Wen Shijue did not treat the wound on his abdomen and allowed the blood to seep out and into the New Zealand lambskin cushion.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xiao Die slumped motionless on his seat, his hair half covering his face. He was quiet as never before.
The iron fence had been opened long ago. As soon as the housekeeper Zhao Ma received the news that Wen Shijue was injured, she quickly led the doctor and servant Hou to the door. When she saw Wen Shijue's car coming in, she immediately followed him nervously.
As soon as Wen Shijue got out of the car, Zhao's mother hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said heartbrokenly: "Master, what's wrong with you... Why don't you hurry up and help the master!"
Zhao's mother had been following Wen Shijue for almost twenty years. It could be said that she had watched Wen Shijue grow up. Now when she saw the young master covered in blood, she became even more confused and helped the young master towards the living room on the first floor.
Zhao's mother had already asked someone to set up a large bed in the living room, just because she was afraid that if the young master was injured and went upstairs, it would injure the wound.
Wen Shijue took two steps and said in a deep voice to Mother Zhao beside him: "There is another one in the car!"
"Ouch! My young master! You lie down first and let the doctor bandage you! Why are you worried about other people at this time!" Zhao Ma only had eyes for his precious young master. She said anxiously, and turned to Wen Shijue.
He helped me lie down on the bed, and the doctor came over immediately to help treat the wound.
Wen Shijue fell asleep in a daze. When it was almost dawn, he woke up. The wound on his abdomen had been treated and wrapped in a dense medical cloth, which was soaked with blood.
This injury is nothing to Wen Shijue!
But I think of that girl who doesn’t know how high the sky is and how high she is. What happened to her?
As soon as Wen Shijue got up, Zhao's mother came in: "Master, you can't move now!"
"Mother Zhao? Where are the people I brought back?" Wen Shijue felt a stinging pain in his abdomen and asked with a frown.
"She's in the small lounge next door! She hasn't woken up yet!" Zhao's mother couldn't figure out whether the unconscious girl was important to the young master or not, so she arranged her in the room next door.
"I'll go see her!" Wen Shijue said and stood up.
Xiaodie was fast asleep, her face a little more rosy than the one she saw in the square in the afternoon, but Wen Shijue's eyes fell on the small table beside her bed, and there were some strange things.
Recording pen?
It seems that this girl came prepared!
Do you want to get some evidence from yourself? If it doesn't go well, you will kill yourself with a knife?
But she was still too young. She lost control of her emotions from the beginning and couldn't get anything beneficial out of her own mouth!
Wen Shijue held the recording pen in his hand, and when he exerted force, the recording pen shattered.
"Master, the doctor has checked this girl's body. She is fine. She just didn't have a good rest. The doctor said she would be fine if she had a good sleep. But your body needs to be taken care of for a while!" Mother Zhao whispered behind her.
said.
Wen Shijue frowned and looked at the sleeping person. What had he done to make her want to fight him to the death?
Even if he caught her that night, he just played with her and taught her a little lesson. He did not cause any harm to her!
By the way, she talked about her friends...
"Mama Zhao, ask Lao Zhou to come to my room later!" Wen Shijue closed the curtains on Xiaodie's bedside and said to Ma Zhao behind him.