Chapter 90 This Is to Beat People to Death

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Wang Yunmei glanced worriedly at Wu Bi in her arms after hearing this. Although he said he was fine, there was so much blood on his body and his face was swollen. How could he look like he was fine?

"Aunt Mei..." Wu Bi gasped and struggled to speak: "Don't...don't tell Lao Wu, I won't cause...to trouble you."

"You kid, why don't you cause trouble! I'm worried about your injury." Wang Yunmei said, and after thinking about it, she said to Jian Yu and Jian Ai: "In this way, the two of you will help people first. Go back and help him deal with the wound."

Jian Yu nodded when he heard the words, squatted down and raised Wu Bi with force, Jian Ai hurriedly stepped forward and raised his hand.

Wu Bi inherited the genes of Old Wu, and his whole person is half a head taller than Jian Yu, who is over 1.8 meters tall. Jian Ai's small physique is even less impressive in front of him. At the moment, Wu Bi was unable to exert his strength because of the injury, and the whole body's weight fell on the shoulders of the two of them.

It took ten minutes to walk for half an hour before returning home. As soon as they entered the door, the two hurriedly placed Wu Bi on the sofa. Jian Yu was so tired that he was out of breath: "Brother Wu is really a true biography of Uncle Wu. It's so heavy."

"Tired..." Wu Bi was lying on the sofa and said weakly.

I thought he had already slept, but unexpectedly he was awake. Jian Yu scratched his head in embarrassment: "You're welcome, Brother Wu, you can rest in peace at our house."

Jian Ai went into the bathroom and poured out a basin of hot water. She wet the towel to wipe the blood on Wu Bi's face, but she did not forget to remind her, "It might hurt a bit, so please bear with it."

Wu Bi's eyelids were swollen like steamed buns. He could only look at Jian Ai, who was squatting next to the sofa, through the gaps in his eyes. Jane Ai's profile is extremely soft, her crystal clear skin seems to be glowing, her smooth forehead has no flaws, and she simply wears a ponytail.

Wu Bi wanted to tug at the corner of his mouth and laugh, but he couldn't exert his strength. In the end, he could only say in a small voice, "It's alright, I'm not afraid of pain."

Even though he said that, Jian Ai's hand was extremely gentle, especially when she touched the redness and swelling on his face, she gritted her teeth unconsciously, as if she was hurting for him. But Wu Bi didn't seem to be in pain, and didn't make a sound from beginning to end.

"Brother, go back to the store first. If we were to clear the store today, if neither of us were there, Uncle Wu would definitely ask when he went there. Mom is the worst at lying, and she will inevitably leak." After wiping her face, Jian Ai got up. Facing Jian Yudao.

Jian Yu thought for a while and felt that what her sister said made sense. She glanced at Wu Bi on the sofa again, and nodded: "If you have anything, remember to come find me in the store."

After the eldest brother left, Jian Ai went to her mother's room and took out the usual emergency medicine box. Although there are not many things in it, there are disinfectant water, red syrup and gauze, which should be enough.

Back in front of the sofa, Jian Ai raised her eyes and glanced at Wu Bi, who couldn't see his appearance. At this time, he had closed his eyes and his breathing was a little steady, and he actually fell asleep.

Jian Ai squatted down and started to treat his wounds gently, but she couldn't help but muttered in her heart, how much hatred it had to be so cruel. And Wu Biege's body is basically red and swollen, with few scratches. He said that all the blood on his body belonged to others. He didn't seem to be lying. Is this beating people to death? Damn yourself with blood.

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