292. Chapter 289 New 0263 Open Corset VS Open Crotch Pants
Li Mengnan has always despised those who judge people by their appearance, but it was not until today that he discovered that he is actually a common person.
Suppose the person who threw herself into his arms today was not a beautiful young girl like Zhuang Jia, but a sanitation lady with a smoky face and an orange vest, his long-silent compassion would never be as radiant as it is now.
Surface.
As expected, a person's destiny is determined by one-third of it in heaven, seven-tenth by hard work, and the remaining ninety-tenth by appearance.
Zhuang Jia, Zhuang Jia, don’t thank your brother. If you want to thank me, just thank your beautiful and skinny parents...
Li Mengnan struck Zhuang Jia on the back of the neck with a palm knife, knocking the young lady who was on the verge of a mental breakdown without mercy, and knocked her unconscious. He leaned over slightly and carried her on his shoulders.
It is unrealistic to go to the hospital - there is nothing wrong with the hospital itself. The key is that no taxi driver dares to take me there. Even though they are all skin injuries, the bloody appearance is really scary. Washing the car is the next best thing, just in case it gets stuck in the car.
, that would be too unlucky.
Taxi drivers are very particular about this. If they crush a stray cat or dog to death, they have to burn a few sticks of incense to go through it.
As for calling 120 to call an ambulance, Li Mengnan thought about it and decided not to mention it. Not to mention that he didn't know which road or street he was on now. Even if he knew, when the ambulance came, the young lady on his shoulder would probably
The blood was almost gone.
"Miss Zhuang, even I envy your luck. You met me today. If it were your two pretty boyfriends, it would be hard to say whether you could keep your two beautiful faces...
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It is said that the hands are the second face of a woman, but Li Mengnan always believes that the butt is the second face of a woman. There is no need to argue, just grabbing a random man on the street can prove this.
Her butt, which was like a cactus and covered with glass shards, couldn't be patted. Li Mengnan moved down and patted Zhuang Jia's round and slender thighs. As expected of a dancer, they were solid and elastic, and felt quite good.
"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, and brother walks on the shore, um um ah ah... no, love and love, swinging on the rope..."
Not to mention, this song is quite suitable for the occasion.
Li Mengnan strode forward with the unconscious Zhuang Jia on his shoulders. This strange pair attracted the attention of passers-by. If it weren't for the traditional Chinese tradition of keeping things irrelevant to oneself, he might have been there by now.
Someone called the police on a mobile phone.
The most important thing at the moment is to find a quiet and undisturbed environment to treat Zhuang Jia's wounds.
Fortunately, there were a lot of small family hotels nearby. Li Mengnan messed up Zhuang Jia's long hair and covered his face, then put his coat on his buttocks that was still bleeding, pretending to bring a drunken female companion.
It looked like a room was opened, and it was easy to get a single room.
After borrowing a first aid kit from the hotel owner to briefly stop Zhuang Jia's bleeding, Li Mengnan bought some traditional Chinese medicine from a nearby drugstore. He borrowed the tools from the drugstore to brew a jar of black ointment that exuded a pungent medicinal smell and put it into a small earthen jar.
Went back.
Regarding Li Mengnan coming in and out, the hotel owner didn't suspect anything. He probably thought that the pot contained chicken soup or some other tonic, and he smiled at Li Mengnan in a friendly manner.
Yes, there are indeed not many good men in this world who are willing to take responsibility after an accident... although the meaning of this "responsibility" may be slightly misunderstood.
Miss Zhuang in the room still showed no sign of waking up, and the finger-thick gauze on her forehead was almost soaked with blood.
Li Mengnan put his fingers in the earthen pot and stirred it. The temperature was slightly hot, but still within the acceptable range. He then pulled off the gauze on Zhuang Jia's head and smeared a large amount of black on the slightly rolled wounds.
Huhu ointment.
The recipe for this ointment was won by the old man in a bet with a Xinglin national player.
Okay, you can just say that you tricked me.
Although it cannot cure any serious illness, it does have miraculous effects on trauma. It can reduce inflammation, stop bleeding, and promote healing. The most important thing is that it leaves no scars.
How else to say that Miss Zhuang has a good life? If Li Mengnan had not been dragged out of the crowd by accident, and if Li Mengnan happened to be so kind-hearted and started to save all sentient beings, it would not be possible to lose his life, but
If you have an extra row of needle holes in your head, you will definitely be unable to escape.
By the way, there is an extra pockmark on the takeaway butt.
For any young girl who looks more than 60 years old, this kind of result would probably be worse than killing her with a knife.
Wrapping Zhuang Jia's forehead with gauze, Li Mengnan turned her over, cut her pants and underwear with scissors, and carefully moved the blood-stained cloth that was almost stuck to the wound.
Both sides.
The description seems a bit charming, but the actual scene is absolutely nothing close to these two infinitely beautiful words.
No matter how heavy the taste is, Li Mengnan will not have any special thoughts about the two bloody buttocks.
What's more, this ass is still penetrated like a cactus dripping with teriyaki juice.
Picking out glass slag from meat is a delicate job. Fortunately among misfortunes, Miss Zhuang's white casual pants may seem thin, but the texture is quite strong. It isolates most of the glass slag less than 1cm in size, and also gives Li Mengnan the opportunity at this moment.
The cleanup work undertaken reduced the workload considerably.
After applying ointment and wrapping Zhuang Jia's lower body layer by layer like a crotch cloth, Li Mengnan nodded with satisfaction and tied a beautiful bow at the joint of the bandage.
You should treat each of your works with care, this is called professionalism.
After all the wounds were treated, Li Mengnan realized that he had made a mistake.
He overestimated the area of the wound that needed to be bandaged, or it could also be said that he overestimated the size of Miss Zhuang's buttocks, which ultimately led to the end of the ointment being brewed.
Without measuring it with my own hands, it was indeed inaccurate. If it were Minnie or Qingche, Li Mengnan believed that he would never make such a stupid mistake.
Who knows that jars of Chinese medicine are all hard work?
In line with the principle of "treating the sick and strengthening the body without the disease", Li Mengnan simply put all the remaining ointment on Zhuang Jia's face.
Although this product has no skin rejuvenation and whitening effect, it can reduce inflammation and remove acne to some extent. It can be regarded as a pure natural Chinese herbal mask.
Le Youyou sent a text message asking if it was safe. Li Mengnan got up and went to the corridor to call her and give her a hug to ensure she was safe. When he returned to the room again, he unexpectedly found that Zhuang Jia's breathing rate on the bed had changed subtly, and he seemed to be gradually waking up.
Li Mengnan had a sudden idea. He walked forward lightly, took the mobile phone that had been placed on the bedside table when he was treating her wounds, and set the date displayed on it back ten years.
Then he went into the bathroom, used the cosmetics Zhuang Jia brought with him to touch up his makeup, drew a few fine wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, wetted his hair and combed it back, dressing up like a downtrodden middle-aged man in his early thirties.
Li Mengnan's makeup skills are not very good. After all, those who are really good at makeup and disguise are the assassins. However, in a dim environment like a small hotel with severe lack of lighting, this level of disguise is enough.
And for single-body deception, what disguise can be more outrageous than a magician's illusion? A little makeup just makes the psychological suggestion before hypnosis easier.
"I...where is this?"
Li Mengnan had just put on makeup, and Miss Zhuang, who was on the bed in the room, woke up slowly and let out a long moan.
"you're awake?"
Li Mengnan trotted up in front of the bed, his face showing just the right amount of surprise.
"Who are you?"
After the makeup change, Li Mengnan changed a lot. With the addition of a little illusion effect, Zhuang Jia felt that the "middle-aged man" in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"I'm Li Mengnan... That's right. It's been so long, so it's normal for you not to recognize me." Li Mengnan pulled a creaking wooden chair and sat at the end of the bed with a sigh on his face.
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"Li Mengnan?" Only then did Zhuang Jia vaguely remember that she was indeed with that bastard before she fainted. "How did you... become like this?"
"It's better not to talk about this. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?" Li Mengnan couldn't help but secretly applaud his acting skills. This euphemistic hint that he couldn't stop talking could definitely win him an Oscar.
Zhuang Jia's repeated failures in the competition with Le Youyou were just because of bad luck, and it did not mean that she had a low IQ. Seeing Li Mengnan's subtle expression that contained a lot of information, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.
"I...how long have I been unconscious?"
Li Mengnan turned his head slightly and remained silent. Zhuang Jia's heart suddenly thumped. He struggled to prop himself up and grabbed the cell phone on the bedside table. He was stunned for a few seconds and then let out a very sad wail.
In fact, there are still many loopholes in Li Mengnan's prank, such as why a mobile phone that has been left for ten years can still be turned on normally, but Li Mengnan's forged face has already been preconceived, and the shock of hearing the bad news is a bit big.
They may not be able to calm down immediately, let alone Zhuang Jia, who just suffered a massive brain hemorrhage.
The repeated failures in the competition with Le Youyou are just because Miss Zhuang has bad luck, but it does not mean that there is anything wrong with the Miss Zhuang's IQ.
Not long after, Zhuang Jia calmed down from the initial panic and confusion, apparently realizing all the irrationality in front of him.
"Li Mengnan, you bastard!"
There was no one who could take advantage of him. Zhuang Jia was so angry that he simply threw the phone in his hand. Unfortunately, in Li Mengnan's eyes, such a level of flying prop attack was no different from throwing sandbags when he was a child. He reached out and easily grabbed the phone in his hand.
"It's a very good mobile phone, don't you want it?"
"No more!" Zhuang Jia said angrily.
"The eldest lady is the eldest lady. Throw away such a good mobile phone as soon as you throw it away. This is the gold of the rich in Kidney 6..."
Now that Miss Zhuang had spoken, Li Mengnan was not polite. He quickly removed the mobile phone sim card and stuffed the empty phone into his pocket.
Anyway, the young lady in front of me is a rich and willful woman, and she doesn’t need such a small mobile phone, which can be considered as medical expenses.
If he had to go to the hospital for treatment for such a serious injury, he might not be able to stop even one kidney.
"Ouch!"
Zhuang Jia subconsciously let out a cry of pain because he probably pressed the wound on his hip when he stood up.
Only then did she realize that something was wrong. She opened the quilt and took a look at her lower body, which was wrapped in a rice dumpling. She then touched her head, which looked like Tianzhu Asan, and her expression changed drastically.
"I...what's wrong with my face?"
Li Mengnan choked on his saliva and coughed repeatedly - Miss, you seem to be concerned about the wrong position, right? Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?
Sure enough, women care about their appearance more than anything else.
"It's nothing, your head was opened by a wine bottle, and the left forehead was opened about this long. I have applied it on you with the ancestral golden sore medicine. I promise not to leave any scars. Remember not to get water on the wound within a month...
...and the same goes for the butt.”
Li Mengnan used his fingers to measure the size of about two centimeters.
"you!"
Zhuang Jia resisted the urge to have an attack. She had already remembered everything before she fell into coma. Even worse, there was still the blood-stained glass shards on the floor to prove it.
Although she still hated the bastard in front of her, she knew very well that if she hadn't been rescued by him, she would probably have been more than just disfigured at this moment.
"I, Zhuang Jia, owe you a favor, and I will pay it back to you."
It's absolutely impossible for her to thank this bastard.
"Big breasts and no brains are indeed pseudoscience... You don't owe me one favor, but two."
Li Mengnan took a complete set of inner and outer underwear with the tags still on and threw it in front of Zhuang Jia. He bought it at a brand discount store on his way to dispense medicine.
Although I don’t know the detailed measurements and all the ones I got are one-size-fits-all, Ms. Zhuang’s figure is very standard, so there shouldn’t be much of a problem.
"Hurry up and change into it. Although open-chest sweaters are very popular now, open-crotch pants are too avant-garde..."
"You-hum!"
Zhuang Jia couldn't be tough even if she wanted to, unless she had the courage to really walk out of here wearing "bandage crotchless pants".
Gritting his teeth and resisting the stinging pain from the wound on his butt, Zhuang Jia hid in the bed and fumbled to change out of the bloody tattered clothes. With a cloudy face on his pretty face, he stood up and left the room angrily.
After checking out and leaving the small hotel, Li Mengnan stopped by Qing Che's place to sit for a while.
He lives on campus from Monday to Thursday, and goes home on Saturdays and Sundays. On weekdays, the little girl lives alone. Although he has left absolutely ample living expenses, he is still somewhat uneasy.
Facts have proved that he was overly worried. Qingche has been used to living alone since he was a child. Even if he changed to a new environment, he did not show any discomfort. The room was kept in order and full of innocent girlish atmosphere.
He even raised some flowers and plants in a leisurely manner.
Li Mengnan had been worried that her father's incident would leave a psychological shadow on her, but after chatting for a long time, Li Mengnan discovered that Qingche's psychological endurance was far stronger than he expected.
Qingche is a typical vine girl who can easily wither without inner support, but as long as she is given a spiritual support she can rely on, she can burst out with vitality as tenacious as weeds.
Although she really hoped that Li Mengnan could stay with her, Qingche also knew her identity very well and did not get too obsessed with it. She snuggled into Li Mengnan's arms and chatted about daily topics such as her study and life at school during this period.
Then he took the initiative to send Li Mengnan to the door.