Chapter 480 (1/2)

It is a lie to say that song Ye has no guilt in his heart.

After all, she knew earlier that Han Yan wanted to deal with Yunhua, and her real purpose was to suppress her.

Now something really happened, Yunhua had no children, Tang Yixiao burned, these are her indirect causes.

Yuan song's thanks, for her, are not not a kind of understanding and encouragement.

”I'm on guard here. You can take a rest and take care of the wound.” Yuan song could see that she was in poor condition. Her clothes on her shoulders were wet and dyed red. She thought she was hurt badly.

”Let's go.” Without waiting for song ye to respond, Qin Zhan takes charge of her and turns to the lounge at the end of the corridor.

This is Ning Yiming's office with a single bed. Qin Zhan has just ordered people to change the sheets.

At the moment, song Ye's spirit is a little depressed. After the release of her emotions, the exhaustion that has been running for two days has come up, making her unusually silent all the way.

Let Qin Zhan take her into the room, pull to sit on the bed, ”I give you a new dressing, take off the clothes.”

Take off your clothes.

Song Yemei moved her eyes and swept the tall man before her. She found that the other side had turned to get the medicine. She took off her suit coat, untied her shirt, and finally pulled up the quilt to cover her chest. Then she whispered, ”OK.”

Qin Zhan turns around with a pair of scissors. Even though he has done a lot of mental construction, he can see that his younger brother has become a real girl. The shock still makes him unable to respond.

The major general of the Tang Tang Ying group actually stood there and was silly on the spot.

After song Zhanzi's speech, he was embarrassed for the first time.

Fortunately, Qin and Han didn't make a bloody nose joke this time. After a few seconds, he realized that song Ye's wound could not be delayed, so he moved his eyes to her shoulder and carefully treated the wound for her.

After cutting the blood stained bandage, the wound on his shoulder looks particularly terrible. The mark left by sniper rifle bullets reminds Qin Zhan of the tricks on the corridor that night. He once held her wound mercilessly, and the feeling of blood moistening his palms made him feel deeply remorse.

If you know it's song ye, he can't do it in any case.

Qin Zhan treated her wound again, wound the bandage round and round, looked at her bright white small shoulder, as well as the exquisite undulating clavicle, and her sight suddenly became a little hot.

He bent over half circle her bandage, warm breath sprinkled on Song Ye's ear.

Song Ye began to feel uncomfortable and felt like he had to say something.

”You...”

”You...”

They opened their mouth at the same time, and their lips just touched each other.