Chapter 280： Blood-stained style

Chapter 280 Blood Dye

The cloud painting was so stiff that I couldn’t help but reach out and hold the painful lower abdomen.

Bo Siqing has already left the documents in his hand and controlled the wheelchair to bypass the desk to her.

"Where is it hurting, when is it hurt?" Bosi’s brow wrinkled and his eyes were quite serious.

Cloud painting with big eyes and shaking his head, "I am not hurt."

"I have told you that I have a very sensitive sense of smell." Boss said, "I smell a strong **** smell."

"..." Cloud painting wants to cry.

He did say that he had a good sense of smell and that the security dog ​​could not match him.

But... for girls, **** taste doesn't mean hurting...

The face of the cloud painting, starting from the neck, quickly smudged a layer of haze, the heat is amazing.

"Hot fever?" Bo Siqing's face changed slightly, and he reached out and touched her forehead. "Is the wound infected? Call the doctor to come over..."

The cloud painting was a slap in the hands of Bo Siqing, and some of them looked at her with annoyance: "I am not injured, girls... Girls have a few days every month, you don't understand!"

After the cloud painting is irritated, I want to go, but I can’t go...

Ah, she is going crazy!

She is wearing white trousers, she is sitting on the sofa!

What she can be sure of now is that the trousers must have been bloody, but the sofa...

Throw the dead!

After experiencing the initial sorrow, Bo Siqing quickly turned away from his face and coughed aloud: "Oh, that I know... it’s just not thinking about it for a while... Well, what do you need, what the little angel is? , may not be prepared here..."

Cloud painting is almost dying!

"You are waiting here!" Bo Siqing dropped a sentence and hurriedly controlled the wheelchair and left the study.

Cloud painting suddenly didn't feel embarrassed, because the thin Shouqing's ears... so red!

She thought about it and suddenly couldn't help but smile.

There is no one in the study now, and the cloud painting quickly got up and looked at it.

Sure enough, there is already a vague red on the sofa, but fortunately it is a leather sofa, blood will not penetrate.

Cloud painting quickly took a paper towel, dipped in water, wiped and rubbed until the paper towel no longer stained a little red.

But what about pants?

Cloud painting hides in the bathroom and doesn't want to come out. Sitting on the toilet, watching the white trousers, the unspeakable part of the bright red... is particularly sad!

Oh, wait, no.

Cloud painting suddenly thought of something...

When she was a child, she was the first wave of her 13th birthday. She was at school. No one told her that she wore **** pants to go to the physical education class and was laughed at by everyone...

Later, Qi Ziheng passed by, took off his white shirt around her waist and gave her a break.

But now...

Cloud painting tried hard, but she couldn’t remember the time when she came to this life!

Anyway, since she was born again, it has been two or three months, she has not been to an official holiday!

Of course, for her physical reasons, in her memory, her vacation seems to have been inaccurate, and sometimes it is normal to have two or three months.

But now, she is not remembering when she will come to the holiday!

Just when the cloud painting was very annoying for the menarche time of his life, the bathroom door was ringing.

"Drawing, I put things at the door. Well, Lin Shu told me something, I will go down first, you will slowly clean up, don't worry. What's the matter, call me..."

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(End of this chapter)