Chapter 182

"Oh, my flawless arm, is it going to leave an ugly scar in the future?" Tracy sighed.

Renault pulled at the corners of his mouth and shook his hand. The alcohol cotton to clean up the blood almost pressed on the wound.

He immediately concentrated, reminded himself that he could not hear anything, and couldn't help whispering: "boss, if you recover well, you won't leave too deep marks."

Tracy just didn't hear Renault's words and continued to feel sorry for himself.

In fact, he doesn't care whether to leave a scar, but uses this relaxed way to ease the tension. He doesn't want Monica to worry, nor does he want Sophie to worry or blame herself

Well, maybe he is amorous. Sophie's cautious and concerned look should be more self reproach.

Not to mention, his style works well.

Successfully attracted Monica's attention. Monica scolded him angrily and funny, "haven't you seen a man like you, can't you be a man?"

"Hee hee, I'm not afraid that the scar is too ugly to scare you. What should you do if you dislike me?" Tracy said to Monica with a smile, but she scolded in her heart. It hurts me so much. Go away and wait for me.

Many tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and nose, and his neck and upper body were tight because of pain.

What I did was really hurt when I was hurt, but now Renault helped him clean up the wound, using alcohol cotton and disinfectant spray, and the pain in the wound directly hit his senses.

It's a shame that I can't cry out at this time.

GAGs are no doubt not a good distraction, but also reduce the pressure of those who care about him.

"I'm all yours. How can I dislike..."

"Fortunately, the knife didn't touch my handsome face, so it was miserable..."

"You... You... You sleep on the sofa tonight." Monica, who just wanted to show her tenderness, was disturbed by his words.

"Are you worried that I'll pull the wound? It doesn't matter, honey, this little wound."

"Hum..." Monica doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Poof..." Sophie looked at the two flirting and couldn't help laughing. She almost laughed and covered her mouth.

The thrilling scene just now seems to have been forgotten. Tracy's attention is completely attracted by them. The pressure is reduced a lot. At the same time, the whole person is not so tight and relaxed a lot.

She just wanted to insert a word, but she got stuck. The observant woman found the sweat on Tracy's temples and his trembling neck.

His eyes unconsciously floated to Tracy's wound and thought to himself that he was in pain. He was enduring it. He was afraid we were worried

She felt the young man's thoughts in front of her. Sophie felt as if she had been stabbed by something. She couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mood, grabbed Tracy's left arm with both hands, and suddenly said, "the scar is a man's medal. How can it be ugly."

Sophie's words stunned Tracy. "Medal?"

Then he raised his chin, pointed to Renault and joked, "tut Tut, my bodyguard has medals on his face. It's really handsome, hahaha..."

Sleeping trough, it hurts.

Joy begets sorrow. He pulled the wound and his body trembled slightly.

Renault buried his head and continued to help him deal with the wound. At this time, he had a bitter melon face. The boss was still in the mood to tease me. It was really..... Alas.

In my heart, I could not help but make complaints about the wound with alcohol cotton.

When the alcohol pad touched the wound, he suddenly had a meal on his hand and said in his heart, bad, forget to remind the boss and let him bear it, this

When he reacted and looked up to remind him, he saw Tracy grinning at him, "Renault, you just said... Let me punish you."

Hiss... Paralyzed, I'll joke with you. You'll retaliate against me, right? I owe you

The pricking pain of the cone heart still didn't let Tracy call out. He scolded his mother in his heart and really wanted to beat Renault.

"Punishment... Um... Yes, it should be. Otherwise, boss... You will punish me for half a year... No, a year's salary."

Renault said carefully. Tracy snorted coldly, "hum... It's too light a year."

"Ah?!"

"Don't touch my whisky before Christmas. I don't want your salary. Don't want me to help you raise your daughter."

"Boss, i..."

"Wrap it up for me quickly and watch your hands and feet." finally Tracy just joked with him. Then he looked at the murderer and said, "is the bastard dead? After taking care of my wound, get him up and let me see."

"Hey, man, are you hurt? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you? I found something wrong with you just now. I've called the police for you. Are you okay?"

Before Renault could speak, a voice came not far behind him.

Tracy looked up and looked down at his voice. A man and a woman looked here with concern, but they didn't dare to get too close. It was estimated that they were afraid of getting into trouble.

However, from the man's words, we can hear that the man still has a sense of justice, unlike some other people who pretend to be nothing when they find out what's going on here.

Tracy glanced around and found that there were many such people. He secretly looked here, but he didn't mean to help.

The man who spoke called the police for him, but the girl around him pulled him nervously. It can be seen that his girlfriend didn't want him to meddle.

Tracy shook her head. It's really counseling. Are you afraid that the salted fish has a gun.

At the thought of the gun, Tracy not only gave a thrill, but it was really thrilling just now. If the other party had a gun, he couldn't be reborn again.

It seems that we should be more careful in the future, Tracy thought, and then shouted to the man who helped him call the police: "thank you, man. I'm all right. The guy with the knife is subdued by me."

"Wow! Good job, man."

The voice of their conversation was not small and reached the ears of those who dared not move forward.

It was found that there was no danger here. These people who took aim at it gradually leaned over.

"Pop... Pop..."

I don't know who took the head. There was applause one after another, and some people shouted.

"Great, man."

"Great, man."

"I saw it just now. His skill is really good."

"Yes, very powerful. He was going to help, but he solved it at once."

"Come on, I don't know how timid you are."

"Wow! That man is so handsome..."

………………..

Tracy is covered with black lines. I don't know what expression to use to treat these melon eaters. Especially, this wave of 66666 is OK.

Tracy didn't bother to pay attention to these people. Renault had wrapped Tracy up and gathered together.

Whispered in his ear, "boss, do you want me to give the murderer..."

Renault flashed a fierce light in his eyes and made a vague gesture.

Tracy shook his head and said, "we are civilized people. When the police come, accuse him of intentional murder and let him stay in for more than ten or twenty years."

“..........”

"Pull the guy who pretends to be dead and let me see. He dares to commit murder in the street, FK."

Renault nodded, got up and walked over, and Tracy stood up.

Renault rudely pulled the tall man who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The man was a little shaky and unconscious, but his mouth was still muttering, as if saying something. Renault raised his chin.

Tracy saw the man clearly. Sophie beside him suddenly exclaimed, "it's him!"

"Sophie, do you know him?" Tracy asked with a frown.

"I've seen him. He claims to be my fan. He once followed me and I found him. That time, I sent him to the police station. I thought he wouldn't follow me anymore. Unexpectedly......" Sophie was frightened and became more and more frightened.

"It's easier to be a recidivist. This man is too dangerous, Sophie." Tracy touched her chin and winked at Renault. "Straighten it out."

Renault understood it. A big hand clamped like pliers around the man's neck and picked him up.

Tracy bowed slightly to accumulate strength, and for a moment, a left hook without warning hit the man on the cheek.