Chapter 258： Qiaoqiao, I am here

Ming Siran was hugged by Luo Qiao, the woman's skin was cold and her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

He stopped breathing for a moment, stretched out his arm around her, the thin and thin woman, with her hand resting on her back, could easily touch the slightly protruding bones under her hospital coat. His eyes fell on her feet on the cold floor, frowned and hugged her sideways.

The men behind him closed the door wisely and stood outside guarding.

The man was dressed in a suit with a straight figure, and his jacket was still carrying the chill brought from the outside. Luo Qiao's hand touched it and felt a little cold.

He carried her to the hospital bed and leaned down, staring at her face with a pair of beautiful peachy eyes, not missing the slightest expression on her: "Where did it hurt?"

The lights in the room were turned on, and the man's face was immersed in the bright light, exquisite and impeccable, Luo Qiao looked at him, her eyes out of focus, and she did not speak for a while.

Ming Siran looked at her expression at the moment, his eyes moved slightly: "Pretty?"

Luo Qiao's thick and long eyelashes trembled, and finally fell on his face. There was a slight change in the dazed eyes, and her lips moved: "Siran?"

"it's me."

Luo Qiao curled her fingers slightly, her heart tightened for a while, she stretched out her hand to hug him hard, buried her face between his neck, feeling his temperature and breath.

Ming Siran let her hold her, frowning tighter.

The ward was very quiet, and there was no sound around.

After a long while, Luo Qiao slowly let go of him, Ming Siran looked down at her face, and asked with a soft voice that didn't dare to disturb her: "What's the matter?"

Luo Qiao met his eyes, and the man's eyes were scrutinized at the moment, her eyelashes moved slightly, she recovered, and her sanity returned, she couldn't help but open her eyes: "Just...have a nightmare."

Nightmare...

When Ming Siran heard her say this, his eyes were slightly deep, and his brows were still not soothing.

Luo Qiao had already looked away, pursed her dry lips, and stretched her hand across the quilt.

Ming Siran looked at her and helped her lie down after a few seconds.

He stood on the head of the bed with a tall and straight body, his eyes fell on her face, and he leaned over to gather her slightly tousled hair behind his ears, moving very softly.

"I heard that you were injured while shooting, where did you get hurt?"

"Nothing." Luo Qiao didn't look at him, and slowly closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes dropped a small shadow on her eyes, and her voice was very soft: "It's just that the room was too dark at the time and was scared."

Ming Siran looked at her, the woman's face was pale, and the haggard look with frowning eyebrows made people feel distressed.

He tightened his lips and took her hand: "Then you sleep for a while and I will stay with you."

Luo Qiao gave a low hmm.

The room was quiet, and the doctor gave her a soothing medicine. Soon after closing her eyes, Luo Qiao soon fell into a dream again.

Ming Siran sat on the edge of the bed, watching the woman's face quietly.

Luo Qiao sweated on her forehead and dampened her hair. Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, stretched out her hand to poke her away, her white fingers fell on her face and did not leave immediately.

He stroked her face with his fingers, with endless pity in his movements. After a long while, he was about to take it back, but suddenly he heard Luo Qiao's suppressed and helpless broken syllables: "Go away..."

His movement paused suddenly, raising his dark eyes.

Luo Qiao fell into the nightmare again, her eyelashes trembling tightly, and her whole body was in a very fragile state, muttering in a low voice: "Don't come here...Go away..."

Ming Siran's pupils tightened slightly, he leaned over and patted her cheek, trying to wake her up: "Qiaoqiao...Qiaoqiao..."

However, Luo Qiao slept very deep, did not hear his voice at all, and was still stuck in a nightmare, unable to extricate herself.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand she was holding. She held him tightly, and the knuckles of her slender fingers were white.

Desperate and helpless action.

He breathed slightly, and he simply held her into his arms, kissed her brows and eyes, and comforted her softly: "I am here, pretty, I am here..."

As if feeling his temperature and familiar breath, Luo Qiao instinctively approached him, her other hand gripping his clothes tightly, a gesture of seeking dependence.

Ming Siran hugged her, gently and patiently, after a long while, Luo Qiao's tremor finally stopped slowly, but still did not let go of him, her dark hair fell half of her face, and she His face became pale and fragile.

The woman in her arms was very thin, and she didn't feel much weight while holding her. Ming Siran looked at her sleeping face with deep furrowed brows and unpredictable emotions in her eyes.

After a while, Luo Qiao's breathing gradually became even, and she fell asleep smoothly.

Ming Siran gently put her on the bed. She seemed to have a feeling in her dream. She grabbed him subconsciously. Ming Siran's eyes were slightly deep, she took off her coat and shoes, and lay with her.

The night gradually faded from the dark color, and the sky revealed a white belly. Ming Siran stayed up all night, keeping his eyes on the woman in his arms.

After that, Luo Qiao did not have nightmares anymore, and spent the second half of the night quietly.

At this time, there was a very low knock on the door outside, followed by the sound under his hand from outside the door: "Ming, we should go."

Ming Siran glanced sideways at the door, his gaze returned to Luo Qiao, he leaned over and kissed her softly, moving from the corners of his eyes and brows to lips, gently and pitying.

After a while, he got up and got out of bed, adjusted the quilt for her, looked at her for a while, turned around and went out.

Outside, his subordinates stood respectfully.

Ming Siran put on his suit jacket, and his sloppy eyebrows were now covered with layers of frost, and his expression was so cold that people did not dare to approach him.

He stepped on his long legs and walked forward, his voice low: "How's the investigation?"

"All the staff at the shooting site that day are now closely monitored and controlled by Master Zelan."

Ming Siran's face was tight, and his eyes were heavy.

Strictly monitor and control.

If it was just an ordinary accidental injury, why would he bother so much.

The subordinate continued: "Our people brought back a cleaning lady. She took advantage of the chaos and left. She should know what happened on the scene."

Ming Siran adjusted his cuffs, his voice couldn't feel emotions: "Take me to see her."

"Yes."

The group left the private hospital and ran into Luo Zelan and others who came to the hospital.

The indifferent man's footsteps paused slightly, his gaze passed over him, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

At this moment, the bodyguard, who was beaten and bruised, ran over with an embarrassed expression: "Young...Master..."

He swallowed his saliva: "Sorry, we didn't stop this time..."

Luo Zelan glanced at him, there was no emotional ups and downs, he cast his gaze on Ming Siran, the latter did not raise his eyelids, and said: "I saw, kissed, and slept all night."