The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 514 "Hua Rong, do you want to play with me rather than surrender?"

Kicking on Jiang Yunshen's body, it is impossible for him to be kicked in pain.

Hua Rong's throat overflowed with a broken, painful low cry, and his face turned pale in an instant, he couldn't help gasping, he could only bury his face in the pillow, so as to get through this difficult moment.

Although Jiang Yunshen didn't feel any pain, he immediately realized what had happened, and quickly got up from the woman.

"Rongrong," he looked at the woman's pale face, frowning, tightly clenched fists against his temples, violently trembling eyelashes, and purely physiological cold tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

Her body was tense.

"I'm sorry," said a few words without going through the brain, and then said, "Did you hit the wound? I'll call the doctor right away, bear with it..."

He didn't care about comforting her as he spoke, and immediately turned to look for the phone.

In Jiang Yunshen's panic, there was always room for calmness, and his emotions did not affect his efficiency. He still dialed Dr. Jin's phone number as quickly as possible, but his voice was full of usually rare gloom and even violence, "Now it's time to Come to Fengqiao Villa, use the fastest speed, immediately, immediately!"

The sudden pain has gradually subsided.

The pain is still painful, persistent, but not as sharp as it was at first.

After Jiang Yunshen hung up the phone, he threw the phone away, lifted the quilt and carefully checked her gunshot wounded leg, then bent down again, and asked in a comforting tone that he didn't even notice, "It still hurts." ?"

She loosened her fist against her temple, and raised her eyelids, "What do you think?"

The most important injury in her whole body was her legs. The gunshot wound was delayed in treatment and then she fell and bruised. In Mo Nian's words, it was lucky to be not crippled or crippled.

Perhaps because of hearing her voice, Jiang Yunshen was in a state of confusion, and some of his emotions, which were floating in midair and unable to land on the ground, gradually stabilized.

There were streaks of scarlet in Jiang Yun's deep eyes, but before they surfaced, a sentence popped out from his throat, "I would rather not even care about my own legs, Hua Rong, you want to play with me rather than surrender?"

Hua Rong looked at his tense face, "How could that be?" She had a smile on her face, but it was faint, "You took me back to Fengqiao Villa by force, I can't bear it, you let me share the bed with you Sleeping together, I can bear it, you hugged me to sleep last night, I still endured it, you want to sleep with me, logically speaking, I should also bear it, just treat it as being bitten by a dog—”

"As long as I can bear it, how can I let myself suffer this crime?"

But if I can bear it, how can I let myself suffer this crime.

As long as she can grit her teeth and endure his closeness, she will never let herself experience this kind of nerve pain again. After all, she is spoiled and spoiled, and she has to be coaxed by bumps and bumps.

So what about the last bed, I have been there countless times, and there will be no loss of meat, maybe the body is quite happy.

I thought so.

But just couldn't stand it, her body, her senses, and her instincts made another choice for her.

Still too young, the bones are still strong.

Jiang Yun stared blankly at her face with lowered eyes, his mind seemed to still maintain a habitual orderliness, but his chest was swaying as if it had been hollowed out, and the lurking scarlet in his eyes came out of the water little by little, confusing Tomb-sweeping day.

He asked hoarsely, "Do you hate me that much?"

(End of this chapter)