Chapter 219 no, but

Zhao Siqing had a dream all night off and on until he woke up a little dizzy.

The dream, inexplicable bondage and depression, made her almost breathless.

She turned to look out of the window. It was just light.

The injury on the arm is still painful. Zhao Siqing has no sleep, so he holds the pillow and leans against the bed hair to stay.

It's the villa again, it's the man again.

How many times has she had dreams about him?

But who is he?

Why can't she see him no matter how hard she tries.

Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his ears, always feeling that there was still his residual temperature on them.

That feeling, real as if it had happened, existed.

Zhao Siqing wants to send a wechat message to Nalan, but finds that his mobile phone has not been bought yet.

She got up and went to the living room to have a look. Huo didn't wake up.

It's autumn. The living room is next to the balcony. It's really cold. Zhao Siqing recharges the hot water bag and gently puts it in his arms.

Huo Jingchen frowned and didn't wake up.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his face.

His complexion is cold and white, his long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and he is pure and harmless like a baby.

It's a pity that a lot of color has been added to the face, which has destroyed a little beauty.

Zhao Siqing reached out his hand and touched the wound on the corner of his mouth. It was scabby in one night. He thought it would recover after a long time.

*After a little breakfast, Huo Jingchen was still awake.

After changing clothes, Zhao Siqing plans to buy a mobile phone to mend a card.

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

Standing in front of the business hall, Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while, and called Lu Qian.

In any case, he was so injured and she had an unshirkable responsibility. She should always go and have a look.

"Qing Qing." Lu Qian's gentle voice came from the phone.

"How is your injury? I want to see you. "

"Nothing serious." Lu Qian opens his mouth and gives her address.

When Zhao Siqing bought something and rushed to the hospital, he was stopped by his assistant.

Lu Qian's assistant is a woman in her twenties, with short hair, black framed eyes and a round face.

"I'm sorry. I want to see Lu Qian." Zhao Siqing spoke in a warm voice.

"You still have the face to see him? Do you know how much he hurt? A leg fracture, a phalange fracture, a dozen bruises... " The assistant choked.

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing was slightly stunned,.

Last night, she saw Huo Jingchen also had many injuries, but they didn't seem to be so serious, so she didn't expect Lu Qian's injury would be so serious.

"The doctor said that the other side is tricky. It's obviously specially trained! Otherwise, I will never be so cruel! " Assistant's voice slightly raised a few minutes, eyes are some red.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said softly, "I'm sorry, I'll apologize to him."

"What's the use of apologizing! How can he sing and record a show when his bones are broken like that? He doesn't need you to apologize. You're not welcome here! You go, you do not appear in front of him, how far to go! " The assistant spoke angrily.

When the voice fell, the door of the ward was opened from inside.

Lu Qian opened the door with a cane and frowned at the assistant: "Yang Yun, she's my guest. If you yell at her like this again, I don't mind changing the assistant."

Assistant micro Zheng, eyes red at him: "but she......"

"No, but." Lu Qian spoke in a deep voice.