Chapter 403

The administrator picked a sparse eyebrow in disbelief: "what, there are such things as saving people and not admitting?"

Qiao Ansheng nodded and covered her eyes with both hands. The joy that had just risen disappeared. She just felt a little at a loss.

The administrator pinched his chin and seemed to be thinking about how to comfort the little girl who was full of lost breath, but he didn't know what he thought: "Alas, but that's the way of the world, little girl, you can't. ask the doctors again. Maybe they can remember something."

He sorted out the record book and put it back on the shelf again, but he seemed to say to himself: "the mudslide was fierce in those years, and I don't know how many people died. You said that the relative was really brave, but it was too poor. No one believed that he saved people, just like the girl named Lin Qing."

The administrator turned shakily and walked to the shelf.

But the words "Xiao Lin Qing" in his words, like a sharp whip, suddenly split Qiao Ansheng's slightly chaotic consciousness.

She almost subconsciously grabbed the administrator's clothes. The range of action was so large that the administrator's steps staggered because of her action: "you, who did you just say? Lin, Lin Qing? "

The administrator was surprised by her passionate mood and nodded stunned: "yes, what's the matter?"

Qiao Ansheng grabbed the corner of the administrator's clothes, like the last straw caught in drowning. She heard her voice rush out of her throat in a low and hoarse voice.

"Do you know Lin Qing? How did you know her? "

The administrator was also stunned: "why, the relative you're looking for isn't Lin Qing?"

Looking at Qiao Ansheng's glowing eyes, the administrator also understood her answer. He blinked some muddy eyes.

There was an unexpected look on the wrinkled face: "ah, it turned out to be so. I can't say I know it, but I'm impressed..."

The administrator paused, raised his head, and there were many fine lines on his neck, as if he were remembering things of that year.

"That little girl is miserable, but she is really brave. She dragged herself back from the pile of stones alone. Ouch, you don't know. When they came to the hospital, they were almost blood people..."

"The man was unconscious after his injury, and the girl Lin Qing was not lightly injured. They both lived in the hospital, but later a plane came to carry the man away, but Lin Qing stayed in our hospital for treatment..."

The administrator rubbed his chin: "such a petite little girl can save people from the debris flow, so I paid special attention to this girl. By the way, what's the matter with that girl now?"

Qiao Ansheng looked gloomy: "she has died."

The administrator opened his mouth and was shocked. His old body shook fiercely, and his face was filled with emotion: "he has... Died? What a good girl. Good people don't pay well. "

Qiao Ansheng nodded.

She loosened her hand clutching the corner of the administrator's clothes, and then noticed that she had pinched some fingerprints out of the palm of her fingernails because of too much force.

Qiao Ansheng rubbed the palm of her hand. She looked to one side and was also an administrator who fell into all kinds of tastes: "how much do you remember about that year? Can you tell me more about it?"

……

Although Qin Yanchen now has the ability to encircle and suppress those forces.

But the dog jumped over the wall. Although he set up a snare, those people would not wait to die.

Therefore, things are inevitably difficult. When Qin Yanchen completely handles the things at hand, the sun has fallen slowly. It's evening.

Chi Yang told him that the two old people had already left.

Qin Yanchen nodded, turned off his cell phone and walked to Qiao Ansheng's ward.

Things were much more difficult to deal with than he thought. Qin Yanchen frowned together and wrinkled into a black mountain until he opened the door and saw Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng hid in his clothes on the bed and didn't know what he was looking at.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he raised his head from the quilt, raised a smile, like a happy butterfly, and the clothes on his shoulders slipped down.

When Qin Yanchen saw him, all his hostility eased or even disappeared.

Qiao Ansheng shrunk in the quilt and smiled at Qin Yanchen with a row of innocence.

"Hungry or not?"

Qin Yanchen went over and helped her lift her clothes up again.

Qiao Ansheng shook her head and looked up at her white face. She had been lying in the hospital recently. She had a little meat on her body and the baby fat on her cheeks appeared more and more.

Qin Yanchen couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little face. It felt very good.

His fingers were cold and rough. Qiao Ansheng caught his big hand from his face and spread it out carefully.

The man's fingers are slender, and his joints are symmetrical and white. Only there are thick cocoons in his fingers and the tiger's mouth. Qiao Ansheng took a closer look.

It was found that there were many small wounds in the palm of the man, and there were many unhealed wounds on the knuckles, which made the original white hand look a little rough.

Qiao Ansheng thought that sister Chen mentioned this morning that men would always stay in the kitchen in order to make soup for her.

These two hands signed casually is tens of billions of capital flow, but now they are willing to stay in the kitchen for her.

Qiao Ansheng felt soft, reached out and took the hand cream from the cabinet at the head of the bed, squeezed a large lump full, and then suddenly closed Qin Yanchen's hand.

Qin Yanchen was stunned. He only felt that his hands were surrounded by two empty boneless hands.

The little hands covered with hand lotion are warm and soft, like two warm and flexible small fish, from the root of his palm to his fingertips, and finally inserted into his fingers.

Ten fingers crossed, and finally each finger stuck together tightly and seamlessly.

Between skin blind dates, Qin Yanchen's Adam's apple slid up and down. In the faint warmth of his palm, he was a little impatient and had to go over his head.

"Look at your hand. It doesn't look like the hand of the richest man! Protect it! You hear me? And in the future, tell me about the soup you made for me, or I won't know. "

Qiao Ansheng held his hand tightly and smiled a little: "if I knew that those soup were made by you, even if it was poison, I could drink it."

Qin Yanchen's heart was filled with Qiao Ansheng's smile. Qiao Ansheng let go of his hand, which was a little empty.

But the nose tip has keenly smelled the fragrance of the hand cream.