波多野结衣 家庭教师

He stood opposite Xia Xingcheng, looked down at Xia Xingcheng and saw that she had a knife in her hand and put it on her neck. It seemed strange to outsiders.

See Sheng Yeling\'s expression is loose when he looks at Xia Xingcheng. Xia Xingcheng\'s heart is relieved. It seems that there is nothing wrong with her gambling. Even if Sheng Yeling doesn\'t care about Xia Xingcheng, he won\'t really ignore the children\'s life and death.

In any negotiation, there must be chips. As long as you have chips, you can have the chance to negotiate. Xia Xingcheng is just making chips in desperation.

"Say what you want to do." Sheng Yeling finished, not looking at Xia Xingcheng, but sitting quietly on the side of Xia Xingcheng, looking at Xia Xingcheng with some interest.

Xia Xingcheng is looking at him, but the knife in his hand does not dare to relax at all. He proposed to him one by one: "I only need my mobile phone today, as long as you give it to me, I promise I will not do anything harmful to myself."

Although it doesn\'t sound like a fair negotiation, Xia Xingcheng can\'t control so much now. He just looks at him coldly and waits for his answer. Because Xia Xingcheng gambles again to see what the weight of Xia Xingcheng in his heart is.

"Oh." Sheng Yeling gave a faint hum, and his fingers gently knocked on the table, which seemed to be considering the credibility of Xia Xingcheng orange.

"Xia Xingcheng, but you must take this as your chips to talk to me? Or are you so sure I\'ll give it to you? "

"Didn\'t you find out that my favorite thing was to be tough?"

Sheng Yeling said, taking a look at the knife in Xia Xingcheng\'s hand, and then saw that Xia Xingcheng was putting the knife closer to the skin. Finally, his face was a little flustered.

Xia Xingcheng is very happy. He doesn\'t care about many of them. He even tightens the knife in his hand. He asks coldly, "have you thought about it? My time is limited."

"Enough."

Seeing the bloodstain on the knife, Sheng Yeling swore in a low voice, and finally reluctantly threw Xia Xingcheng\'s mobile phone in front of him.

"That\'s what you want. Now you can let go." Sheng Yeling can\'t bear to say that the anger in his tone can even be felt by Xia Xingcheng, which is very profound.

Xia Xingcheng has achieved his goal. He will not be teasing himself. He reaches out and takes Xia Xingcheng\'s mobile phone. He is very happy. Maybe that\'s how he feels after losing it.

Xia Xing orange put down his knife and waved at him directly: "thank you." With that, Xia Xingcheng turns to go directly to the villa.

Now I finally got my mobile phone. Xia Xingcheng could not help smiling. Even seeing Sheng Yeling\'s gloomy face, he felt that he was looking at himself with a smile.

Xia Xingcheng won the game.

It wasn\'t until Xia Xingcheng came back to the house that the pain on his neck began to hit. Xia Xingcheng looked in the mirror and found that there was a little red mark on his neck. Maybe he had just exerted too much force because of the tension.

Xia Xingcheng\'s hand was originally heavy. He must have just been too nervous to hurt himself. Fortunately, the wound is not very deep. The blood on his neck has stopped. It\'s just a simple bandage.

Xia Xingcheng is about to call Chen Ma to ask about the location of her medicine box, but the door of the room suddenly opens. Then Sheng Yeling\'s indifferent face appears in front of Xia Xingcheng.

Xia Xingcheng thinks that he sent his mobile phone to Xia Xingcheng. He is rarely in a good temper. He reaches out his hand and says, "is the mobile phone here?"

Sheng Yeling\'s line of sight followed Xia Xingcheng\'s hand directly to Xia Xingcheng\'s neck. After seeing the red mark on Xia Xingcheng\'s neck, he looked at Xia Xingcheng angrily.

Xia Xingcheng was embarrassed and hurried: "don\'t you want to talk?"

Sheng Yeling frowned, "I never break my promise."

Xia Xingcheng sees him like this, and he is a little relieved. At this time, the pain on his neck comes a little bit. Xia Xingcheng has no time to pay attention to him. He raises his foot and is ready to walk by his side. However, he grabs his arm coldly: "what are you doing? Are you still injured or running around?"

Xia Xingcheng turns his white eyes, breaks away from his grip, and says with patience, "what else can I do, of course, to bandage?"

Sheng Yeling ignores Xia Xingcheng\'s unwillingness and directly pulls Xia Xingcheng to the sofa. There is no doubt about his attitude: "don\'t move, wait here for Xia Xingcheng."

Xia Xingcheng didn\'t know what he was going to do, but seeing his serious attitude, he sat patiently in the room waiting for him.

Within a moment, Sheng Yeling came to Xia Xingcheng with a medicine box in his hand. It was at this time that Xia Xingcheng finally understood that he was going to bandage his wound.There is something in my heart that is not delicious. Xia Xingcheng lowers his head impatiently to hide the strange feeling in his heart at this time.

"Look up."

However, Sheng Yeling had to sit beside Xia Xingcheng and force him to lift his head. Xia Xingcheng was so helpless that he had to close his eyes and raise his head. In this way, he always felt as if he was dead.

Then, a cool touch came from the neck. Xia Xingcheng knew that Sheng Yeling was applying medicine to Xia Xingcheng\'s wound. His movements were extremely gentle and strange. Xia Xingcheng didn\'t feel any discomfort.

Xia Xingcheng\'s eyes are closed, and all his feelings are magnified infinitely. He carefully applies medicine to Xia Xingcheng\'s skin, as well as his occasional, careless contact with Xia Xingcheng\'s skin, will make Xia Xingcheng shudder uncontrollably. Xia Xingcheng is afraid of such a feeling, so he has to secretly clench his hand into a fist, so as not to let himself reveal a little emotion, and live like a year.

For a long time, he gently pasted the bandage on Xia Xingcheng\'s neck and said to him, "it\'s ready."

Xia Xingcheng dared to open his eyes and sighed with relief. For the first time, he regretted that he had just started to lose his mind. Otherwise, how could Xia Xingcheng be so hard to bear.

Looking at the mirror, I saw that the wound around me had been cleaned by Sheng Yeling. All that remained was that some red marks were wrapped by his bandage. Xia Xingcheng could not do it in any way.