It is a deep wound. The whole skin is blooming. It can be imagined, how heavy the manpower should be started.
But he suffered such injuries and did not handle it well, but ran to this wine cellar to drink, which really made her angry.
The injured person, drinking, is easy to infection and cause wound inflammation. How could he not know this?
Do you really do n’t want to die? So just spoil yourself so badly?
Xiaotong frowned, and muttered dissatisfied: "Bastard."
Slowing the folds between Huangfu's eyebrows, twisted handsome eyebrows, Ning Xiaotong glanced at the wine next to his eyes.
There is no clean bandage beside you. When you walk out of the door of the wine cellar, a brand new bandage is resting at the door. There is a bag of cotton swabs and a box of knife injuries next to it, as if it is accidentally left.
After looking around, Ning Xiaotong suddenly understood that Bada was placed here by Zhao Ma.
I sighed, picked up the bandage and medicinal cotton sword sword wounds, got off the ladder, and returned to Huangfu.
The light of the wine cellar was a little dark. With the light yellow light, Ning Xiaotong carefully stood anti -inflammatory drugs with a cotton swab and slowly applied the injured place.
Careful, the movement is soft to the extreme.
But I still can't avoid it, the inhaled sound from Huangfu's mouth.
Seeing that he didn't wake up, it must be really drunk.
After the wound is finished, the bandage is wrapped in a circle.
Fortunately, in Paris, Frank taught her how to change her medicine and bandage, so these are not hard to lose her.
After the success, Ning Xiaotong looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and glanced at Huang Fu's other empty hands still holding a red wine bottle tightly, dissatisfied.
That's the longest and easiest to get drunk in the wine cellar.
She snapped the bottle of wine. Unexpectedly, Huang Fuxi refused to let go. Seeing this, Ning Xiao had helplessly, and had to go down the drooping posture to pour the wine in the bottle to the ground.
In an instant, the clear and aroma of red wine quickly permeated the entire wine cellar.
Knocking the numb legs, Xiaotong slowly stood up.
The next second, the body is stiff.
He actually grabbed his hand.
Ning Xiaotong didn't dare to turn back, afraid of the fascinating pair of eyes, for a long time, there was no movement, and Ning Xiaotong turned slowly.
Looking at Huang Fu's eyes closed tightly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he didn't wake up.
The empty wine bottle held in my hand had already rolled aside, lying there alone, it seemed so bleak.
But the hand was holding his hand tightly and refused to let go.
It took a lot of energy. A finger was separated, the hand, the fingers were clear, the slender and white, and it didn't look like the hand that had taken the gun.
After all, he opened his hand, couldn't hang down, and shake slightly in the air.
After staying for so long, Ning Xiaotong noticed a little cold, glanced at Huang Fuxun only wearing a thin shirt, and couldn't help frowning.
I really don't know how to cherish my body.
When I returned to the Mid -Mountain Villa, I was suddenly shaken by the lights like daylight, and my body was shaking, and my body was slow, and then opened my eyes.
When Zhao's mother saw Ning Xiaotong appeared, she hurried downstairs, "Miss Ning, what do you need?"
Ning Xiaotong frowned, but Ning Xiaotong frowned, but didn't say anything, "Is there a blanket? Give me one."
Zhao's mother hurriedly turned around, upstairs, but the corner of her mouth slipped through a smile, and the blink of an eye was fleeting.