Chapter 114: Who is she, who is this little lunatic?
Chapter 114 Who is she, and who is a little lunatic?
Sufu secretly took a deep breath and let go of her hand. A dark red **** handprint was printed on his trousers.
“Do you know you’re wrong?”
Soph raised her head, her tone was more obedient and obedient than ever before, "Wrong."
This 180-degree change in attitude is like a completely different person.
Jiangchuan wondered if the little lunatic was schizophrenic.
Perhaps she is really a madman?
“Stand up.” Shangguan ordered coldly.
Those cold eyes were as cold as glaciers that have not melted for thousands of years, and even the air pressure around them dropped.
Soph tried to stand up with difficulty, but as soon as she stood, her legs became weak.
The man snorted coldly and was extremely contemptuous. The elevator door opened and he walked out first with long legs.
Soph threw the **** shirt into the hands of the man in black and followed him quickly.
Stumbled to keep up with Shangguan Ling, Jiang Chuan opened the car door for him.
The tall man bent over to get into the car. Jiangchuan's eyes were quick and his hands were about to close the door.
Like a slippery little loach, Su Fu climbed up and sat down successfully.
Jiangchuan: “…”
On the way back to the manor, Shangguan Ling said nothing.
Su Fu knew that she had made him angry this time, so she tried to reduce her presence as much as possible.
She leaned back on the chair, tilted her head to the side, and looked at the rapidly retreating scenery.
My mind is a little dizzy...
…
Shen Ruoxi was holding a rag and wiping the expensive decorative enamel that was as tall as a person.
She was absent-minded, and all she could think about was Shangguan Ling. What should she do to make him change his mind?
While I was thinking wildly, I heard chaotic footsteps coming from the door of the hall.
She turned her head quickly and her eyes fell on the face of the leader, Shangguan Ling. Her face was filled with joy, "Shangguan..."
The voice gradually became weaker.
The joy in his eyes was instantly annihilated at that moment.
Shangguan Ling was holding the little lunatic with blood on her face and hands in her arms. Her head was tilted to the side and she was already unconscious.
“Jiangchuan, call the doctor, quickly!”
Jiang Chuan, who must have been called, immediately came to the landline, picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of the medical office.
Shangguan Ling hugged the little lunatic and walked upstairs quickly.
Shen Ruoxi squeezed the rag in her hand, and the blood color faded from her face...
Why is he... holding the little madman?
Why are you holding that ugly guy?
Throwing down the rag, she followed reluctantly.
In Shangguan Ling's bedroom, he laid Su Fu on the bed, not caring whether the blood on her hands would contaminate his silk quilt and sheets.
Isn’t he a mysophobic?
Shen Ruoxi stepped forward quickly and came to Shangguan Ling with an anxious and worried look on her face: "Shangguan, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
Her hand grabbed his arm excessively, and her eyes looked up and down on him frantically.
"Let go!" Shangguan Ling said with a gloomy face, "Who allowed you to touch me?"
Shen Ruoxi's heart trembled, her breath suddenly suffocated, and the dull pain started from the top of her heart and spread to her limbs.
Even breathing hurts like a knife.
She slowly let go of her hand, her eyes red with grievance, and tears filled her eyes. She bit her lip, wondering why an ugly woman could make him care so much.
Looking at her, he once liked her, but he ignored her again and again.
Who is she?
What is a little madman?
The doctor came quickly. Jiang Chuan stepped into the bedroom first, "Master, the doctor is here."
Shangguan Ling moved Shen Ruoxi in front of him with one hand and frowned.
(End of this chapter)
