Chapter 445 why

Zhao Siqing couldn't help thinking that Huo Jingchen was still asking him to kiss him before he was in a coma. For a while, he was in a trance.

Are these people so mean?

Or the heart is so big.

The operation lasted about four hours, and the lamp finally went out.

Before the door opened, Zhao Siqing subconsciously stood up, cold hands and feet, looking nervously at the direction of the operating room.

Soon, Huo Jingchen was pushed out, and Zhao Siqing walked up quickly, looking at the pale man on the bed.

The doctor who performed the operation was explaining the situation to Jiang Jingming: "there are two internal hemorrhages, and the others are mostly skin injuries. You can recover after a period of rest."

Hearing the doctor's words, Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and his tense nerves relaxed.

To this result, Jiang Jingming did not have too big accident.

He had checked the scratches on the car and the injuries on Huo Jingchen's body before, so he analyzed that the car should not have completely hit him, but just scraped him in one corner, and then the car hit a stone pier, which should not be a big problem.

When Huo Jingchen woke up, it was the morning of the next day.

Looking at the little woman sleeping beside his hand, he raised his hand and stroked her hair gently with gentle eyes.

Just at the thought of Hua Qingshan's suggestion to him, Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark.

Before long, Zhao Siqing woke up slowly, opened his eyes and smiled at Huo Jingchen's handsome face: "how do you feel?"

"Not very happy." Looking at her swollen eyes, Huo Jingchen said slowly in a low, dumb voice.

Zhao Siqing Leng a few seconds: "how not happy?"

Huo Jingchen raised his hand and gently pinched her chin. He hooked his lips and said with a smile, "if you cry for me again, I will be happy."

Realizing that he was making fun of himself again, Zhao Siqing took his hand away and his ears turned red. Looking at him, he said slowly, "I see that your head has been damaged, so it's time to mend your brain."

Huo Jingchen hums and laughs. His eyes are evil: "sooner or later, you will cry."

Zhao Siqing was scalded by his eyes and ears.

How could there be such a person in the world.

It's fun to make people cry.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and couldn't help saying, "what's the advantage of making me cry?"

"I'm happy," Huo said with a thin lip

Zhao Siqing:

She dropped her eyes and ignored him, but Huo Jingchen teased her into addiction, holding her earlobe and whispered, "I still like to see you beg me."

His voice was low, a little hoarse, and bewitched without reason.

Zhao Siqing's cheek is hot again a few minutes, see to Huo Jingchen Wen voice way: "have needle and thread?"

Huo Jingchen twisted his brow and didn't make a sound.

"If you don't talk, I'll sew your mouth." Zhao Siqing is serious.

Huo Jingchen hooked up the corner of her lips, pulled her wrist and pulled him to her body, then clasped her waist and bit her lips lightly.

Maybe it's because of his poor posture, the rare softness of his movements, but the strength of his hands on his waist as always.

Zhao Siqing breathed heavily. He was afraid to crush his wound and dare not move.

After a long time, Huo Jingchen let go of her low voice and said, "it's better if you plug it yourself."

Zhao Siqing's face is red, and he finds that he can't say anything about him. He simply concedes defeat.

She looked at him and whispered, "don't make any noise. Don't press on the wound."

Huo Jingchen slowly let go of her. Zhao Siqing asked softly, "what do you want to eat? I'll do it for you."

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen's mood was depressed for a moment.

He was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "chicken and mushroom porridge."