The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

I don't know whether I should say that Shao Yan was lucky and happened to go back, or whether he should say that he expected Huo Nanting to come back, so he ran away, leaving Huo Nanting in vain.

Sang Jian prefers the first scenario, otherwise he would not leave his men and run away.

But Huo Nanting never thought that Sang Jian would come here.

Bring back.

Huo Nanting glanced at the others coldly, and then he got into the car with Sang Jian in his arms.

He almost threw Sanmi into the car, and after she sat firmly, he went up and sat next to her.

Just now, Huo Nanting wanted to rush into the building to save Sang Jian, so he poured a bucket of water on himself, and now he was all wet.

I don't know if it was because of this, but Sang Jian felt that there was a faint coldness emanating from him.

She sat upright and glanced at Huo Nanting beside her from time to time.

Lao Li watched others escorting the other group of people back to the car behind, and then got in and started the car to go home.

The car left smoothly, and Sang Jian couldn't help but look back at the small building behind him that was still burning with fire.

She reached out and grabbed the back of Huo Nanting's hand beside her, and asked softly: Why don't you dispose of the body?

Hearing this, Huo Nanting half-closed his eyes and stared at Sang Jian dangerously, When did you follow me?

Did you even see him kill people?

Sang Jian withdrew his gaze and said, I followed you right after you left the house.

She tilted her head and looked at Huo Nanting. Seeing that his expression was not good, Sang Jian pursed her lips and said, When I see you come out, I will always come with you to catch you. What if you cuckold me?

... Some people don't understand what cuckold means, but Huo Nanting still understands the word cuckold.

He was silent for a long time, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Finally taking a deep breath, Then how did you get caught?

With Sang Jian's skills, she shouldn't be put into a small building.

Sang Jian suddenly raised his hand to cover the wound on his forehead, and said painfully: They don't follow martial ethics and are conducting a sneak attack!

Seeing Sang Jian pretending to be in pain, Huo Nanting, regardless of whether Sang Jian was faking it, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms. He picked up his sleeve with his other hand and gently wiped the blood on her forehead. .

While wiping, he frowned and blew on the wound carefully, for fear of hurting her.

Sang Jian leaned honestly into his wet arms.

To be honest, the humidity feels uncomfortable.

But still bearable.

Sang Jian curled his lips slightly, grabbed the collar of Huo Nanting's windbreaker, and asked in a low voice: Mr. Huo, are you worried about me?

...

Huo Nanting stopped blowing her wound. After a while, he continued blowing without replying to Sang Jian.

He just wiped off the excess blood on Sang Jian's head without touching the wound. Sang Jian didn't feel any pain.

His cautious demeanor was very useful to Sang Jian.

The sleeves were wet, just enough to wipe away the blood.

When Sang Jian only had a blood scar as big as a thumbnail on his forehead, Huo Nanting withdrew his hand.

His sleeve was already stained a little red.

Sang Jian was still leaning in his arms, grabbing his collar, Actually, I never thought you would come back.

What are you going to do if I don't come back? Huo Nanting's Adam's apple rolled.

I'm thinking whether I should come out disfigured or is it more important to save my life?

Sang Jian told the truth, After thinking about it later, I felt that it was important to save my life, and then you came back. So there is no what if.

He is back, this is a fact, although the purpose of coming back is not her.