Chapter 904 Encountering A Fan (1)

His voice was hoarse and anxious, and the wind was whistling. It seemed that he was still sitting on something and speeding. Debbie was confused.

She just wanted to make a call, but she didn't expect it to be like this. For a moment, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"I can explain everything to you today, Debbie. Can you tell me where you are now? Can you say something to me? "

There was nothing to say.

Debbie was still silent. The person on the other end of the line suddenly smiled again. "Can you let me find you and give me a chance to explain?"

"Can't you explain it to me now?" Why didn't he have to give her an explanation until they met? Shouldn't it be better to explain it now?

Although it was three o'clock in the morning.

After a long silence, Baron said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that you will be sad, but you don't have a shoulder to lean on."

"……" Debbie's lips moved. Lying in the small room filled with tomato flavor chips, she was somewhat absent-minded. Suddenly, the wind bell rang by the window. She was quiet and then was pushed.

When she walked out of the dormitory, a flamboyant Maserati stopped at the door. The man quickly opened the car door and strode towards her.

He was so excited that she wanted to run away subconsciously. Just two steps back, her arm was grabbed. She turned around and saw the man's dark face.

"Why are you running? Can I eat you? " His voice was low. It was supposed to be a question, but it was said with an aggrieved tone, as if he was complaining.

Debbie slowly turned around and said stiffly, "I saw you wear so little. I want to go upstairs and get you a coat."

The man came in a hurry. He was only wearing a short sleeve, and the temperature varied greatly between day and night. Especially in the early morning, when Debbie was wearing a coat, she still felt the wind blowing into it, making her very cold.

Baron shook his head and said with red eyes, "I don't want a coat. I only want you now."

He seemed t

her ears, but she felt that it was getting farther and farther. With her eyes closed, everything would be better to stay away from her.

Baron glanced at her with a bad face. He had no choice but to go to the driver's seat and drive the car. But along the way, his mood was not very stable.

He understood that she wouldn't ask more.

But the more he understood, the more helpless he felt.

She was so considerate, but what he was doing now was only taking advantage of this point, so he said and did things like this.

At five o'clock.

Debbie woke up from the pain. The smell of disinfectant pervaded the tip of her nose, and her throat was as dry as if someone had sucked in all the water with a sponge.

The bed under her was not soft. She slept in a strange place, but didn't she go back home with Baron? Debbie felt dizzy and opened her eyes, facing the light of the sky.

There was no light in the room.

But she could vaguely see everything around her from the faint light of the day. She seemed to be in the hospital.

It was an ordinary ward with three beds. She was near the window, and only a quarter of the window was opened.

The air conditioner above her head was still working, and the cold air blew on her face, making her unclear mind more blurred.

Didn't she go home? Why was she at the hospital?