Chapter 68 068: Bandaging wounds, tender moments (fourth update)

Jing Zhao said: "Stretch out your hand."

There was actually no emotion or anger on his face, he was very calm, but he was so calm that it made people feel frightened.

It was a cold day, and the man felt creepy, as if cold air penetrated from every part of his body into his bones, followed by a sense of fear and a desire to survive.

"I didn't mean it, I drank too much."

The man's lips trembled, but before he could say the apology, those frightened eyes had already moved his gaze.

Jing Zhao was looking at the man's hands.

At that moment, the man's hair stood on end. He ignored the pain and used his hands and feet to get up, but as soon as his back straightened, he was blocked by the tip of the umbrella.

Jing Zhao repeated: "Stretch out your hand."

He didn't say a harsh word.

Only the man himself knew how hard the umbrella rib was, capable of breaking people's bones and killing people. He couldn't move his whole back, so he had no choice but to stretch out his hand.

"If you, if you dare-"

Before the man could finish his words, the tip of the umbrella pierced his palm.

"Ahhh!"

Many people have asked Jingzhao about umbrellas, why he always carries an umbrella, no matter it is sunny or rainy.

Because his knife is hidden in the umbrella. The knife has a compassionate heart and a diamond method. It can block wind and rain, and it can also choke people's throats.

The man screamed miserably and kept struggling. The more he struggled, the more blood he shed.

"Jing Zhao."

The business leader led him over and took his hand: "That's it."

Passers-by have already looked over.

Jing Hui looked back at her, but he just looked at her, just listened to her words, and just put away the aggression in his eyes.

But he didn't take back his hand.

The man was still screaming.

The business leader looked around anxiously: "Jing Zhao!" She tugged at his clothes and reminded him in a low voice, "You can't fight, there is a traffic policeman, there is a traffic policeman."

About three hundred meters directly in front of them, there was a police car.

Jing Zhao glanced at the blood on the ground and saw that it was almost gone. Then he stopped, took out his wallet, took out all the cash in it, and placed it on the ground.

"Come to me if you don't have enough medical expenses." He left his address and name, "No. 104, Lvwa Alley, Jingzhao."

No. 104, Green Wa Alley, is the address of his studio in the Imperial Capital.

The man was completely exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Jing Zhao took the camera bag from the business leader's hand: "Let's go."

She looked at the police car and saw that it was not coming, so she followed Jing Zhao and left with confidence.

Jing Zhao's car was parked on the opposite side of the road.

The business leader walked behind him, crossing the road in his shadow: "Jing Zhao."

He didn't agree.

She approached in small steps: "Were you angry just now?"

There was blood on his umbrella.

"No."

The business leader still felt that he was angry and was surprised: "You can actually fight."

He is such a reasonable person and has a good temper. She has done so many excessive things to him in the past, and when he loses his temper the most, he only scolds her, and he is not very good at scolding others.

"Why not?" He suddenly stopped and looked at her coldly, "Business Leader, I'm not easy to mess with."

Shang Lingling felt that this sentence seemed to be said specifically to her, as if to say: Shang Lingling, don't come to recruit me.

What is he guarding against?

"Are you trying to hurt me?"

Jing Zhao was silent for a moment: "No."

The business leader thinks he is.

After crossing the road, he said: "Wait for me in the car."

The business leader followed him without going to the car, followed him for a while, followed him into the pharmacy, and followed him back to the car.

He asked the driver who was driving for him to go down first and wait for a while.

The driver was very knowledgeable, didn't talk too much, didn't look around, got out of the car, and walked away deliberately.

The two of them sat in the back seat. Jing Zhao took out a plastic bag from the armrest box and spread it out on the car seat.

"Stretch your hand over here."

The businessman stretched out his hand.

He took off the handkerchief tied to her hand, held her wrist with one hand through her clothes, and unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant with the other hand. There was a plastic bag cushioning it, and he poured the disinfectant directly into her palm.

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The water flow was very small, and the blood stains on her palms were washed away little by little.

She stared at his hands. They were not a pair of untouched hands. They had long joints, wide palms, and were not very fair. There were inconspicuous calluses on the finger bones, and the veins on the back of the hands were obvious, and they were full of strength.

"Turn your head away and don't look."

After cleaning her wounds, Jing Zhao poured the disinfectant on his hands.

There was a small shard of glass stuck in her wound. Jing Zhao had no tools and could only use his hands. When she looked at it like this, he couldn't help it.

"I was injured when I was a child, so I'm not afraid of pain." She still stared.

Jing Zhao turned her head away through the hood of his down jacket: "Stop looking."

"oh."

He grabbed her hand, and the broken hair on his forehead fell down, and the shadow at the end of the hair flickered his eyelashes gently. He carefully picked out the glass, lowered his head, and blew on it.

The business leader couldn't see it, but he felt itchy in the palm of his hand and in his heart, as if something soft and soft was crawling across it.

"Jing Zhao."

"Um?"

She turned her head and said, "Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao raised his head: "Yeah."

She liked that he patiently promised her every word, and liked the way he looked at her. She always felt that there was something soft hidden deep in his eyes.

"You care about me, don't you?"

That's why she gets angry, that's why she hits people, and that's why she doesn't look into her eyes when treating her wounds.

"Yes." He picked out the glass, threw it into a plastic bag, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, and lowered his head, "You are Ms. Lu's precious tenant."

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