I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

He has a short buzz cut, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a black earring on his left ear, giving him a fierce and handsome look.

His lips were a little pale, probably due to excessive blood loss.

Even though he was so weak, he still looked solemn and murderous.

Wen Wan's gaze moved downwards and stopped at his abdomen, which he was covering with his hands.

The black inner garment was wet, and shocking red color was flowing out from between his fingers.

His slightly trembling body revealed that he was enduring severe pain.

Even in this situation, he still didn't say a word. He is really a werewolf, more than a ruthless person.

Wen Wan was really afraid that he would die.

Asked: "Can you walk?"

"Where?" he asked.

Wen Wan knew what he was worried about. After being shot, he was naturally afraid to go to the hospital.

She wasn't stupid enough to go to the hospital and explain everything. Although she had a private hospital, it was safer the fewer people who knew about it.

She said calmly, "My home."

He climbed out of the car with difficulty and stumbled a bit. Wen Wan raised his hand to support him and felt a wet and sticky blood. The two of them got closer and the smell of blood became stronger.

Fortunately, this large flat has one apartment per floor, so there is no need to worry about meeting neighbors.

After getting on the elevator for a few seconds, they reached the floor and Wen Wan threw Jiang Si onto the sofa.

Then he went to find the medicine box.

Carrying the medicine box out, Jiang Si closed his eyes and remained motionless in the same position he had just been in.

Wen Wan stretched out her hand and placed her index finger just below his nose.

"Swish"

His eyes suddenly opened, alert and fierce with a strong sense of oppression.

Wen Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was locked by a wild beast, and a creepy feeling surged in his heart.

As if he was sure that Wen Wan would not bring him any harm, Jiang Si slowly closed his eyes again, and his sharp look disappeared in an instant.

His brows were furrowed like crumpled rice paper, and beads of sweat were oozing out of his full forehead.

There was a bloodstain on Pi Shuai's face at some point, adding a sense of brokenness.

With this face, no woman would have the heart to watch him fend for himself.

Wen Wan didn't know whether saving him was right or wrong, and what kind of trouble it would bring her in the future.

At this moment, she just wanted to save him.

Thinking of the identity card given by Chu Ci, Wen Wan became greedy again.

This person is so dangerous, shouldn't the reward given by the system be higher?

Find wealth in danger!

After taking off his black leather jacket, I saw that he was not only injured in the abdomen, but also in his left arm.

Looking at the bloody flesh exploding, Wen Wan's pain nerves instantly ran through her whole body, and a tingling sensation spread from her toes to the tips of her hair.

Her delicate facial features wrinkled together, which reminded her of her past self. Her wrist was covered in blood and flesh, but it didn't hurt as much as the wound she saw today.

Without looking at him any further, she immediately took off the last black vest on his body.

Scars of varying sizes on his muscular body were revealed in front of Wen Wan.

It's hard to imagine what this person went through.

She squatted on the edge of the sofa and observed his wound. Fortunately, there was no bullet left in it.

When she lowered her head to look at his wound, Jiang Si had already opened his eyes and was looking at her.

Jiang Si felt very surprised that he actually saw sympathy in the eyes of a strange woman.

She felt sorry for him.

The dense haze in his eyes disappeared.

Wen Wan suddenly looked up and met Jiang Si's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent. She stuffed a piece of gauze into his mouth and said seriously, "Bear with it."

Holding a cotton swab, he blew on the wound. Jiang Si's bulging muscles tightened, and his powerful hands grabbed Wen Wan's wrist.

Wen Wan paused and looked up at him, puzzled.

Isn't it right?

Isn’t that how it’s performed on TV? You have to blow out a breath first.

Jiang Si spat out the gauze she had stuffed in his mouth, snatched the cotton swab from her hand with his other hand, and said with disgust, "I'll do it myself."

Indifference.

Wen Wan didn't force it, she was just pushing it. She was proficient in cutting wrists, so she decided to forget about bandaging.

I watched him trembling as he treated the wound on his abdomen, and then he raised his right hand with difficulty to disinfect his left arm.