511. Chapter 511 Afraid of you saying goodbye to me [2]
As soon as she landed, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.
Jiao Yang's eyebrows had already been knitted together when he noticed the red wound exposed in her clothes that had been scratched by someone unknown.
"What happened? How could you do this?"
Luo Xiaoqian remained silent.
"Speak!" Jiao Yang was almost dying of anxiety. Looking at her extremely pale face, he had no choice but to compromise. He bent down and carefully held her arm. His voice was like coaxing a child, "Okay, we won't go to the hospital.
, can I take you back to my house?"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her head from her knees, glanced at him, and when she caught his eager gaze, she nodded lightly, then put her hands on the ground and struggled to get up.
Jiao Yang hurriedly stretched out his arms to help her up from the ground. He opened his arms to hug her. When his hand was halfway out, he took her arm and put it on his shoulders, carrying her on his back.
He carried her all the way back to the villa community. Because it was still early, Jiao Yang didn't meet anyone except the property security guards.
High-end communities naturally have very high requirements for the quality of security guards. Although the security guard was a little confused when he saw the girl on his back, he didn't dare to ask a question.
This is a villa in the city, and the people who live here are either rich or noble. For them, the owner is God, and no one dares to provoke it easily.
After walking into the living room and placing her on the sofa, Jiao Yang immediately took the medical bag at home and cleaned her wounds and applied medicine.
"It will hurt, bear with it!"
Seeing the large scratches on her legs, Jiao Yang carefully cut open her jeans with scissors and used cotton wool to clean her wounds. The alcohol stimulated the wounds. Originally, he was worried that she would cry out in pain, but it was beyond his expectation.
From beginning to end, she didn't say a word, let alone cry out in pain.
After treating all the wounds on her body, Jiao Yang raised his hand and touched her forehead. The touch was hot. His brows furrowed even more. He turned around and poured a cup of hot water in front of her, "Drink some hot water. I'll
Go out and buy you anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicine."
He took over the cup and felt the heat coming from the cup. Luo Xiaoqian, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
"Thank you."
Jiao Yang knelt down and looked into her eyes, "What is going on?"
"Can you not ask?" she asked, holding the cup.
"I'm going to buy medicine." Jiao Yang stood up and hurried to the door, took two steps, suddenly stopped and walked back to her, "Promise me to wait here for my return and not to leave quietly."
There was something very wrong with this girl, and he was really worried.
Luo Xiaoqian nodded while holding the cup.
Walk?
Where else can she go now?
Seeing her dazed expression, Jiao Yang couldn't help but grab the phone from the table, walked to the porch, and dialed his assistant's number.
"Buy me some anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs, and then bring an easy-to-digest breakfast, a set of women's clothes, including underwear...size?" Jiao Yang glanced at Luo Xiaoqian, "36B, 32, 38!
"
He had read countless women before, so he still had some discernment.
After making the call, he returned to Luo Xiaoqian, squatted down in front of her, raised his arms to hold her arms.
"Xiao Qian, I don't mean any harm, I just want to know what happened to make you end up like this?"
"Jiao Yang." Luo Xiaoqian looked at the cup, "Let me be quiet for a while, okay?"
"Okay!" Jiao Yang turned around and took the phone, "If you don't tell me, I'll call Leng Zimo."
