Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 483: This situation can’t be broken for a while

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Yan Zijie's wrist was hurt by his grip, and her heart seemed to be hurting too. She suddenly struggled: "Remove your dirty hands!"

Gu Ziyan's complexion changed slightly, and his subconsciously let go.

He loosened his hands a bit faster, and Yan Ziyu happened to be struggling again. Coincidentally, Yan Ziyu was shaken, took a few steps back, couldn't stand, and fluttered and sat on the ground. Coincidentally, her head was hitting the corner of a table next to it!

There was blood running down her forehead.

The crowd didn't seem to expect this scene, and stayed.

As soon as Gu Ziyan's face changed, she reached out to help her: "Zi Xie ..."

Yan Ziyu seemed to be burned by the fire, her body was slightly on one side, and she avoided his hand.

Her little girl-in-law rushed over early, and quickly lifted her from the ground, almost crying: "Miss, you're bleeding ..."

Yan Zijie shook her head: "It doesn't matter." Her forehead hurt hotly, but compared to the pain in her heart, what's the pain in her forehead?

She touched this lightly, and the blood on her forehead was flowing, and the blink of an eye had already flowed to her cheek.

The little girl is busy treating her wounds, but she went out to participate in the concert and literati activities, so the little girl did not prepare those beating ointments. At this time, the situation was anxious: "Miss, the slave is damned, no ointment."

"I have it here." A hand reached over, a bottle of gold wound medicine in the palm of his hand.

A beautiful hand, playing the piano at first glance, looks along the fingers, which is Gu Ziyan's uncomfortable face.

The little girl looked at Yan Ziyu, Yan Ziyu turned a blind eye to the hand, and tore off her sleeve, she wrapped her hand around her head: "It's just a trauma to the skin, you don't need to take medicine." >

Her sleeves were raised, revealing her once-white-white wrist. There was a circle of dark purple on her wrist.

Gu Ziyan's eyes turned from her bleeding forehead to Wu Zi's wrist, her face paled even more.

He raised his hand and took the kitty's hand that was about to be bandaged, and stuffed her palm ointment into her hand: "This wound must be treated, otherwise it will leave scars ..."

Yan Ziyu suddenly regained her hand. She had a large range of movements, and Gu Ziyan was also jealous. She didn't dare to hold her hand tightly, and she opened it as soon as she earned it. Even the medicine bottle in the palm of his hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces, and the ointment flowed to the ground.

"Pop!" There was something in Gu Ziyan's heart that seemed to crack along with this medicine bottle.

Gu Zi gave a banquet and looked at her anger: "Zi Lu, I didn't mean it just now ..."

Yan Ziyu took a deep breath, and her lips drew: "I know." You just care about your face but you are messy, and you can't tolerate a little harm.

Yan Zijie smiled bitterly, she understood everything, but it was only when the relationship was unexplored that she would often be hurt by a little incident ...

There seems to be water vapor in her eyes, and she doesn't want to stay here anymore.

It's already shameful, she doesn't want to make herself cry here even more shame ...

She was about to bandage her wounds and immediately got a boat to leave. She extended a hand behind her silently, and she also had a salve on her palm: "Miss Yan, use this."

Yan Ziyu looked up, into the eyes of a boy in black.

The black man's eyes were calm and calm, but his palm holding the ointment was stable.

Yan Zijie is relieved ...