Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 86 Blood Disaster 4
I was terrified.

How could I be so stupid and wait to die?I roared, kicked cold like crazy, pulled his clothes with my teeth, headed him, punched, kicked, elbowed, kneed and bitten again, Self-taught anti-pervert eighteen kinds of martial arts self-defense tricks, super-level performance of moves.

If it's not illegal to kill people, I'll definitely stab this bastard with a knife, stab him dozens of times, and then file his bones and dust him off.

While dodging, Han Qingluo stretched out his hand and pushed me away to defend himself, using a lot of strength.

Pushed by Han Qingluo, I suddenly fell off the sofa and hit my head on the wine cabinet next to me. What's more unfortunate was that there was a wine bottle on it, which fell and hit my desk hard. on the head.

My whole body shook with pain, and then I felt something warm come down—it was blood.My blood, so bright, dripped into my eyes, nose, mouth, chin, and onto my clothes.

Han Qingluo was frightened, and stared at me with a pale face.

From Han Qingluo's pupils, I saw the blood on my face, so red, so bright, just like taking a ghost film.Even if I didn't die from the pain, I was also scared to death. I was completely out of my wits and completely dumbfounded.

Han Qingluo hugged me and hugged me tightly, he asked anxiously: "Surala, you...do you feel pain? Does it hurt? Su Lala, talk, talk! "

Where else can I speak?

Already very useless to scare silly.

After Han Qingluo came to his senses, he hugged me across his waist. Like a whirlwind, he rushed out of the box door, and then like a whirlwind, he rushed out of the bar door, ran to the side of the road, and stopped a taxi.

"Quick, go to the hospital. The nearest hospital."

Han Qingluo hugged me into the taxi and sat in the back seat, he didn't dare to let me go.At this time, the blood on my head was still bleeding, but not so much, it was only seeping through a little bit, and it might have begun to solidify, but it turned out that those blood stains were all over my head and face, and I was from the dirt glass. It was terrifying to see me on the Internet.

Han Qingluo took a wet tissue and carefully wiped off the blood on my face.

I was finally able to speak, and in Han Qingluo's arms, I howled: "Oh, it hurts me to death! My headache is like exploding! Han Qingluo, do you think my brain was smashed?" Came out? Am I going to die? Han Qingluo, if I am really dead, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost! You are the one who killed me."

Han Qingluo comforted me: "No, you wouldn't die so easily if your brains weren't smashed out."

I thought about it too, and finally calmed down a bit: "I can still talk and move now, so I probably won't die!"

Han Qingluo said firmly, "Of course I can't die."

I felt that I was really useless, and I was worried about other things, and howled again, yelling: "I can't die, but will I be smashed into an idiot? I guess I will be smashed into an idiot. Oh, idiot! I don't want to be an idiot! Han Qingluo, I hate you! Hate you to death!"

Out of fear, I was incoherent, howling and shaking my hands and feet.With this movement, I touched the wound, blood seeped out again, and I screamed again in pain.

Han Qingluo was disturbed by my shouting, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and yelled at me: "Sulala, shut up! If you continue to shout and move around, not only will you become an idiot, your blood will flow If you do it, you will become a mummy!"

I was too frightened to yell or move.

I lay obediently in Han Qingluo's arms.

Finally got to the hospital.

In the emergency room, a young doctor examined my wound.I didn't get my brains smashed out, and I didn't become an idiot, but the upper left corner of my forehead was smashed and cut a deep gash.

The doctor said: "The wound is so deep, the hair on the front of the forehead has to be shaved and stitches have to be stitched."

I was in pain, so I didn't forget to ask: "Would it be ugly if I shaved my forehead?"

The doctor comforted me: "No, you are so beautiful, even if you shaved your head, you are still a beauty."

On the upper left corner of my forehead, a small section of hair was shaved.I was given anesthesia, but those anesthetics were almost useless. When the doctor sewed up the needles, I was in such pain that I hardly fucked up. How could I care about my demeanor at this time?Immediately closing his eyes, he yelled desperately.

"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts to death!"

"Ouch, it hurts me to death!"

The doctor collapsed after being called by me, and he couldn't give me stitches at all. He called Han Qingluo: "Talk to her, so that you can distract her, and it won't hurt so much."

So Han Qingluo sat across from me, and asked me seriously: "Sulala, do you mean anything to me?"

I answered quickly: "No."

Han Qingluo asked again: "You really don't mean anything to me?"

I answered with certainty: "No! Not at all!"

Han Qingluo glared at me, then continued to ask: "Su Lala, you don't mean anything to me, so why are you trying to get close to me?"

I said: "Who wants to do everything possible to get close to you? I sincerely ask you to be my teacher."

Han Qingluo said: "You have already learned art, why do you agree to go to dinner with me? You go to dinner with me and eat, why do you want me to accompany you to go shopping and buy clothes? Let me go shopping with you When you buy clothes, you buy clothes. Why do you want to have something to do? Why do you invite me to the bar for a drink? Why do you dress so coquettishly? Dress so coquettishly, so coquettish. Why do you want to give me an illusion?"

I said, "Because I'm bored."

Han Qingluo asked: "You are with me because you are bored?"

I said: "Yes."

Han Qingluo asked again: "Since you are bored, why did you reject me?"

I said, "Because I regret it."

Han Qingluo asked: "Why do you regret it?"

I said, "Because you are not a good person."

When Han Qingluo heard this, he was so angry that he died, and he stood up with a "whoosh", "Sulala, I'm not a good person, so are you a good person?" .

The doctor called him quickly: "You are back, you haven't finished stitching yet. You have to keep talking to her to distract her, or I won't be able to give her another stitch."

Han Qingluo had no choice but to come back, and sat across from me again, and he asked me again: "Su Lala, you have to answer me seriously, do you not love Cheng Yiming?"

I hummed and said, "Who said I didn't love him? If I didn't love him, why should I marry him? Stupid me."

Han Qingluo also hummed, and said disdainfully, "You married him, didn't you fancy his money?"

I argued with him: "It's good that he is rich. No matter how stupid I am, I won't find a man who has nothing to marry, right? But there are many rich men, and it's not just him. Are you rich? But I I don't have feelings for you, even if you kneel in front of me and beg me, I won't marry you!"

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(End of this chapter)