Chapter 59: Stiff Gentleness: Why Are You So Stupid
Nangong also let go of her, leaned against the wall, looked into the depths of the alley with blurred eyes, and suddenly said:
"That girl that day looked a lot like you."
Nangong Yi was unusually patient today. Thinking of that day, there was just a figure who looked very similar to her, so he rushed forward desperately and offended the fat man and the others.
"Nangong Yi, do you really like me?"
Youer giggled, her bright eyes staring at him closely, as if waiting for his answer.
"Yu Yishan, you didn't lose too much blood and have a brain disorder! It's not easy to find a maid who can be bullied by me and dispatched at any time."
Nangong Yi returned to his usual evil charm, looking at her with contempt, then turned around and walked away. However, at the moment he turned around, You'er did not see the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.
Yaya's brain changed so quickly. Youer complained and followed him full of resentment.
"Bingshan, wait for me -"
You'er walked to the corner in front and picked up the clothes she had stored in the big and small bags. She wanted to run away just now, but she didn't know why? She went back again by some strange mistake. She thought it must be because of the last iceberg.
That smile is so charming.
"Yu Yishan, pigs are pigs!"
Nangong Yi looked at the things in her hands and said angrily, it's already this time and he still can't forget those useless things.
"Bingshan, these are your clothes, you think I want to take them!"
You'er could see the contempt in his eyes, looked at his back, and chased after him with something in hand.
"ah--"
You'er exclaimed softly, as if her feet were being stung by something, and she felt a slight pain, and then she remembered that she was still barefoot.
"Pig, what's wrong with you?"
Nangong also subconsciously turned around and saw You'er sitting on the ground, so he walked over nervously.
"Iceberg, it hurts——"
The right son's nasal voice is very strong. I don't know why. He feels aggrieved and his nose is sour.
The white feet were dirty, and a long wound almost spanned the entire palm. The wound was very deep, and broken glass fragments could still be seen faintly.
"Why are you so stupid?"
Nangong Yi snorted coldly, gently picked up her feet, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and a faint feeling of distress emerged from the bottom of his heart.
He took out the handkerchief from his pocket and gently bandaged her wound.
His movements were very gentle, and he lowered his head slightly. Under the dim street light, you could clearly see his sharp chin, frowning eyebrows, and pursed lips.