The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 439: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (55)

Ling Moqing felt extremely embarrassed and even a little ashamed when Su Xiangran saw him in such a miserable state.

However, his pity for his beloved prevailed, leaving him no time to think about other things.

He hurried to Su Xiangran's side, too nervous to know what to do, and could only stammer to comfort her, "Miss Su, don't cry!

Who dared to bully you? I will go and seek justice for you."

At this moment, Ling Moqing was extremely anxious, like an ant on the hot pan.

He desperately wanted to wipe away the tears of his beloved, but his hands were covered in oil, preventing him from touching her delicate face.

"Silly girl, why did you take my joke seriously?" Su Xiangran looked at Ling Moqing's flustered appearance and her heart couldn't help but soften.

Especially when she saw Ling Moqing rubbing his hands on his trouser legs without hesitation in order to make his hands a little cleaner, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Seeing that Ling Moqing's originally high-quality black cotton trousers were now stained with oil stains beyond recognition, with greasy spots everywhere.

"Don't wipe it. You're almost ruining this pair of pants." Su Xiangran wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and then pretended to be humorous and joked, "From now on, you will throw away a pair of pants every time you sell pork. I'm afraid you will lose a lot of money."

Hearing Su Xiangran's words, Ling Moqing stopped his actions awkwardly. He scratched his head embarrassedly: "I didn't do this before. I just wanted to help you wipe your tears just now."

"The guards I arranged have already arrived at your house!" His eyes were always on Su Xiangran, his eyes full of concern, "They have all signed a death contract, if there is anything, tell them to do it as soon as possible.

Although their martial arts are not as good as mine, they have more people. If they can't do it, they can wait until I clear the poison and then make a plan.

Don't fight for a moment's time, 'A gentleman's revenge is never too late'."

Su Xiangran smiled slightly, feeling a little touched in her heart. She gently raised her wrist and took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with delicate patterns from her sleeve.

Unfolding the handkerchief, Su Xiangran gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Then, he handed the handkerchief to Ling Moqing and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Ling, wipe the sweat off your face first and drink some water to moisten your mouth.

This kind of weather is really uncomfortable. I specially prepared iced sour plum soup.

If you like it, you can go to the Su Mansion later to taste it and cool down the summer heat."

From the moment Su Xiangran raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face, Ling Moqing stood there like a sculpture, not daring to move at all.

When Ling Moqing heard her invitation, he felt like he was dreaming and couldn't believe it.

As if to confirm his own thoughts, he grasped the handkerchief she stuffed into his hand with his left hand, and without hesitation, he slapped himself hard with his right hand, frowning slightly and muttering to himself, "This must be a dream, it doesn't hurt me at all."

Looking at Ling Moqing's red and swollen cheek with five finger marks clearly visible on it, Su Xiangran thought: This person must have experienced too many time travels, so that his brain has become a little dull!

Looking up, he found Ling Moqing looking at his own hand with a frown, as if he was going to raise his hand to slap him again.

In desperation, Su Xiangran had to reach out and pinch the soft flesh on his waist hard.

Ling Moqing's facial features were twisted in pain, and she couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt this time?"

"Hehe!" Ling Moqing gently rubbed the painful part and replied with a silly smile, "Well, it does hurt a little. It seems that this is not a dream!"

Su Xiangran was helpless, and then she gently stroked Ling Moqing's swollen cheek with pity, and gently reproached him: "How could you be so harsh on yourself?

It's not just that it doesn't hurt, it's clearly because the blow was too heavy, and it has reached the point where I am numb and can't feel anything."

"It's okay, I don't feel any pain." Ling Moqing subconsciously wanted to curl the corners of his lips and smile, but at this time the strong numbness gradually dissipated, and was replaced by waves of stabbing pain.

Just a slight tug at the corner of his mouth was enough to make him grimace in pain.

"Let's go! Come back to the Su Mansion with me, I'll apply medicine." Su Xiangran tried to pull Ling Moqing's hand, but before she could touch it, he dodged her. She looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding why Ling Moqing was dodging her.

"You go back first." Ling Moqing protected his chest with both hands, trying to cover his naked upper body, "I'll go take a shower and change clothes before going over."

Su Xiangran understood his idea and nodded, saying, "The smell and grease on your body are hard to clean. I'll ask Su An to send you some special green bamboo soap.

The scent is similar to the woody scent you are used to, but without the "sui sui" in it, so it won't have any effect on your body!"

"Thank you, Miss Su." Ling Moqing bowed to Su Xiangran.

"It's okay, just hurry up." Su Xiangran waved her hand, seemingly not caring much, but her face was slightly red. "Remember to come over and apply the medicine, and drink the sour plum soup later."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out without even looking at the other person's reaction.

Ling Moqing was left standing there staring at her back for a long time.

It was not until Su An brought the green bamboo soap to him that he came back to his senses.