Seeing this, Xuan Mingche squeezed his neck and exerted even harder. Facing that insincerely beautiful face, the anger in his chest could start to set off.

He pretended to be asleep, but he actually tried to scheming in front of him and asked Qiao Yiqing to serve him. It's abominable!!!

Lan Yuemei frowned and reached out to grab Xuan Mingche's hands. A hint of provocation appeared in her blue pupils: "You want to strangle me to death, Qingqing won't let you go!"

Xuan Mingche breathed in anger, and her brown eyes flashed with extreme anger. She pinched Lan Yuemei's fingers and kept shrinking and exerting force, hoping to solve him in one go.

"You are also calling Qingqing?" Han Bing's voice was cold and low, with a bit of gritting teeth.

Lan Yuemei felt better when she saw Xuan Mingche being angry. Although she was imprisoned by him and couldn't breathe smoothly, her pleasure made him laugh: "Haha, I am Qingqing's savior. Do you think she would let me call me?"

Xuan Mingche stared at him sinisterly and took a deep breath, "She is not a casually moved woman, I advise you to put away your dirty thoughts."

"Haha, if she was not moved, why did she send me to the inn and hire a doctor for me? If it weren't for your stop, she had taken off all my clothes and helped me heal my injuries!" Speaking of this, Lan Yuemei was extremely proud, and a strong provocation appeared in her blue pupils.

When Xuan Mingche heard this, his pupils suddenly magnified and his whole body emitted a bitter cold air.

The hands that pinched Lan Yuemei trembled slightly, trying hard to suppress the murderous rush.

"I warn you! If you dare to touch a hair of her, I will definitely kill you!" At this time, Xuan Mingche was like an angry lion, who was going to eat people at any time.

Lan Yuemei hit the worries in his heart and made him feel uneasy.

He saw that Qiao Yiqing was indeed very concerned about Lan Yuemei, and even quarreled with him for him, which was something that had never happened before.

Qiao Yiqing never quarrels with him because of a man.

My heart was filled with anxiety and sorrow.

At this moment, I can only use ferocity to conceal my embarrassment and embarrassment.

Lan Yuemei naturally noticed his strangeness and her expression became even more proud: "Are you angry with shame? Don't worry, I won't touch a single hair on her, I will touch the hair on her body. She is destined to be my woman, and I will definitely grab it!"

He raised his eyebrows frivolously, as if he was like a young master of the wind.

When Xuan Mingche heard such a bone-exposed word, he fisted violently and slammed Lan Yuemei's handsome face--

"Bang--" A muffled sound made Lan Yue's eyes appear with stars, her pale face dyed blue, and the blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth added a little astringent.

At this moment, a roar suddenly rang-

"Xuan Mingche! What are you doing!!!"

I saw Qiao Yiqing walked in from the door with a look of horror, her eyes wide open, her expression full of surprise, but more angry.

She walked quickly to the edge of the couch, looked at Lan Yuemei, who had her left face, and was angry and roaring at Xuan Mingche: "Why did you hit him? Didn't you see him being injured?"

Xuan Mingche had a cold face and stared at Qiao Yiqing's worried expression. His heartache was like a picture, which was sinking his heart, getting tighter and tighter-

His eyes flashed with injuries, but he pretended well, but his trembling tone leaked his mood: "Why do you think I hit him? Do you need a reason?"

Lan Yuemei wants to steal her and attack her. Would he sit still and remain silent?

She didn't know the obvious reason!

Is she too slow, or is she already moved by Lan Yuemei?

Xuan Mingche dared not think about it. Every time he thought about it, his heart hurts a little.

Qiao Yiqing looked at him with her eyebrows and scolded her: "Che, you can't be so stingy. He saved my life. Even if you hate him, you can't be ungrateful."

ungrateful!!!

She actually used such heavy words to describe him!!!

Before Xuan Mingche could not have expected it, his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by one hand, and it was so painful that he could not breathe.

"In your eyes, I am such a person!"

Qiao Yiqing saw Xuan Mingche's injury, but it was an indelible fact that he attacked a person who was seriously injured on the bed.

"Che, let's stop making trouble?"

Looking at Qiao Yiqing's begging expression, Xuan Mingche endured a lot of grievances.

He knew that Qiao Yiqing was very tired, and he didn't want to make her feel hurt anymore. He immediately tried to calm down and said, "Okay, I won't make trouble."

Lan Yuemei was so happy when she saw Xuan Mingche's mute eating coptis chinensis that she felt indescribable, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Qiao Yiqing walked to the edge of the couch and looked at Lan Yuemei with a pale face, feeling a little guilty, "Sorry!"

She couldn't speak, and at this time she had only two words to express her apology.

Lan Yuemei smiled generously: "It's okay, I'm really hateful, and it's his right to hit me."

As the smile pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth, Lan Yuemei suddenly groaned and shut up in pain.

Seeing this, Qiao Yiqing slightly closed her eyebrows, knowing that Xuan Mingche's punch was quite heavy.

"What's wrong, does it hurt?" she asked worriedly.

Lan Yuemei shook her head gently: "It's okay, don't worry, just a little hurt."

Although he said this, his expression was particularly embarrassing.

Qiao Yiqing frowned unhappily and retorted: "The face was pale and the wound was bleeding. Is this a little injury?"

Xuan Mingche saw Lan Yuemei pretending to be pitiful, and she wished she could slap him to death.

The side-born Qiao Yiqing also fell into his trap and believed his words!

Xuan Mingche's anger churned in his chest, like a boiler that was about to explode soon after the pressure was too high.

The extremely cold handsome face was covered with haze, and the brown pupils were like a pair of swords unsheathed, so sharp that it made people frightened.

Lan Yuemei naturally did not miss Xuan Mingche's wonderful black face, and immediately coughed even more: "Cough cough--Cough cough--Suddenly it hurts--"

"Where does it hurt?" Qiao Yiqing asked hurriedly.

"The chest hurts so much. Maybe it was because of Lan Muqing's palm, so--" Lan Yuemei covered her chest weakly and replied in a low voice.

Qiao Yiqing frowned and shouted worriedly: "Let me see what's wrong with her chest!"

As she said that, she reached out to untie his clothes.

Xuan Mingche stood behind, his face turned black like a carbon ball, and he was even more angry at this moment. He bit his silver teeth and wanted to tear him apart in one bite.

"Qingqing! Let me come and check it for him!"

An extremely depressing voice almost popped out from Xuan Ming's teeth.

Qiao Yiqing's movements stopped and looked at him in disbelief: "It's good that you don't hurt him. I don't expect you to check his wounds."

Xuan Mingche looked at Qiao Yiqing's questioning eyes and felt ache in her heart, but when she thought of her having to have close contact with Lan Yuemei, the jealousy had already overcome the heartache of being misunderstood.

He endured his grievances and pretended to be generous: "I hit him just now, so in order to apologize, let me heal his wounds."

Qiao Yiqing looked at him half-believingly: "Will you be so kind?"
Chapter completed!