Chapter 242 Jiaojiao lady is spoiled by the champion Lang 12

  Bai Sang’s fingers began to bleed.

   "Ah, Jiaojiao!" Seeing her hand, the book mother helped her up anxiously.

   Grabbing people and walking out.

  Come to the medical hall.

  After a while, Bai Sang’s fingers were wrapped in layers of cloth.

  There are still traces of blood flowing out of it.

   "Did Zhengqing go to the private school, your heart is worried?" The book mother nodded her head, "The cut is so deep, Zhengqing will definitely feel distressed when he comes back."

  Bai Sang's cheeks are slightly red, "Mother, should you go to the private school, right?"

   "Of course, should I take you there? It's not early, and they will be back too."

"OK!"

  Bai Sang followed the Shumu to the door of the private school.

  This private school is located across the river, and there are some stalls at the door.

  There are all kinds of things.

  Bai Sang looked a little dazzled.

   Passing by a stall, she took the book mother and said quietly: "Mother, they are not as good as us."

  The mother of the book smiled: "That's natural."

  The two hadn’t waited long before the door of the private school opened.

  Shu Zhengqing appeared before her eyes.

  He is walking with an old lady with a beard and a serious face.

  Father of the book followed behind, with joy on his face.

  Bai Sang was relieved when he saw it.

  This must be over.

  She followed and laughed.

  Shu Zhengqing had a conversation, and she saw Bai Sang and mother standing at the door.

  He finished talking with the old lady, and immediately ran over to Baisang.

   Reached out and habitually held Bai Sang's hand: "Lady."

  Bai Sang paled, "It hurts."

   "Lady, what's the matter?" Shu Zhengqing immediately let go.

  Suddenly saw a cloth wrapped around his left hand.

  Now because he squeezed hard, the cloth was stained with red blood, which looked terrible.

   Shu Zhengqing's complexion followed pale, and gently held Bai Sang's left hand in front of her, "Madam, why are you hurt!"

  Bai Sangqiang held up a smile and shook his head, trying to withdraw his hand.

  But this hand hurts too much.

   "Look at the medical hall you are stubborn, hurry up!" Shumu picked up the white sang, came to the medical hall again, and refilled the medicine.

  Bai Sangtong’s eyes were red, and Shu Zhengqing just grabbed her left hand hard and stuck the cloth into the flesh.

  The new dressing was changed, and when it came out, the painful tears almost shed.

   Next to Shu Zhengqing's eyes were red, and his face looked ugly as he watched the lady's pain, and he clenched his fists with both hands.

  I want to slap myself.

  "Some of the meat is also cut off. When the new meat grows, it won't get in the way." The doctor took a pen and wrote: "Too much blood loss, prescribe a prescription for medicine."

  Shu Zhengqing supported Bai Sang and moved cautiously, "Miss, it's all my fault, you hit me."

   After finishing speaking, he put his face in front of Bai Sang, really let her hit.

  Bai Sang slowly came over, and laughed: "I was injured because I missed Xianggong's mind, so does this also count for Xianggong?"

Shu Zhengqing pursed his mouth. He tightly held Bai Sang's uninjured right hand, and rubbed it in his palm, "Madam, I miss you too. When I was studying, he always turned his head and looked at the side, thinking you too. Yes. But the person sitting next to me was someone I didn’t know, and he found that I was always looking at him, thinking that I was looking for him.”

   "Puff." Bai Sang laughed.

  I also found comfort in my heart.

  Sanggong has not forgotten himself.

"Really, he still talked to me when the hall was closed, asking if I had an opinion on him." Shu Zhengqing leaned in Bai Sang's ear after speaking, and then whispered, "Because he is a little fat, I heard people shouting He is chubby."

  Bai Sang is happier now.

   almost didn't laugh while clutching his belly.

  (End of this chapter)