Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

Yan Ziyu's wrist was painful when he was holding it, and her heart seemed to ache as well. 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 struggle again. Coincidentally, Yan Ziyu was shaken a little, stepped back, couldn't stand, and sat on the floor with a thump. Coincidentally, her head was hitting the corner of a table next to it!

Blood ran down her forehead.

Everyone 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.

The little girl who accompanied her flew up early, and quickly lifted her from the ground, almost crying: "Miss, you're bleeding ..."

Yan Zijie shook her head: "No problem." Her forehead hurt hotly, but compared to the pain in her heart, what's the pain in her forehead?

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

The little girl was busy treating her wounds, but this time she went out to participate in the concert and literati activities, so the little girl did not prepare those beating ointments. Anxious at this time: "Miss, the slave is damned, without ointment."

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

A very 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 her own sleeves, and wrapped her hands around her head: "The skin is hurt, so you don't need to take medicine."

With her sleeves raised, her once-white-white wrists were revealed, and there was a circle of dark purple on her wrists.

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

He raised his hand, took Ziyu's bandaging hand, and stuffed her palm ointment into her hand: "This wound must be treated, otherwise it will leave scars ..."

Yan Ziyu suddenly regained her hands. She had a large range of movements, and Gu Ziyan was also jealous. She didn't dare to hold her hands 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 Xie, 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 don't want her to be hurt.

Yan Ziyu smiled bitterly, she knew everything, but it was only when the relationship could not be broken for a while that she would often be injured by a little incident ...

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

It has been shameful, and she doesn't want to make herself cry here even more shame ...

She was about to bandage her wounds and immediately set off a small boat to leave. She stretched out a hand behind her silently, and she also had ointment on her palm: "Miss Yan, use this."

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

The young man in black had a calm, calm eye, but the palm of his hand was very stable.

Yan Zijie was relieved ...