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Chapter 39

Hu Xiaoli was sure he was in trouble.

There are pieces of white porcelain plates everywhere, and the juice of the donburi is sprayed everywhere, and the rice grains are even stained with the carpet.

He was half-embraced by a man, and his powerful hand was pinching his wrist at this moment, making him feel a little numb with his show of great strength.

"Sorry!" Hu Xiaoli cried, showing despair to the messy ground: "I'll clean up, don't be angry ..."

"What else to do!" A man's voice is seldom a little hasty, not as cold as before.

Hu Xiaoli looked down at him, the man's eyes were deep, and the irritation of those pupila were deep as ink.

After that, you may have to be trained!

Some scary scenes were filled in his mind, and Hu Xiaoli froze, then his body shook slightly. At the moment, his waist was surrounded by Qin He arm. The man clearly felt the small body suddenly shaking, and could not help looking down at him.

——From his point of view, juvenile curled eyelashes like butterfly wings, fair skin like jade, the blue eyes looming in the eyelashes are like crystals, and they are as clear as the sea ; His pink lips are glowing with lustrous luster, gradually reddening under the light bite of the boy's small and delicate teeth ...

young, simple, charming and handsome, it looks like a teenager in a painting after years of sedimentation.

Yes, it has been known from the beginning that his beauty was unmatched.

Everything in modern times seems to smooth out the edges and corners of the word "charming". A casual make-up can be described as charming.

But only he, is a true life example to represent this beautiful word.

Qin He's eyes were dimmed, his voice was low and hoarse, and there was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Your hand is injured like this, how can you clean it up?"

With such a reminder, Hu Xiaoli's hand seemed to be moist. He looked at it and was shocked by the wounds and bleeding caused by the white porcelain fragments.

"Why is there so much blood ..."

Because the wrist was tightly held by the man, and the blood was not smooth, the pain was reduced a lot, but holding him wrist for a long time, his hand was swollen again, and the pain felt like a little needle that pricking was a little ticklish.

Hu Xiaoli moved his wrist, and the man paused, then released his wrist in accordance with his movements.

The blood circulated, and he felt the pain instantly.

Hiss --

The pain caused him to cry out physiological tears, Hu Xiaoli looked at his hand with tears in his eyes, holding back his grievances, and looked up at Qin He with his terrible wound.

Helpless Qin He sighed in an inaudible way.

He opened his legs and came to the desk, picked up the phone and pressed the shortcut key. After a while, Han Ye knocked in the door with a cleaning aunt.

"It's too serious." Han Ye didn't look at the mess on the ground, and frowned to Qin He said, "I'll call the doctor."

Qin He nodded, his voice calmed: "En."

After cleaning aunt clean up the mess, he told Han Ye simple instructions then left.

Han Ye had brought spare alcohol and gauze before. Although there was no way to better bandage, Han Ye called the doctor on short time, and Hu Xiaoli was worried about the gauze and alcohol.

It must be painful, using alcohol to clean his wound.