around."

The girl was unexpectedly soft, and the burden was not heavy when holding with one hand. She adjusted her lower position, rubbed her soft and delicate cheeks against the boy's collarbone, leaning against the boy's neck, and was suppressed. She was unhappy and bit An Lan's neck with dissatisfaction.

The boy laughed silently.

He patted the girl's thin spine with comfort.

The hospital arrived soon. Leya was busy driving before, but now she was only going to look at the pair behind her, and she was stuck in her throat with a whistle.
Chapter completed!