381. Chapter 381 No forgiveness after the injury 6
Jing Haohao's crying stopped slightly. After a while, she gently raised her head. Her long eyelashes seemed to be washed with water, and they were wet. Her face was covered with tears, and there were still tears in her eyes.
It was filled with a layer of moisture, as if big tears would fall down at any moment.
Liangchen's hand suddenly rested on Jing Haohao's shoulder. He bent over and looked at her face like this. The blood on his face faded little by little.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he found that he seemed to have aphasia, and was so sad that he couldn't make a sound. In the end, he could only gently move his hand to her arm, and use force to lift her whole body from
It was dragged on the ground.
Jing Hao stood up slowly like a puppet following his strength. She stood in front of him with a pale face and her head hung slightly.
Liangchen stared at her furry head for a while, stretched out his hands, held her face, and with a serious expression, carefully wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit with his fingers.
Only then did Liangchen realize that the touch of his fingertips was frighteningly cold. He frowned, and then he held her hands with his fingers and found that they were as cold as snow.
Liangchen frowned, took off his coat, covered Jing Haohao's body, and wrapped her tightly, then took out his cell phone from his pocket, dialed the driver, and took Jing Haohao's hand.
He held his hand and walked out of the alley.
Jing Haohao was wearing high heels and had been walking for several hours. Now her feet were so painful that she could hardly walk. She couldn't help but gasp when Liangchen pulled her like this. Liangchen stamped his feet, turned his head, and stared.
Looking at her with obvious worry: "What's wrong?"
Jing Haohao, who had just cried loudly, was so exhausted that he didn't want to speak. He pursed his lips and shook his head.
Liangchen looked her up and down, and immediately understood what was wrong with her. He knelt down, held one of Jing Haohao's feet, took off her shoes, and saw that her socks were already stained with blood.
, I must have worn out my feet from walking too much.
Liangchen took off Jing Haohao's other shoe, then turned around, squatted in front of her, and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."
Jing Hao looked at the broad and straight back in front of him and did not move.
Liangchen turned around, raised his head, looked at Jing Haohao who was staring down at him, stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, pulled her down on his back, and then supported her legs with his hands,
Standing up easily and gracefully, with the scenery at his back, he walked slowly forward along the dimly lit alley.
Jing Haohao lay on Liangchen's back, her ears filled with the unique light fragrance of his body. His pace was not hurried or slow, and she did not feel any bumps. Jing Haohao's cry stopped slightly, and passed.
After a moment, she gently raised her head. Her long eyelashes were as wet as if they had been washed with water. Her face was covered with tears, and her eyes were filled with a layer of moisture, as if there would be a big wave at any time.
Big tears fell down.
Liangchen's hand suddenly rested on Jing Haohao's shoulder. He bent over and looked at her face like this. The blood on his face faded little by little.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he found that he seemed to have aphasia, and was so sad that he couldn't make a sound. In the end, he could only gently move his hand to her arm, and use force to lift her whole body from
It was dragged on the ground.
Jing Hao stood up slowly like a puppet following his strength. She stood in front of him with a pale face, her head slightly lowered.
Liangchen stared at her furry head for a while, stretched out his hands, held her face, and with a serious expression, carefully wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit with his fingers.
Only then did Liangchen realize that the touch of his fingertips was frighteningly cold. He frowned, and then he held her hands with his fingers and found that they were as cold as snow.
Liangchen frowned, took off his coat, covered Jing Haohao's body, wrapped her up tightly, then took out his cell phone from his pocket, dialed the driver, and took Jing Haohao's hand.
He held his hand and walked out of the alley.
Jing Haohao was wearing high heels and had been walking for several hours. Now her feet were so painful that it was difficult to walk. She couldn't help but gasp when Liangchen pulled her like this. Liangchen stamped his feet, turned his head, and stared.
Looking at her with obvious worry: "What's wrong?"
Jing Haohao, who had just cried loudly, was so exhausted that he didn't want to speak. He pursed his lips and shook his head.
Liangchen looked her up and down, and immediately understood what was wrong with her. He knelt down, held one of Jing Haohao's feet, took off her shoes, and saw that her socks were already stained with blood.
, I must have worn out my feet from walking too much.
Liangchen took off Jing Haohao's other shoe, then turned around, squatted in front of her, and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."
Jing Hao looked at the broad and straight back in front of him and did not move.
Liangchen turned around, raised his head, looked at Jing Haohao who was staring down at him, stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, pulled her down on his back, and then supported her legs with his hands,
Standing up easily and gracefully, with the scenery at his back, he walked slowly forward along the dimly lit alley.
Jing Hao was lying on Liangchen's back, his unique light fragrance could be heard in her ears. His steps were unhurried and unhurried, and she did not feel any bumps.
