Chapter 581

"Jingyao, in fact, chen fan and I have never left you alone, have we? You've been following us, haven't you? " His eyes turned red at the thought that last night he was probably injured in order to repel those who attacked her.

She is a little capricious, just want to slip out of their own quiet, she did not want to leave him for a lifetime.

In fact, just leaving him, she thought that there must be a reason why he did not admit her identity in public.

Maybe to protect her.

Protect her from being identified as his weakness.

After all, too many people wanted to kill him. She knew this from the first time she saw him.

If those people can't kill him, they are likely to attack his weakness.

As long as he admits that she is his girlfriend, those who can't kill him are likely to kill her or kidnap her to blackmail him. It seems that everything is possible.

But to understand is one thing, he does not admit that she is his girlfriend is another thing, he does not explain, she is uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

It's been awkward until now.

But at this moment, see the injured Mo Jingyao, metaphor regret.

If she hadn't left him, if he hadn't come after him, he wouldn't have been hurt by saving her.

A spleen, not to lose one's life, but after all, is a lifetime without a spleen.

And what it means to lose the spleen, she knows very well.

Only if she can arrange his meals three times a day.

When the pill came to his lips, Mo Jingyao was sleeping quietly, without any reaction.

All of a sudden, the metaphorical tears burst out and sobbed. Suddenly, she began to break the pills into small grains as small as rice grains, and then fed them into her mouth. Then, in the dark yellow light, a small face quietly approached Mo Jingyao, and then close to Mo Jingyao.

Until the four soft touch, she gently closed her eyes and put the rice like pills in her mouth into Mo Jingyao's mouth. Then she straightened up and quickly pinched his nose.

Mo Jingyao muttered and swallowed all the pills in his mouth.

On her lips, and the temperature of his lips.

That soft, cool touch, like if frozen, let her look at his lip shape lost his spirit.

After a few minutes, she decided that the pill should work, and she began to re treat Mo Jingyao's wound.

Although the second treatment is also a secondary injury.

But if she is good at technique and careful to avoid the injured muscle tissue, she will not cause secondary injury.

If an operation like this is in a hospital, it needs a microscope.

But metaphor is not needed.

As soon as she saw her eyes, she knew where Mo Jingyao had been hurt and where to start.

And then do a new suture.

Fortunately, she gave Mo Jingyao a pill with the same efficacy as the anesthetic, local anesthesia.

So, even if she hurts him now, he won't hurt.

Handle it and sew it again.

This is the most critical step, every stitch must be careful not to make the wrong stitch.

It's not possible to make a minute difference.

It's chilly in the basement.

Can be compared to the color of the forehead or Qin out of thin and dense sweat.

It'll take another ten minutes for visual inspection.

At this time, I don't know what's going on outside.

The sound insulation in the basement is very good, and there is no sound coming in from outside.

She occasionally looked up at Mo Jingyao, who was still in a deep sleep. There was a light smile on his lips. If she could not see his bloody wound, she would not believe that he was in a coma, only that he was asleep.

I really think he just fell asleep. That's good.

But she also knew that it was the spleen that made him unconscious.

No matter how hard you are, you can't stand bullets.

"Mo Jingyao, when you go back, can you buy some of the best bulletproof vests in the world and wear them all the time?" Gently murmur, metaphor color eyes or red.

She did not expect to meet again in such a bloody way.

Even if she is now familiar with blood color, but still can not see the injured him.

The heart hurts.

No matter how angry with him, he was hurt, she will be distressed.

She is mean.

But she couldn't control her meanness.

There seemed to be footsteps on the steps behind him.

The metaphor or sutures the wound of Mo Jingyao.

Only when she sews it up like this can she heal quickly.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to scab for ten days and a half months just like before.

Mo Jingyao could bear the pain, but she couldn't.She felt the wound on him.

She's hopeless.

The sound of footsteps is getting closer.

The slow speed made her unable to tell whether it was her own person or the enemy.

However, it is not like the footstep sound of ink one ink two or Chen Fan's.

As for the footsteps of ah Qiang, she is not very familiar with it.

At the same time, she was not very familiar with the footsteps of the people who provided the basement.

Therefore, she could not tell whether she was an enemy or a friend by the sound of her footsteps.

Someone came down the steps.

I didn't open my mouth. I just walked up to her.

Or to Mo Jingyao.

Step by step, the long shadow hit Mo Jingyao under the dark light in the basement.

A piece of black, but give people a creepy feeling.

Metaphor is not MO-1, mo-2, let alone chen fan.

Her heart leaped wildly.

If the other party wants to kill her and Mo Jingyao, it's the blink of an eye, because she can't fight.

In the case of a basement with only one exit, if the other party wants to kill her and Mo Jingyao, he has absolutely controlled the position of the exit. Therefore, she has nowhere to escape.

Yu se didn't look back, but said calmly, "Mo Yi, what's the situation outside? Is it man-made that monitors are hacked? Someone is going to kill us? "

She knows it's not Mo Yi, but she can only talk like this.

And then to buy some time, so that may be able to wait until the real ink arrived.

As soon as the ink arrives, so does the second ink.

In broad daylight, she always does not believe that the other side will come a thousand troops, drive them out of the way.

She didn't believe it.

Anyway, at this moment, she decided that the people who appeared in the daytime must be less than those who came to kill her last night.

Because it is not easy to camouflage during the day, it is very eye-catching to come too much.

"Well." The man behind him stopped and whispered.

It's just one syllable. It's short and light. It's hard to tell whose voice it is.

But Yu se knows that it's not Mo Yi's voice, but the other side is brave enough to make her mistake and make her mistake.

However, if you dare not admit that you are not Mo Yi, you will prove that you are not a friend but an enemy.