YY8848高清私人影院

  Blood is like a catalyst, immediately arousing the situation in the field.

  Nan Kang rushed over desperately like crazy, and fought with Nan Jin.

  The wailing and cursing were crushed into the wind, blowing past Murong Qiao's ears, which forced her to calm down even more, and hurriedly pressed the alarm call.

   "Hello, I'm here—" Murong Qiao spoke quickly.

  The police rushed over after confirming the address, and the crazy Nankang was escorted into the police car.

   "Nan Qiao! You are a **** white-eyed wolf! Together with this **** Nan Jin—"

   Even at this point, Nankang never forgot to scold her.

  The policeman took Nankang into the police car without changing his face, but he frowned when he heard the foul sound, and he also felt disgusted with Nankang in his heart.

  When the police arrived just now, Nankang brought a knife and yelled to kill Murong Qiao. The situation was clear at first glance, and after adding Murong Qiao's simple explanation, he decided to take Nankang back to the police station first.

  Another policewoman was standing by Murong Qiao and Nan Jin to handle the follow-up.

   "I'm afraid the police station needs the two of you to record statements. This matter is of a bad nature..." The female policeman went through the prescribed procedures.

  She brought a notebook and briefly recorded the case. At the same time, she took a second look at the beautiful girl in front of her. Murong Qiao's eye-catching appearance inevitably made her pay attention and even wonder if there was a story in her heart.

   Nan Jin was furious, thinking how dare Nan Kang dare to do such a thing.

  After hearing what the female policeman said, Nan Jin was about to step forward and agree to record the statement, and to get this done as soon as possible. It is best to let him squat in the future, so as not to come out and go crazy.

  But Murong Qiao grabbed him, and took a step forward instead.

   "Okay, we will cooperate with the investigation as soon as possible, but now I am more worried about the injury." Murong Qiao explained.

  The two of them were victims, and what Murong Qiao said made sense, but the policewoman nodded and took a brief record before leaving with the police car.

   "Your hand..." After watching the police car go away, Murong Qiao turned to look at him.

  Nan Jin unnaturally hid her injured left hand back, and then showed a smirk in an attempt to pass the test in front of her sister.

   "It's nothing, just a fruit knife." Nan Jin comforted her, "Why don't we go to the police station."

   It's okay to lie to her. Nan Jin's left hand twitches and hurts behind her back. Even if it is a fruit knife, the cut of the flesh shows Nankang's full strength.

  If it wasn't for the presence of her sister, Nan Jin would be grinning in pain now.

Murong Qiao didn't believe this, she just stared at Nan Jin with her beautiful eyes, looked at his pale face and forced smile, and finally lowered her eyelashes to fix her eyes on the hand that she didn't let her see. .

  She suddenly sighed, "Follow me."

  After Murong Qiao finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the other side of the road. Nan Jin came to her senses and hurriedly followed.

  The alley is very close to her home, and Murong Qiao only took three or two steps to get downstairs.

   drops.

  Murong Qiao swiped the door card to open the door, then walked in two steps and found that the people behind hadn't followed, so he looked back.

  Nan Jin stood outside the door, staring at her blankly, as if planning to watch her go home.

  Murong Qiao frowned, "Why didn't you follow?"

  After she finished speaking, she looked at Nan Jin who hadn't responded yet, and simply went back a few steps and dragged him in to the elevator to go home.

  It wasn't until she sat on the soft and comfortable sofa and looked at the bright and warm decoration in front of her that Nan Jin woke up as if awakened from a dream, and her long reflection arc fluctuated.

   "I—" He stood up in panic.

  Nan Jin subconsciously wanted to go out, but when she got up, Murong Qiao pressed her shoulders and forced her to sit back.

   "Sit down honestly, I'll go get the medicine box." Murong Qiao explained.

  At any rate, it was because of her injury. Murong Qiao didn't care about the relationship between the two at the moment. The most important thing was to take her home to deal with the injury first.

   "...Okay." Nan Jin said softly after hesitating for a while.

  He sat on the sofa, looked at his sister and heard that he agreed, and then turned and went to the inner room.

  But Nan Jin felt uncomfortable here. Looking at the clothes around him, he always felt that he was not suitable to appear here.

   It’s not that he hasn’t imagined that one day he will visit his sister and sit at her house, and even the relationship between the two can return to that of a brother and sister...

   But definitely not in the current image.

  He was covered in dirt, the dust and blood from the fight had stained his shirt and made him look gray, and the sticky blood in his hands always made Nan Jin wonder if he might be stained somewhere.

  He was both happy and conflicted, he couldn't help but feel happy seeing Murong Qiao let himself sit here, but he struggled again and again to leave.

   "Nan Jin?" A voice called out from inside.

  Having not used the medicine box for a long time, Murong Qiao searched for it for a long time, and was afraid that someone would leave, so he confirmed it.

  Nan Jin answered quickly this time, "I'm here."

  He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the carpet under his feet.

  There is a cute beige sheep pattern on it, the shape is so cute that it makes people soft, and the color is white, Nankang shrinks his feet when he looks at it.

  Murong Qiao finally came back with a medicine box. She sat next to Nan Jin and looked for bandages, alcohol, etc., and then stretched out her hand to him.

   "Hand." Murong Qiao said concisely.

  It is unrealistic for Nan Jin to handle it by herself, and Murong Qiao thinks she still has a conscience.

   "...I'll handle it myself." Nan Jin said.

  Nan Jin knew the wound was scary without even looking at it. He immediately wanted to do it by himself, but stopped when he met his sister's suspicious eyes.

  Murong Qiao looked at him with a half-smile, "You, like Nankang, really think I'm a white-eyed wolf?"

  Her question caught Nan Jin off guard. He panicked and wanted to explain immediately, but when his body moved, Murong Qiao seized the opportunity, grabbed his wrist and pulled out his injured left hand.

   "Don't move." Murong Qiao said in a low voice.

  Her attention fell on Nan Jin's left hand, and her brows were furrowed tightly at this moment, as if a natural moat lay between her brows, as if she didn't expect the wound to be more serious than she thought.

  The palm melted down from the tiger's mouth, and the skin and flesh were all turned out, almost a tragic scene.

  Red-brown blood covered the entire palm, except for the part near the wound, it had dried up to the point where the texture of the palm could be seen clearly. Even when Murong Qiao held it in his hand, Nan Jin's left hand still twitched uncontrollably.

  Murong Qiao felt pain even looking at the bruises, but the only good news is that no bones were injured.

   "I'll wipe it clean first, and let me know if it touches something or it hurts." Murong Qiao whispered.

  She picked up a wet towel and wiped Nan Jin's hands. The movements were so gentle that Nan Jin suddenly felt as if a feather was itching in her palm.

  Nan Jin naturally refused to say anything. In fact, he was already very happy just watching his sister help him deal with the wound.

  Finally, it was Murong Qiao who took the initiative to ask him if it hurts, and Nan Jin made a sound.

   "It's okay, it hurts on its own, but you don't feel anything when you rub it. It won't die." Nan Jin shook her head.

  Furthermore, when he was sick and went to the hospital, he passed out from the pain. Compared with the pain at that time, this is nothing.

   Seeing this, Murong Qiao couldn't ask any more questions.

  She is neither an actor nor a director. She can't tell whether Nan Jin is acting or telling the truth. All she can do is to be more careful in her movements and speed up her processing.