"Sister, it's almost time for us to go back."

There was a smile on Liangxin's lips, and he held Yingqian's hand firmly. Although he still looked cute and cute, he used quite a lot of force.

Yingqian struggled quietly.

Not only did he not break away.

Instead, it was held tighter.

"Her hand was injured. Do you want to take her back now?"

The more Ye Lian looked at Liang Xin, the more she felt displeased. She couldn't even pretend to be the persona she had always maintained in front of Jiang Ling, and said anxiously:

"Yingqian, let me bandage it for you first!"

She was talking.

Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the hem of Yingqian's clothes.

He also has an attitude of refusing to let go.

"Ah this..."

Yingqian blinked.

The scratch on my fingertip, which was less than a centimeter, has begun to heal.

Congealed into dark red blood scab.

It's hard to even feel the pain.

Liang Xin and Ye Lian were still arguing.

It was as if Yingqian had some terminal illness.

She sighed, looked at Jiangling, and said helplessly:

"Jiang Ling, let's continue talking about business."

Jiang Ling didn't respond and only glanced at Butler Tian.

Butler Tian immediately cleared his throat.

"For such exposed wounds, it is best to go to the hospital to avoid infection."

"I'll go with you."

Jiangling stood up.

His tall figure formed an airtight net.

Completely encircling Yingqian in it.

"OK!"

Yingqian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With several unwilling looks, she was about to follow Jiang Ling and leave, but Liang Xin suddenly took a step to the side and blocked them.

The pale young man tilted his head, looking sickly and frail, but he was astonishingly beautiful. Even the teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes were as gorgeous and attractive as drops of blood.

"Sister, I'd better go with you."

Liangxin narrowed his eyes and his voice became softer and softer.

"Sister Ye Lian definitely wants to be with Brother Jiangling. I also want to stay with my sister for a while."

He raised the corners of his lips slightly.

His eyes swept over Song Yanling, who looked unhappy, and a subtle dark meaning flashed in Liangxin's eyes. He chuckled and suddenly asked:

"This sister hasn't spoken for a long time? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"without..."

Song Yanling opened her mouth.

But she reacted quickly.

She coughed twice immediately, leaned towards Jiang Ling, held his arm, and said with a pout:

"Jiang Ling, I seem to be a little dizzy too. We are also your friends. You can't just care about Yingqian and not care about me, right?"

"Then I'll stay with Yingqian."

Ye Lian immediately answered the question, and seeing Song Yanling's happy face, she immediately added:

"Aling, Yingqian and I will take care of each other. You can stay here and have a good rest."

They are making a lot of noise here.

Wait until you come to your senses.

In sight.

But Ying Qian and Jiang Ling were no longer there.

Wait until you leave the Jiang family villa.

There was no noise around, and Yingqian could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why are these people so weird?"

She looked puzzled and muttered:

"In just one day, everyone from Ye Lian to Liang Xin has lost their brains? Are you really not going to take Ye Lian to the hospital for a checkup?"

"She's fine."

Jiang Ling found a pharmacy, bought iodine gauze, and sat on a bench by the roadside to clean Yingqian's wounds.

His complexion is a healthy wheat color.

He looks handsome and good-looking when he is serious.

The clotted blood scab on the iodine spot.

The startled Yingqian suddenly took a breath of air. She subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but the next second, Jiang Ling grabbed her wrist firmly.

She is also very strong.

But put it in front of Jiangling.

It's not as bad as a tantrum cat.

Jiang Ling's big palm clasped Ying Qian's two flailing little hands.

After wiping away the blood with a cotton swab, he stared at the scratches on her fingertips, and suddenly the red scratch on the baby's collarbone yesterday came to mind.

This little injury.

If it were Jiang Ling, he wouldn't even take a second look.

But she is Yingqian.

She is different from him.

"Yingqian, I found out what happened yesterday from those people's mouths."

Jiang Ling threw away the bloody cotton swab and applied the medicine to the injured area.

Look at Yingqian grinning in pain.

He sighed, relaxed his movements, and said:

"Yingqian, this is very dangerous. You should contact me directly."

Jiang Ling frowned.

His expression was a bit grim.

It is completely different from the sunny and cheerful appearance before.

"There was no time to contact anyone at that time. If you delayed for a while longer, your sweetheart would be in trouble."

Yingqian turned his head and looked at Jiangling.

The warm afternoon sun gave her a golden outline.

Her long eyelashes trembled.

The corners of his lips raised slightly.

His eyes were full of smiles.

Jiang Ling just glanced at her and looked into those twinkling black eyes, unable to recover.

"I do this because I hope you will be happy." Yingqian raised her eyebrows, raised her arm and bumped into Jiang Ling, saying with a loyal look on her face: "We are the best brothers!"

Jiang Ling once said this to Ying Qian.

But let's say it from her mouth.

Don't know why.
To be continued...