Bang!

In the living room.

Chen Zongheng casually threw Jiang Qingyuan on the sofa.

The night is gradually getting darker.

Bodies outside the villa are constantly being swept away.

Immediately... calm was restored.

However, when Chen Zongheng came out of the shower and looked towards the living room, he couldn't help but frown.

At this moment, Jiang Qingyuan had already fallen into a coma.

The wounds all over his body are bursting with blood, which is constantly seeping.

The entire sofa was dyed dark red.

Chen Zongheng slowly lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone with cold eyes, and dialed the number.

"Come here and deal with the sofa in the living room and replace it with a new one."

After hanging up the phone.

His eyes fell on Jiang Qingyuan.

If she doesn't receive treatment, this woman... I'm afraid she will die here.

Chen Zongheng frowned, then regained his expressionless indifference and walked over slowly.

A sting!

His hand pressed down on Jiang Qingyuan's collar and tore it apart.

As Jiang Qingyuan's clothes tore, the proud snow-white peaks trembled slightly and popped out.

now.

There is a hint of fragrance in the blood.

All the way down.

The blood-stained clothes were constantly being torn apart.

Jiang Qingyuan's body, large expanses of skin, and exquisite and proud figure were gradually revealed.

Thrilling!

But, same.

The wounds also looked extremely hideous.

Blood is constantly flowing.

If he were an ordinary person, he might not even have a chance to be rescued.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were always cold and calm, cleaning the wound.

More than a dozen remaining warheads were taken out.

Immediately afterwards, the wound was continuously cleaned with alcohol.

Stab!

It seems like white mist is rising!

Jiang Qingyuan, who was in a coma, frowned slightly, and her small nose snorted softly, as if she had had a nightmare.

Breathing is also a bit rapid.

But, he never woke up.

Chen Zongheng's hands were extremely stable.

Soon, the wound was debrided.

And the next step is to suture the wound...

In the villa, there is naturally no anesthetic. The damage to the nerves caused by this kind of thing is almost irreversible...!!

now.

Chen Zongheng took out the silver needle, put it on the flame to burn for a moment, and then started to sew...!!

"...!!"

Jiang Qingyuan snorted softly, seemed to tremble all over, and suddenly opened his eyes!

Her beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

It seems that the current situation is not clear at all.

However, as Chen Zongheng's second needle penetrated the skin.

The terrifying pain is like a tide, rushing through the nerves crazily!

Jiang Qingyuan's whole body trembled, and she... passed out again!

At this moment, the delicate body of Jiang Qingyuan's body was trembling slightly, and her skin turned pink.

I don’t know when.

The small toes curled up slightly.

Sweat broke out from his forehead.

But, from beginning to end.

Chen Zongheng's expression did not change at all. His hands were extremely stable and he continued to suture the wounds.

…

The next day, early morning.

In the living room.

All sofas have been replaced.

now.

Jiang Qingyuan opened her eyes in a daze.

But what I saw... was an unfamiliar scene?

As she slowly stood up, she subconsciously lowered her head and glanced down, but...it brought an even greater shock!

Are you wearing a set of men's clothes?

It looks extremely loose.

All of a sudden.

Jiang Qingyuan was stunned, and her mind was in chaos!

It's as if the whole world has been turned upside down!

How is this going?

But, at this moment.

staircase.

A figure walked down slowly.

Wearing a black suit and looking cold.

Suddenly.

Jiang Qingyuan couldn't help being stunned, and subconsciously said: "You...saved me?"

now.

In her mind, chaotic images from last night suddenly emerged.

"You are so sentimental." Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette and said coldly, "It would be bad luck if you die in my villa."

"Then this wound..."

"smoothly."

Regarding saving people, Chen Zongheng... didn't want to admit it.

He simply didn't want to get involved with this woman.

Hear the words.

Although Jiang Qingyuan looked weak, her red lips slowly raised a curve.

This man is quite interesting.

He saved himself and still refuses to admit it.

She grew up in Beiyu and had never seen... a man with such a character.
To be continued...