Chapter 226 (1/2)
Author: Qingqing Zijin 05 MACHINE TRANSLATION
Jian Xiaomo blushed and instantly stopped moving.
Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo coldly, then took off his suit and wrapped Jian Xiaomo tightly, especially the bottom, wrapped tightly, and then carried Jian Xiaomo out of the car.
Ba Luo was stunned when he saw long chenjue wrapped Jian Xiaomo tightly. Suddenly, when he saw long Chenjue’s red pants, he immediately said in surprise, “young master, why are there so much blood on your pants? ”
Jian Xiaomo’s face instantly turned hot, and she lay motionless in long Chenjue’s arms.
Long Chenjue glared at Ba Luo coldly and said, “shut up. ”
Ba Luo didn’t dare to ask anymore, but looking at the young master’s blood-red pants, he was still very worried.
He had followed the young master for the entire day, but he had not seen the young master injure himself. Could it be that Miss Jian was injured and her blood had flowed onto the young master’s pants? If that was the case, the young master would have been anxious to death long ago, and would not be so relaxed now.
Unable to understand, BA Luo shook his head. He worriedly glanced upstairs, then turned around and left.
The moment he reached the bedroom, Jian Xiaomo instantly jumped out of long Chenjue’s arms and immediately ran towards the bathroom.
Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo. A woman who was a traitor, she had abandoned him as soon as he reached the bedroom.
After glaring at Jian Xiaomo, long chenjue smelled his own body and frowned. Although it didn’t smell bad, it was still a messy smell. He immediately walked to the other bathroom.
Jian xiaomo cleaned herself up upstairs before she went downstairs. Today, she was embarrassed and generous. As soon as she went downstairs, Ba Luo pulled Jian Xiaomo aside With a nervous expression, she said, “Miss Jian, was it you or young master who was injured just now? Do you want me to call a doctor or bring some ointment? ”
Jian Xiaomo recalled the embarrassing incident just now and blushed again. She whispered shyly, “It’s… It’s nothing. ”