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Chapter 1175
He saw the wound on her forehead at a glance.
Elena subconsciously stretched out her hand to block the wound on her forehead, “It’s okay.”
“Teacher Fairy, is there someone bullying you?” Albert expressed annoyance, “Who bullied you, you tell about this person to my daddy, my daddy is very powerful, my daddy will avenge you.”
Elena said “Well?” In her heart, how did she feel that Albert had begun to sell his daddy?
But looking at Albert’s immature and innocent face, filled with worries about her, Elena felt that she was thinking too much.
“Daddy,” Albert grabbed Holden’s trousers and asked childishly, “You come and tell Teacher Fairy, you will protect Teacher Fairy, right?”
Holden’s deep gaze fell on the woman’s slap-sized face, without speaking.
Elena felt that his gaze was a bit deep and hot, she quickly avoided his gaze, “Albert, thank you.”
“No thanks, my father and I will protect Teacher Fairy in the future.” Albert said solemnly.
“…”
Elena’s heart softened, and she looked at the small face of the little milk powder-carved jade, and the dark eyes that were as bright as a pearl in the night, she showed a soft and warm smile.
She really likes Albert.
At this time, Holden pulled off his long legs and walked into the room, his voice low and magnetic, “Come in, I’ll help you treat the wound.”
Elena instinctively refused, “No need…”
But next second, what the hell?
She turned her head to look at the man, Holden was already standing tall and leggy in her room, his natural and wanton attitude seemed to be his room!
She seemed to have rejected him, did she not let him in?
Why did he come in?
“Teacher Fairy, let’s go into the room.” At this moment, the little milk bag grabbed Elena’s little hand.
Elena, “…”
in the room.
Elena sat on the soft big bed, and Holden stood by the bed, holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol in her big, well-knotted palms to help her treat the wound on her forehead.
hiss.
Elena gasped in pain.
Holden stopped. Now that he is standing and she is sitting, he can easily lock her with a condescending look, “It hurts?”
“Somewhat.”
Holden poked her wound with a cotton swab.
What is he doing?
She was already in pain, and he still poked her wound.
Elena was sore by him that she burst into tears, raised her small head and stared at him, without a good air, “Mr. Lu, you deliberately, is this kind of prank fun!”
Holden curled his l!ps and sneered slightly, “Idiot!”
“…”
Elena’s heartbeat, when the man’s low voice uttered these words, she had the illusion of being loved.
Idiot!
Elena’s gaze was a bit dull, but her white eyes were red from pain, and the densely combed plume was covered with moist drops of water. How pitiful, Holden felt his heart moved, and couldn’t help softening his voice, “Really Does it hurt?”
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