The woman's voice was light and shallow, with a delicate, Li Mo slammed, and when she turned her head, she saw that Li Man didn't know when he was at his feet, his hands were squatting, his eyes were slouching, and he looked at himself childishly. .

"Big brother, hard work, thank you." Seeing him without words, Li Man thought that he did not say what he said, he did not understand, and said another word seriously.

Li Mo hurriedly took back her heart, but because of her eyes, her words were even more confusing. The honey-colored face was already red, and the head was only flustered with bamboo poles, but the bamboo pole was not as good as the palm. I have been obedient before.

Li Man saw him like this. When he did not learn the truth, he had to get up and wanted to go back and look for Li painting.

Together, Li Mo’s hand was a disappointment spread from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to keep her talking to her, but she had already ran to the East House.

Staring at the open East House door, there seems to be a shadow in the room. Li Mo slightly squints, and then lowers his head and continues to live. However, the action is very hard and seems to be mad like this bamboo pole. Suddenly, the fingertips hurt, and a bamboo thorn stuck into the nail crease of the index finger of the left hand, and the red blood of the red rose.

Looked at the blood beads getting bigger and bigger, wet the fingers, Li Mo also stunned, but in my mind, the opposite of the normal thinking of the cinnabar on the woman's arm, red is like this blood.

"Big brother, hard... Yeah, what's wrong with you?" Li Manxing rushed out, and wanted to show it to Li Mo, but he saw his finger bleed, startled, and grabbed it. When he looked at his hand, he saw that the entire index finger was stained with blood, and there was blood in the fingers.

"Have you got stuck with a bamboo stick?" Li Man stared at his injured finger with his eyes open, and the two fingertips carefully helped him to smash the thin bamboo stick. "No, disinfection." Bandage it."

Li Mo had already stayed, and she ran to the East House quickly, and ran out in a short time, holding a small pot of wine in her hand, and a small piece of cloth and thread.

Li Hua and Xiao Wu also followed, worried, "Big Brother, what happened?"

"Nothing, I was accidentally **** by the bamboo pole." Li Mo was embarrassed, unnaturally smashing the injured finger into the palm of his hand.

Li Man couldn't understand the conversation between them. She only focused on her own affairs. She was half-squatting in front of Li Mo and directly picked up his injured finger. He wanted to wash him with wine first.

In the face of two younger brothers, Li Mo’s face rose again and purple, and the electric shock retracted his hand, low and low, “not in the way.”

"Your finger is hurt. It is spring, the season of germ growth. If it is not good, how can the wound infection become inflamed." Li Man forgot that he couldn't understand it. Some soft words urged him to speak. Hold his hand, gently scrub his injured finger with wine, and then clean it up, and use a clean cloth to help him bandage.

Li Mo only thought that this wine was not washed in his hands, but poured into his heart. The whole person was dizzy, and he was completely at the mercy of Li Man. Until she was bandaged, he didn’t touch the water, he was especially awake. Come.

Also awake, there is Li painting. He is standing on the side like that. A pair of ink-colored **** are quiet and calm, watching this scene quietly, and his heart suddenly feels gratified and bitter, and there is a trace of unclear pain. .....

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Dear, Linger is back, waiting for anxious? Today, I will go one more, and there will be two more.

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