He Is Warmer Than Time

The trouser tube was rolled to his knees, and Feng Baoer saw a muddy pool of flesh and blood. Not only did he lose the skin, but probably also the flesh.

The medicine kit was delivered to her. She picked up the gauze, dipped it with iodophor, and said in a deep voice, "It's probably going to hurt. Can you hold it back?"

The gauze was pressed to the wound, and the scream of killing pigs almost pierced Feng Baoer’s eardrums. Song Ran had teardrops hanging on her eyelashes and stared at Feng Baoer: "Sister Baoer, you...you...you do too much. It's cruel, it hurts me to death."

Feng Bao'er curled her lips: "I didn't see you when I fell down just now. I gave you medicine, but you called it like this. You don't know good people."

Song Ran yelled, and Xiaoju outside was naturally being trained even more miserably. Xiaoju's resentment was extreme in her heart. Is Song Ran as good as she? Isn't it just a little skin trauma? Call it like this, and deliberately hurt her to be disciplined.

Feng Baoer gave her a good medicine, Song Ran was already sweaty, and his face was flushed, looking miserable, Feng Baoer whispered: "Since the injury is so bad, let's rest for a day or two. "

Song Ran waved his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "I won't rest, I have to hurry back to school."

Firstly, school is about to start, secondly, she wants to stay with her Jia Jingxing for another three or two days before school starts. After all, she has been filming throughout the summer vacation. He just met in a hurry for his birthday yesterday. She had to consider what gift she might make for him.

Feng Baoer wrapped her in gauze and curled her lips without saying anything.

The deputy director outside was still training people, Song Ran endured the pain and said to Feng Baoer: "Sister Baoer, you told the director to stop training. They didn't mean to do it. Forget it."

Can't be trained, don't you give her hatred.

Feng Baoer ran out to make a round, and Xiaoju looked back at Song Ran. Song Ran was surrounded by a group of people who were warm and cold to her, and what about her?

The deputy director sternly said: "If there is another omission, just wrap me up and leave!"

Not fate with others.

Xiaoju is only nineteen years old. She has been trained by the deputy director until now, her psychological defense has completely collapsed. At this moment, she cried into tears and was taken away by her master.

As soon as he left the yard, Xiaoju asked the master with tearful eyes: "Master, Song Ran is not badly injured, why did the director scold me to death?"

The master patted her on the shoulder: "People are the leading actors, you are a messenger, you hurt them, the director must not scold you whom? She Song Ran is Jin Gui, this is all fate, do you want to admit your fate, know? What do we do? In this way, you have to be cautious. You can't be sloppy anymore, remember?"

Xiaoju cried and cried: "How precious is she? Didn't she just scratch her skin? As for shouting like that? She did me deliberately."

The master said angrily: "Don't say it. If the director hears this, your job will really be gone. You are not allowed to say a word. Have you heard it?"

Xiaoju sobbed: "I know the master."

Wen Huihui witnessed all this, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Song Ran is really a gold medalist. After a fall, a bunch of people went to hush cold and ask warmth. It was really hypocritical.

Everyone's attention was on Song Ran, and Wen Huihui ran out silently, following Xiao Ju's steps.

Wen Huihui yelled, Xiaoju looked back at her, eyes crying like nutcrackers: "Huihui..."

Wen Huihui patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be sad..."

Someone comforted, that Xiaoju cried more and more unable to control herself.