Chapter 192 Who is William Bryan
"Oh, it's bandaged, so I won't look at it..." Charlee Ford said, making a gesture of walking on the sofa.
William Bryan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
But before this tone was completely relaxed, Charlee Ford suddenly turned his head, and when he didn't pay attention, he pulled up his shirt hem and lifted it up. His movements were rough and skillful, just like a female hooligan.
William Bryan: "…"
He grabbed Charlee Ford's wrist and frowned. "You are crazy."
Even if he was going to cover it, Charlee Ford had already seen it clearly.
His waist is wrapped in white gauze, but the gauze has been soaked with blood, and the smell of blood comes from here.
"The injury is so serious? Why not go to the hospital?" Charlee Ford looked up at him with a rare seriousness in his eyes.
She was always lazy and idle in front of William Bryan. This was the first time she was so serious, which made him speechless for a while.
It's not that you don't want to go, but that you can't go.
William Bryan sipped her lips and didn't speak. She pulled her skirt out of her hand and said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Why has it nothing to do with me?" Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows. "You can't be hurt at all."
He was tempted to ask her why.
But he was keenly aware that if he kept asking, it might not end well.
"Go out, I can solve it myself." William Bryan gave the marching order coldly.
Charlee Ford didn't like his way of avoiding problems. She went to the cabinet on one side, took out the medicine cabinet prepared by the hotel for each room from it, took it to the coffee table, sat down, patted the position beside her, and said, "Come here."
The tone is very overbearing, not a trace of rejection.
William Bryan sipped her lips and looked at her suspiciously. "Can you dress it?"
"Bandage?" Charlee Ford smiled. "That's too pediatric. Come here quickly and I'll take a look at it for you."
William Bryan hesitated for a moment, and finally sat in the past. He was not well bandaged in this position, so he would let the blood ooze out.
Charlee Ford untied the gauze around his waist, and his eyes suddenly closed.
"Why is it so badly hurt... If you don't know, you thought you went to war." She muttered.
I didn't ask William Bryan why he was injured.
She knows that there are some secrets in this man, and this time she came to Myanmar not just to gamble on stones. If he doesn't say it, she won't ask more questions.
William Bryan's eyes were fixed on her.
Charlee Ford's long eyelashes covered her eyes and cast a shadow on the fundus. She took out hemostatic medicine and gauze from the medicine cabinet and carefully cleaned William Bryan's wound.
Perhaps because her movements were too gentle, or because her warm breath hit his waist slightly, William Bryan found himself having some charming thoughts...
This is not good.
He coughed and tried to divert his attention, but he remembered one thing: "Did you call 'William Bryan' when you slapped the door just now? Who is that?"
Charlee Ford's hand movements.
She said quietly: "You heard wrong. I called your name. Where did you get the word" white "?"
William Bryan glanced at her, his eyes deep and with a hint of inquiry.
Did you really hear me wrong?
"Well, don't touch the water. I'll change the medicine for you again tomorrow." Charlee Ford put away his things and changed the subject. "You haven't eaten yet, or you'll have some with me."
Once again she invited William, and whether he would refuse again, she pouted, "For the sake of my dressing you up, just eat some with me!"
Charlee Ford finished, got up and took out a bowl from the disinfection cabinet in the kitchen, picked more than half of the three fresh rice noodles into the bowl, and took out another cake and handed it to William Bryan, saying, "Eat!"
William Bryan looked back and forth on her face and the butter cake in her hand, and finally sighed helplessly, as if in compromise, and reached out to take the butter cake.
He slowly opened the oil paper bag, and suddenly, the oil fragrance of ghee cake overflowed.
"It smells good." Charlee Ford squinted and sighed, also taking a bite.
She ate satisfactorily, and her cheeks bulged like a little hamster.
Looking at her eating, William Bryan, who disliked the ghee cake in his hand, suddenly had an appetite for some reason. He took a gentle bite of the cake, which was completely different from Charlee Ford's rude eating.
Charlee Ford looked up at him and looked at him critically.
This man, even if he eats a roadside stall, is so elegant and free. If he doesn't know it, he thinks he is eating a five-star meal.
Thinking of this, she began to be mischievous, leaned closer to him and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
William Bryan leaned back in shock at the sudden enlargement of his face.
Charlee Ford was less than three inches away from him, and her eyes were shining and looking at him expectantly.
For the first time, William Bryan nodded slowly.
"Do you think it tastes good?" Charlee Ford smiled contentedly, like a cat cheating: "Try this Sanxian rice noodle again, it is really delicious, and the taste is no better than those five-star restaurants!"
William Bryan finished eating a ghee cake and half a bowl of Sanxian rice noodles in the twittering sound of Charlee Ford.
After the meal, Charlee Ford got up with a garbage bag and said, "Have a good rest. Don't touch the water in the wound. If you have anything, come to me next door."
William Bryan couldn't help laughing.
Even if you really have something, you won't go to her...
But he punched his face at night.
At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, William Bryan was lying in bed, cold and hot all over, his brain dizzy, and he seemed to be caught in an endless whirlpool, floating and sinking.
He started having that dream again.
The girl in the dream smiled innocently and chased behind him shamelessly called "husband".
But in the end, all this turned into dripping blood. He heard the girl crying and kept saying to him: "Husband, I'm in pain..."
William Bryan woke up from bed, sweating profusely.
The bedroom was dimly lit, and he lay in bed thinking about the dream just now, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.
He was sore all over, and the wound on his waist was burning. He got up slowly, opened the quilt and saw that his pajamas were soaked with blood.
There is more cold sweat on my forehead.
William Bryan turned on the bedside lamp, reached for a glass of water to drink, and then staggered up to get the medicine cabinet.
However, as soon as he went down to the ground, he felt his legs soft and almost knelt down.
He had no strength all over his body, and walked as if he were stepping on the clouds. He finally groped for the medicine cabinet, but found that he had no strength to lift a finger.
William Bryan closed his eyes with a wry smile.