Is President Wen going to act human tonight?
Her face, which had just cried, still had tears hanging, and her eyes were red. Those who didn't know might really think she was crying because she couldn't eat pig trotters.
He couldn't bear to see her aggrieved after all.
The man tore the meat into small pieces and fed it to her.
"You can only eat a little bit, no more. You have to heal your injury properly, and when you get home, I'll make you as much as you want."
The body isn't seriously injured, but the abrasions are not few.
Her foot was also twisted a bit.
"Oh!"
Ying Jing happily ate all the meat.
She even showed off her little belly fat to him.
Seeing her lively and bouncing around in front of him, his heart that had been in panic all night was finally filled again.
If Ying Jing hadn't woken up, he didn't know if he would have gone mad.
The news of Ying Jing's car accident reached Shen Qiurong and Ying Haiyun, and the two rushed back from out of town overnight.
