Xiang duo lowered his head and saw that the polished floor tiles had irregular blood stains, which was very dazzling. He became more and more flustered and lost his mind. He also saw that the shirt in front of him was so clean that there was no sign of any injury. "Is he hurt his back? Let me see. "
Luo Jingchen pressed her shoulder and refused to let her see. She frowned and felt the constant burning pain on her back. In order to sneak into the hotel, Liu Chenggang only carried a small dagger. Fortunately, it wasn't a fruit knife. Looking down at her slightly impatient facial features, she said lightly, "it's nothing good to see. Just drive and let's go to the hospital to deal with it."
After hearing the news, the manager of the hotel rushed over and followed the security guard. He bent down and asked politely, "Mr. Luo, are you ok?"
How inefficient the hotel security system is!
Even if the man is slightly inferior because of injury, it doesn't affect his noble and reserved temperament at all. He says in a deep voice: "get out of the way!"
There was embarrassment on the manager's face. A group of security guards automatically made way for them and watched them walk away. In particular, a deep bloodstain behind the man was particularly shocking in the black coat.
At the gate, Xiang duo carefully helped him to get on the bus. When he got into the co driver's seat, he went around to the other side to open the door. It took a while for him to find the right position.
She started the car quickly. It was in the rush hour. The traffic jam was very serious. Her hand holding the steering wheel was shaking all the time. I don't know why she was so afraid. Occasionally, she turned around to see his situation. The man's arm was dripping blood down his fingertips. She couldn't stop it.
She only looked at it once, tears came back, and then she sped up.
Sitting there, Luo couldn't do anything, so he turned his face to the woman driving and asked seriously, "are you crying again? Are you afraid I'll die? "
Xiang duo's fingers holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened. Hearing the word "death", his pupils shrank and said slowly, "I'm afraid you'll lose too much blood and die!"
When I was a child, my grandmother held her hand when she was dying. Her old and withered face had been engraved in her bones for more than ten years. She could no longer accept the difference between yin and Yang!
In response to her is the man's low laughter, Luo Jingchen is sitting on his side, not the usual elegant posture, with interest: "do you feel very distressed?"
In the traffic jam, her whole heart was lifted. When she heard his words, Xiang duo's eyebrows were even tighter. When she turned her face, she gave a low rebuke, "Luo Jingchen, be serious!"
The man's face slightly pale, but he is still a pair of informal tone, "Oh, if I'm serious, would you like me more?"
Xiang duo doesn't make a sound any more. He suddenly raises the accelerator. He just wants to get to the hospital quickly, and let the doctor help him stop bleeding. He doesn't think about anything else.
Luo Jingchen saw that the car had just wiped a large truck in danger, and reminded: "drive slowly, or I'm afraid I'll have to add a few more wounds when I get to the hospital."
She is very confident about her driving skills. "You don't look like you don't care. Are you afraid?"
He didn't think so. "I'm a man. I'm thick skinned. It doesn't matter if I get hurt. You're different. I can't bear you to get hurt."
She still did not slow down, long and dense eyelashes trembled, now his love words are really more and more natural, more and more smooth, "your love words are really nice."
Thin lips with a smile, "if you like to listen, I'll tell you more."
To take time to stare at him, "I prefer you to shut up!"
Luo Jingchen picked her eyebrows because she was so nervous that she wanted to divert her attention. She supported her chin and studied the woman driving. All her hair was pulled to the back, revealing her small white earlobes and half a delicate side face. She pursed her lips and concentrated on driving.
She didn't look like she didn't like him.
When he got to the hospital, someone had been waiting for him. Xiang duo helped him to sit on the chair. There were several doctors standing around, but they didn't move, because the men sitting there didn't want to take off their clothes and let them handle the wound.
She was very worried, a little incoherent, "doctor, he seems to have been cut a knife, I do not know where his injury is, you quickly help him to see, he has been bleeding, quick stop bleeding."
Luo Jingchen raised his eyes and glared at her, "I haven't eaten anything since I got up in the morning. It's noon now. I'm a little hungry. I want to eat porridge. Can you help me buy it?"
No breakfast? Hungry? She spread out her palm. "Just give me the phone and let Arsene buy it."
The man shook his head, "he doesn't know my taste, you go to me more at ease."
He is always picky. He would rather be hungry than eat the food he doesn't like. But the problem is that Arsene is very eye-catching at first sight. How can he follow him for a period of time and still be unclear about his living habits.
Understand that he wants to take the opportunity to support her, but there is no way, his seemingly mild attitude actually implies strong, can't help but she refused, "well, I'll be back soon."He turned to the doctor and said, "please help him with the wound. He's bleeding all the time."
She is so nervous and not at ease expression is to please him, Luo Jingchen low lazy smile, "good, don't run too far, just buy nearby."
"I see." Take a look at him and then walk out.
Half ring, see her figure disappeared in the door, a noble man just moved, around the doctor see he is ready to take off his clothes, this just came forward to help, the man folded up to smile, calm face, eyebrows did not move, tunnel: "move quickly, try to deal with a bit better."
The doctor in the white coat was ashamed. The patient asked to move gently, not to let them often encounter too much pain. For the first time, he met such a request, but he still replied, "OK, Mr. Luo."
After a look at his injury, I realized how serious it was. His black shirt was covered with blood and looked like a piece of flesh and blood. I really couldn't understand the rich people's world. It was clear that the blood was not flowing any more, and I wanted to talk to women for a long time before I was willing to let them check the wound.
Luo Jingchen half closed his eyes, lying on the bed posture, the doctor is careful to help him clean up, occasionally observed his face, but the man's face has always maintained no waves and no waves, did not hear any of his calls, hair between the thin sweat can see, he is suffering from pain.
Kindly asked: "Mr. Luo, do you want to give you some anesthesia?"
Maybe it's because the range of action just now is too large, the man's hair is slightly disordered, weakening the cold, but the voice line with a little scorn, "this small injury needs to be anesthetized, are you insulting the anesthetics or insulting me?"