"You, you have to be reliable if you want to make excuses, right? Is it any woman who lies under you that night, and you will use these words to prevaricate her today? ”

"No, you are the only one I love from beginning to end."

"I don't believe it!"

It's no wonder that Song Tiantian didn't believe it, Tang Jingyun had hidden his mind for so many years, how could Song Tiantian easily guess it?

Before 'that night', in Song Tianting's impression, she and Tang Jingyun really didn't even say a few words, how could they fall in love with him?

The more Song Tiantian thought about it, the more unreliable he felt.

Tang Jingyun smiled self-deprecatingly, he understood her incomprehension.

In fact, if it were him, he wouldn't have believed it.

Love at first sight or something, it's so hypocritical.

What's more, at that time, she was just a child, and it would be too beastly to say that he had feelings for her.

It's just that since she met her, she has remained in his memory, and he will never forget it.

At first, his feelings for her may not be love, but in the days that followed, he found that he would love no one except her.

After just ten minutes, the car had already driven to the nearest hospital nearby.

It's more of a private clinic than a hospital, but there is no problem at all in dealing with Song's wounds.

Because the time was urgent, it was important to deal with her wounds, and Tang Jingyun didn't pick on her.

The doctor on duty at the clinic was a man in his fifties, dressed in a white lab coat and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He spread out Song Tian's palm, looking at the blurred flesh and blood of her palm, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"What are you doing here? The glass shards have been crushed into the palm of your hand, and I will clean the wound for you now, and help you pick out the slag, which is not suitable for anesthesia, and you have to endure it. ”

"Hmm." Song Tiantian smiled at the doctor, didn't pay much attention to it, she quietly sat down on the chair next to her.

The doctor found a pair of tweezers, disinfected it, and began to pick up the glass shards that had been crushed into Song Tiantian's palm.

"Hiss......" The cold tweezers only touched Song Tiantian's wound, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

But considering that Tang Jingyun was still by her side, she didn't know which tendon she was wrong, but she bit her lip tightly and didn't say anything.

It's just that her forbearance expression is really too obvious.

Layers of sweat broke out on her forehead, her brows furrowed deeply, and she bit her white lower lip hard, biting it out with blood.

Those slags were too small, and the doctor picked them for a long time before picking out one or two small slags, but Song Tiantian was sweating profusely.

She endured it and had nowhere to vent, and the pain on her face was palpable.

Tang Jingyun's eyes were deep, and he picked her up from the chair, asked her to separate her legs, and straddled her legs.

Song Tiantian was a little overwhelmed by her sudden ambiguous move, and she looked at him with open eyes, a little stunned.

"What do you want to do?"

The corners of his lips pursed into a cold and hard straight line, avoiding to talk about it, and at the moment when Song tilted his mind, the man's tender and hot kiss came up.

"Hmm......" Song Tiantian was stunned for a few seconds, and then pushed him with the uninjured hand, he easily controlled her moving hand, pressed on his chest, and kissed him more deeply, emotional......

His kissing skills are superb, which Song Tiantian never denies.

After just a few seconds of struggle, she disarmed and surrendered, and gradually settled down.

Kissing him is not bad, but there is a sense of shame that I enjoy it.