Chapter 72 My dad is a pink guy (9)
Lu Lichao considered her health and never agreed.
He wanted to divert the little girl's attention through this temptation, but unfortunately Jiang Tang remained motionless, staring at his waist and abdomen with his big eyes.
Jiang Tang smelled a strong smell of blood on him. Looking at his bent posture, it was easy to tell that his waist and abdomen were injured.
The injuries were serious.
"Dad, let me help you."
Lu Lichao subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Jiang Tang moved quickly and grabbed his hand, his palm feeling sticky.
That's blood.
Lu Lichao remained motionless, his mind turning over and over again, thinking of excuses.
As a result, Jiang Tang didn't seem to see anything, his expression remained as usual, and he helped Lu Lichao back to the bedroom.
"Now lie down on the sofa and I'll make a phone call."
"I'm fine. Tangtang will go back and rest first..."
Before Lu Lichao finished speaking, Jiang Tang had already turned around to talk on the phone.
"Doctor Zhao, my father is injured... Well, he is not in coma yet. Well, it is very serious. Come back quickly... I will ask the housekeeper to pick you up in ten minutes."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Tang turned his head and looked at Lu Lichao.
The white little face was tight, and the soft and cute face was not intimidating, but Lu Lichao felt that his little girl was angry.
"Tangtang, it's over."
Lu Lichao waved to Jiang Tang, who remained motionless with a serious expression.
"Dad, I know you won't tell me what you do, but I hope that next time you are in danger, think about it, you are not alone, I am just a sick person, if something happens to you, I Can’t live more than a year”
Without treatment, Jiang Tang's life would be over.
Lu Lichao subconsciously clenched his fists.
When he thought of the little girl in front of him, lying alone and helpless on the hospital bed, waiting for death to come, his heart ached like a needle pricking him. When did this little girl become so important to him?
I think that he lived a life of uncertainty, being ruthless and aggressive, having no relatives or friends, bloodthirsty and cruel, and never afraid of using swords or guns with others.
He has never done less than kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses.
It is common to be injured and shot. When have you ever worried about your own life?
But just at the last moment, when Jiang Tang said that he was just a sick man, Lu Lichao suddenly began to feel happy.
He was lucky that he had survived all these years of swords, guns, arrows, and tough luck!
If he died in a firefight, what would the girl in front of him do?
The orphanage will not continue to treat her. What awaits her is a cold and dark world and a certain death fate.
Thinking back to the past few months, Lu Lichao's heart suddenly softened.
He spends his whole life trying to be strong and ruthless, but his heart has no hope.
Looking at the porcelain-like little girl in front of him again, Lu Lichao smiled lowly and his expression softened.
"Girl, daddy is wrong, come and give daddy a hug."
Jiang Tang snorted softly and stood still.
Suddenly the man in front of him stood up, and regardless of the bloody wounds on his body, he picked up Jiang Tang and placed him on his lap.
"You bad girl with a bad temper. Dad is so seriously injured that he doesn't even know he feels sorry for me."
"If I didn't feel sorry for you, I wouldn't care about you now!"
The little girl spoke in a coquettish tone. Lu Lichao listened to this, and moved his unshaved chin up to her tender face.
"Well, good boy."
The man sighed in a deep voice, his two arms restraining Jiang Tang's waist like iron. Jiang Tang couldn't break free, so he had to let him hold her.
(End of chapter)