Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“How can you not call the police, you've hurt your arm like this, I want to show it to the comrades, a girl's house, how can it be so harsh, what it's like to hurt people.” Carlo's mother was relentless and forced to talk there.

If Karl is desperate, the police are particularly smart in the eyes of ordinary people who can trace the origin of the matter based on a little clue.

And some people who don't want to cause trouble are asked by the police and can say anything.

Carl ran off to think of the rude girl first, and it wasn't that tree that stabbed him. If the cops find out, he might have to stall.

Watching his mother make a scene, Karl hurriedly went to cover his mother's mouth, “Oh, don't worry, it's not too serious. I'm so grown-up, I bled a little.

I was asleep, I didn't know what was going on, my own knife was drawn to my arm, I might have accidentally rubbed it myself. ”

That's fast enough.

Wood ignored him, of course she knew it was Yunting who had taught the boy a lesson and made him dare.

Yes, Master said that the people in our doorway are not corrupt, and you can also respond appropriately to those who do this to you.

Karl, if you've put a knife over the back of the tree, it's a hit, it seems normal for the tree to strike back?

Wood blinked and blinked his eyes. He took a symbol out of his hand, thought about it and hit his heart again. He bit his finger and drew a picture on the symbol.

This time, the trees were beaten by Karl, not only to disrespect her, but also to harm the village girls to jump in the river, such people should teach a lesson!

A drop of blood, though precious, she reared it after eating more delicious food.

The wood was dressed as a nice underground bed to tie Carlo's wound, and his mouth said:

“I've learned a little bit about medicine, and I can handle the trauma simply. Although there's no medicine here, you should also wrap your wound around it so it doesn't get dirty and easily infected. When you get out of the car, remember to go to the hospital to disinfect. ”

Don't tell me that Karl Jojo's mother and son actually believed in the way she looked at Karl Jojo as a professional.

If Carl's heart is still intact, he wants to reach out and touch the arm of the tree, and is handed over to his mother by the tree holding his other hand with nothing to do:

“Auntie, keep an eye on his hand tonight. If he gets itchy and wants to scratch, don't let him scratch. Nails are the most poisonous and most susceptible to infection. ”

“Oh, good.” The Ha mother loved her children, listened to the words of the trees as if they were holy, and looked firmly at Karl Jo's left hand.

He was injured by his right hand. He couldn't move, let alone eat tofu or something. His left hand was watched by his mother again. He really couldn't do anything. Instead, it was more like being pressed into the car.

The driver was also afraid of an accident and paused the car to avoid shaking. After all, if Carl lost a lot of blood, the wound looked pretty scary.

The trees were really not afraid of anything, so they ripped off a piece of cloth on the sleeve of Karl Jojo's shirt, poured some water from the military kettle, wet it and washed his wound. Karl Jojo screamed painfully.

“Shut up if you don't want to die.” Wood didn't have a good temper, tearing his other sleeve at will, tying a knot and wrapping the wound around the location.