Chapter 227

Including the identity of Bo's Qianjin, she didn't want to have anything to do with him!

Men's eyes flash a touch of scarlet, such as thin small aware of the danger, it is already late.

Her left hand was clasped by him. She had never seen him so fierce. She looked like a wild animal. There was no tenderness in her eyes. The rest was just fierce.

"Little, don't try to leave me."

Voice just fell, thin small really felt, what is the most painful.

He pressed her left hand towards the glass fragment

"Ah

The glass fragment pierced into the palm and fingers of the pain, the girl cried out, such pain, let her consciousness completely broken.

The dark red blood was full of glass fragments of the vase. At this moment, she seemed to have no strength to draw back her hand.

It's so painful. It's almost dying.

It is said that ten fingers are linked to one heart, which is really the suffocation of pain!

It turns out that when a man is ruthless and ruthless, he will not care about you at all.

Bo Yanchen has been crazy for a long time. He will not let her leave him.

Even death, she must die in his arms.

Little, if you have your hands, you can't play the piano.

Then -

you will have no chance to escape from me.

……

When Bo's mother heard her daughter's scream, she put on her coat and came out. She saw Bo Yanchen come out of the room holding the girl who had fainted in pain.

"What's going on here?"

Bo's mother saw her daughter's left hand, which was covered with glass fragments. All of them looked like blood. She was scared to death.

How, how could this happen!

Bo Yanchen did not have any words, just holding the girl on the car to the hospital.

Bo's mother quickly changed her clothes and went with her.

On the way, thin little lip color already pale, forehead is fine sweat, ache already numb.

But someone kisses her brow, kisses her forehead, and tells her --

"small, it won't hurt soon."

Soon, it's the hospital.

When you get to the hospital, it won't hurt.

Bo Xiaoxiao thinks that he is really sad, this man, can be cruel to hurt her in this way.

But in the next moment, so affectionate kiss her, tell her, don't be afraid, soon won't hurt.

As if this pain, which almost choked her to death, was not given to her by him!

Bo Yanchen, thin small life, the most sad is to meet you.

Maybe, she did something wrong.

Or, let her die in pain right now.

Do not want to wake up again, do not want to face him again, see him.

"I..."

The weak voice is light and weak, but the words are clear -

"I hate you..."

I hate you, Bo Yanchen.

He listened to these three words, but just more affectionate kiss her lips, affectionate infatuation, as if this is a treasure, he would not give up her pain a minute, pain a second.

Hate him, then spend the rest of your life hating him.

It's better to run away from him and forget him.

But small, even if you hate me, I still can't, can't let you leave.

Our destiny is connected with each other. Unless I die, unless this world, no thin small.

……

In the operating room.

Pei Tingfeng put on a medical mask, ready for surgery.

She was completely unconscious after being injected with anesthesia.

The tiny pieces of glass were taken out and stitched up, but some of the pieces really went deep and hurt some of the skeletons.

It will take a long time to recover later, and even -

the left hand may be disabled.

Outside the operating room, thin mother was crying.

"What's wrong with the end? What's wrong with it?"

Growing up under her protection, she never suffered such a heavy injury.

I didn't expect to get hurt all of a sudden, and it was so serious.

The blood in that hand was appalling.

"The servant said that the vase should have been knocked over and tied to the hand. But How could Xiao be so careless Bo mother said, a heart hanging there.

My daughter finally made up her mind to continue studying music abroad and become a pianist in the future.

But at this juncture, I hurt my hand.

I don't know if I can recover well.

Bo Yanchen, however, was silent all the time, his long and narrow eyes were glaring at the lamp in the operating room.

He knew that when she woke up, he would hate him.

But it doesn't matter, even if she wants to tell everything, even if she wants to tell everyone what he did, it doesn't matter.As long as, she is still his, still around him, inseparable.

……

The operating room lights out that moment, the nurse pushed thin small out.

"How is my daughter?"

"The glass pieces are taken out, the blood is stopped, the wound is sutured, and the rest needs to be observed in the hospital."

"Then her hand Will there be any sequelae? "

"It depends on the recovery."

Pei listened to Feng's words, which was very euphemistic.

Bo's mother also guessed. I'm afraid

Thin small was sent to the intensive care unit, the effect of anesthesia has not passed, only afraid to wake up at night.

Pei Tingfeng walked up to the man, patted Bo Yanchen on the shoulder and said:

"it's not that bad. It's a good recovery. In three or four years, the hand will still be very flexible."

He knows that Bo Xiaoxiao likes playing the piano, so he pays attention to his hands.

It was Bo Yanchen's next words that made Pei listen to the wind as one of the Zheng --

"is it possible that he can't recover for a lifetime?"

“…… It's also possible. "

"That's good."

Pei listens to the wind and frowns. What does he hear? That's good?

One day and one night went by, and the thin mother suffered from her daughter for a long time, but she didn't wake up.

Because of my body, I have to go back to rest at night.

Bo Yanchen, however, never left her side for 24 hours.

The gauze wrapped on the left hand entangled the fingers and palms together, unable to move.

He could even imagine her waking up in despair.

To be sure, it was seven o'clock in the morning when Bo Xiaoxiao woke up.

The pain is still there, but not as painful as before.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling and smelled the disinfectant in the hospital.

Originally, she is now in the hospital, in the hospital bed.

I thought --

she went to heaven.

She remembered what had happened to her, the pain of the heart breaking into pieces, like the sound of broken glass in a vase.

Then, into the palm, deep into the fingers, blood stained that smear of transparent, became a dark red flower on the other side.

She will never forget that scene in her life.

Move hands, but pain low cry out.

"Little, don't move."

This voice, thin small thought, he will remember for a lifetime.

She saw the man guarding her bedside. At the moment, her eyes were full of love and affection.

Oh, who is the play for.

"My hand..."

"I just had an operation, and all the pieces of glass have been removed."

Bo Yanchen's bony fingers caressed her pale cheek, as if to tell her that it was all right, it was over.

But the more he was like this, the more terrible he felt.

Who gave him the qualification to make such a plain statement of a "fact"?

"Is my hand useless?"