Before His Eyes: 139 This is the price of chasing me

There was an obvious stabbing pain in the arm, and in less than two seconds, bright red blood flowed out and dripped into those fragments.

I gritted my teeth and let out a pain. Although I had anticipated the pain, I would inevitably frown subconsciously when I actually practiced it.

Lu Junyan's eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and he immediately pulled me up, with so much strength that he didn't show any compassion, he just wanted to separate me from this pile of debris as soon as possible.

Not only was I injured, but my clothes and pants were stained with food oil, and I looked particularly embarrassed at this moment.

Lu Junyan didn't expect such a thing to happen, he glanced at my blood-stained arm, then his eyes sank, he kicked away the debris under my feet, and said condescendingly: "You deserve it."

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my heart, my nose was sore and unbearable, and my tears fell uncontrollably with a patter.

This surprised me, because in my prediction, I never thought that I would cry, and shed tears so disappointingly.

I lowered my head, my right hand was already numb, as if I couldn't feel existence, and there was still blood coming out continuously, his indifferent attitude made me feel wronged And embarrassment, once the tears fall, they can't stop.

I sobbed softly, not wanting Lu Junyan to find out.

But he couldn't be invisible, as if he heard my movement, then glanced at it, and squatted down.

"Look at me."

His voice was calm and cold, as if it came from a distant hill.

My right hand was trembling uncontrollably, and I felt a burning sensation, which made me feel powerless.

He raised my jaw and forced me to look at him. Those eyes, like a falcon, are ruthless, calm, and calm.

His thin lips kissed up and down, and said: "This is the price for chasing me, do you still plan to continue chasing me?"

I sniffed my nose, blinked my eyes, and a tear ran down my cheek, but I still said firmly: "Chasing!"

His expression was slightly moved, and two seconds after letting go of me, he said: "I hate women who cry a lot, you have to change this problem."

I nod my head.

Then he turned around, not knowing what to get.

I lowered my head and glanced at the startling **** arm, and suddenly felt that the price I had paid this time was too great, but when I saw Lu Junyan walking over with a first-aid kit, I felt that the price was too high. It's worth it.

Lu Junyan personally bandaged my wound, cleaned it, applied medicine, tied gauze, step by step, his movements were gentle and careful.

He lowered his head, his eyes were focused and calm, he took a clean cotton swab, and wiped off the crumbs hidden in the wound for me little by little. During this period, because I touched the center of the wound, I felt pain and shrank back. After a while, Lu Junyan just glanced at me and said, "Don't move."

The tone was very gentle, it was a voice that was rarely heard, I was stunned immediately, and his movements were even softer like a feather, I suddenly felt that the little-known side of the man in front of me turned out to be so attractive.

When applying the medicine, because it needs to be disinfected, the disinfectant water touches the wound, and the irritating pain is unimaginable. I gritted my teeth and persisted for a long time, and I could feel dense sweat on my forehead, because it really hurt I wanted to cry. There were several times when tears rolled in my eyes, but I couldn't hold back them from falling.

Lu Junyan looked up at me slightly, "Why don't you cry?"

I gritted my teeth and said hoarsely, "Because Mr. Lu doesn't like women who cry a lot."

When he applied the medicine to me, he stopped immediately. I don’t know if it was my illusion. To these, this is also a sudden thought after the fact.

After wrapping up the gauze, Lu Junyan seemed relieved, and then looked at me from head to toe. I also knew that I must be ugly and smelly now, because even I could smell myself all over. The smell of oil stains is simply disgusting, and it is also a pity that he can still treat my wound with a blank face.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Well, buy a set of women's clothes, the color should be clean, but the style should not be too trendy, well, as soon as possible."

It should have been called to the assistant. After the call, Lu Junyan raised his chin to me: "There is a room in the back, go to the bathroom and wash yourself, don't touch the water with your hands, there is a set of shirts in the closet, put them on first." Come on, I didn't tell you not to come out, and don't rummage through anything, I hate this kind of behavior."

I nodded, then walked in with my hands slightly raised.

But because of the injured right hand, it is actually inconvenient to take a shower. I simply rinsed my body with the shower in my left hand. There is a peculiar smell, but there is nothing I can do about it. When I put on clothes, I move slowly, like an old man, especially buttoning buttons. My fingers are not flexible, and it is troublesome and difficult to button them with one hand. After I finished, I looked down, shit, wrong buckle?

I suddenly felt short of breath, but I was not in the mood to repeat it again, and I had a negative attitude of giving up on myself.

After taking a shower, I felt a little sleepy. I glanced at the big bed in front of me. I was a little hesitant, but after a second thought, I lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

People, always learn to be bold.

The bed is very comfortable, and rich people will enjoy it. It may be that there is a lack of sleep during this period. As soon as I have time to rest, I immediately fall asleep.

I slept soundly this time, and I felt something was wrong because I felt like the clothes in front of me had been untied, and a cold air hit me, and I woke up immediately.

Opening his eyes, he saw Lu Junyan's indifferent face was close at hand, and his heart stopped beating suddenly.

When he saw that I was awake, he kept moving his hands, and just said lightly, "Are you awake?"

I looked at him blankly: "What are you doing?"

He rolled his eyes coldly: "What do you think?"

I frowned, and subconsciously shrank back: "Don't mess around, I'm still injured."

He looked at me, then suddenly showed a playful smile, let go of his hand, and leaned closer to me: "Don't you like me, do you want to chase me, why, you don't want to?"

I gritted my teeth and clenched my left hand unnaturally.

Actually, since the miscarriage, I have been alone in the past few years. Except for Guan Hong and Qi Huai, I basically rarely touch men. A little physical touch is okay, but if it is intimate, I will do that kind of thing. I don't know why in my heart, but I actually feel afraid. It's the kind of fear that spreads from the deepest part of my body. I feel the feeling in my lower body. That memory, that feeling of my child flowing out of my body, is extraordinarily realistic. Helpless, cold, I think I will never forget it in my life.

Moreover, as soon as I do this kind of thing, I will feel that my child, the unborn child, is reminding me again and again, as if he said again: "Mom, I just flowed from under you." .”

So, I...I...reject, reject, and disgust such things invisibly, I am afraid, I am really afraid...

As if caught in something terrible, my eyes became dull and lax, and my face gradually became pale. I felt the soles of my feet start to feel cold, and cold sweat oozes from my forehead.