Xiao Qingtian could feel the indifference and solemnity on his body, but she did not feel afraid, because she had believed in the four words in the fairy tale book since she was a child, repaying kindness with gratitude. If she helped others, they would be kind to her.
Friendly.
Qingtian walked over and looked at the beautiful boy sitting there. He grinned with white teeth. He bent down and leaned closer and said, "Why don't you speak?"
The young man was unexpectedly surprised by her sudden approach, so he retreated backwards, frowned, and shouted in a cold voice, "Don't come here."
Seeing his guarded movements, Qingtian blinked in confusion, but did not step forward. He stood there obediently, looking sideways at the handsome boy who was guarded like thorns, with doubts in his eyes.
She saw the young man leaning on the bar, his slender and white left hand falling on his right arm, biting his teeth, and with a hiss, he fiercely tore off the fabric of his shirt on his upper arm.
Qing Tian took a closer look, and was startled. Just now, the little brother could not see anything unusual while sitting. Now she reluctantly tore off the fabric, and she saw that the fabric of the long-sleeved shirt had fallen down.
He brought down a piece of black and red stuff. The skin under the cloth was purple-red, with severe congestion... A layman might just think it was a trauma, but growing up in the Nangong family, there was another person.
Xiao Qingtian, a brother with genius medical knowledge, could tell at a glance that his right arm was injured, a gunshot wound. He had not done any treatment for more than ten days and allowed the bullet to grow in the texture, causing the wound to fail to heal.
Even tetanus became inflammatory, and even the shirt was twisted and grew in the muscles.
The wound was very shocking, with thick black blood and swelling covering almost the entire upper arm. The shirt was torn open and bleeding, and mixed with the abscess, it looked extremely painful, not to mention the client who still had bullets lodged in his muscles.
Xiao Qingtian took a step forward, lowered her head, and looked at his intertwined scars carefully——
"Aren't you afraid?" The young man raised his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Little one, why did you save me? Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"
Although Qingtian's height is normal enough, because she often shows an ignorant and innocent expression unintentionally, people often underestimate her age and misjudge her true age, thinking that she is just a girl who is less than ten years old.
Qingtian seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the title "Little Thing". She knelt down, took out a few things that were spinning in her pocket, raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Little brother, are you afraid of me?"
Afraid of her?
Such a little doll is just a little smarter, a little more flexible, and a little faster at hiding. I don't know where I got such a deceptive thing from the black market of weapons to bluff people. What is there to be afraid of?
The corner of the young man's lips moved and he snorted, "I was shot and have been dealing with those people for more than ten days. Do you think I would be afraid of a little girl like you?"
Such a beautiful, noble and admirable face, saying such words is really a sight to behold!
Xiao Qingtian, who had never been able to distinguish between good and bad words, was not angry. She still smiled and patted her chest with a relieved expression, "It's okay if you're not afraid. It's okay if you're not afraid. I thought you would be scared..."
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As he spoke, he raised his head, smiled at him, and said sincerely, "Well, little brother, let's be good friends, okay?"
The little brother's arrogant and contemptuous words just now received no response at all, and he suddenly became depressed. He glared at Qingtian and asked, "Why should I be friends with you?"
And they are still good friends? Who is she?
"Because you are very beautiful!" Qingtian answered seriously, "Mommy said that as a woman, you should have the habit of collecting all the beautiful men. You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen..."
Qingtian lives in the Wenhuo Nangong family, and has been exposed to extremely outstanding people since he was a child. He has seen all kinds of cool, passionate, fresh and handsome men, but when it comes to the word beauty, this little brother with a feminine and mentally retarded attitude,
There are indeed only a handful of them, not even her brother who is the best in the world can achieve this perfect combination of femininity and beauty.
The little brother almost vomited blood when he heard Xiao Qingtian's answer. He continued to glare at Qingtian, "I never make friends with strangers, go away, I'm leaving!"
"Stranger?" Qingtian pointed to his nose, blinked, confused, "Are we strangers? But I just saved you, I am your savior."
"A lifesaver?" The young man snorted coldly, with a slightly contemptuous tone, "Who can prove it? Besides, no one forces you to save me, and no one will thank you for taking the initiative."
Qingtian frowned, holding her lower face with both hands, as if she was thinking, and seemed to be wondering whether his words were right or wrong. When the boy was about to stand up and leave, she suddenly stood up and picked up the messy food from the bar.
The falling piece of hard glass, raised his elbow, trapped his legs, and smoothly pulled his left hand towards the injured part of the boy. He waited until he heard him scream in pain before jumping up. With a bang, he fell freely and rode on him.
on his body, pinched his injured part, and after restraining his movements, he raised his knife and struck him hard on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious——
Seeing this, Qingtian quickly walked around to the bar, picked up the high-concentration spirits placed on the counter, smashed them with a clang, found a Swiss knife, looked at the unconscious handsome boy, narrowed his eyes, and smiled.
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Xiaoyu was so exhausted by Master Tou that he lay down on the bed and slept for more than ten minutes before he opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the slender man next to him and asked, "Sir, can we start again tomorrow? I'm so tired.
, I don’t want to fly tonight..."
"No." He rejected it flatly, but the man who was so tired that his wife seemed very satisfied, said, "Take a shower, go clean up, and we will set off in half an hour."
Half an hour later, it was exactly the time he had planned before returning to Nangong Villa...
It was really accurate every minute, and his concept of calculating and utilizing time through the young master was so accurate that it was outrageous.
Knowing that resistance was always ineffective, Xiaoyu had no choice but to jump out of bed wrapped in sheets and walked towards the bathroom while asking, "Sir, does it take long to get to Nangong headquarters?"
"Soon", the adult was flipping through an arms magazine and answered briefly and casually.
The fish made a sound and started walking forward on his slippers————
"One night, a full twelve hours." The adult added.
Petrification of small fish.
Then, he turned back quickly and stared at Nangong Tou, who was sitting on the bedside, with an angry, resentful and slanderous expression on his face, and roaring in his heart——
You even thought of making an advance in advance. Nangong Tou, you are such a pervert, will you die if you don’t do it for one night? Will you die? Ahhhhhh!