Chapter 1088

As soon as this words came out, even Kong Wenmin was silent.

Later that night, Jiang Jin led people into other hospitals in Nanshan. In front of young an's face, he killed several old people. Grandma Chen died on the spot. Mr. Ding was interrupted by three ribs. Mr. Gu lost his right arm. Such a serious injury, let alone the old people, means that young and strong people have to be cultivated for half a year. They can't go back to ningguta. They usually talk about it I don't want to mention it, but I don't care about it? Chen Qingxuan only mentioned this in front of Kong Wenmin. He never said it in front of others.

Kong Wenmin didn't speak. He got up and sat down beside Chen Qingxuan. He whispered, "don't worry. It's OK. You can take good care of it. Mr. Gu and Mr. Ding will be able to have a good rest..."

Kong Wenmin wants to say something more, but he looks at Chen Qingxuan's drooping eyebrows and eyes, but he doesn't go on talking. Ding Yunwen and Gu Changlin can recuperate naturally, but Grandma Chen will never wake up.

Chen Qingxuan's eyes were moist again, and he didn't know whether he was affected by the heat or how. He was so busy that he wiped his face. He was about to talk about something relaxing to ease the atmosphere. He was grabbed into his arms. He was about to struggle, his back brain was grasped again, and then he was firmly pressed on his shoulder.

"Just a moment." Kong Wenmin gently patted Chen Qingxuan on the shoulder. The voice was soft, but it was like demagogues. Chen Qingxuan didn't struggle any more, so he leaned on Kong Wenmin's shoulder honestly. Neither of them spoke. Chen Qingxuan looked down at two cups of steaming tea on the table. Kong Wenmin looked at Chen Qingxuan without blinking.

His eyes slipped past Chen Qingxuan's long dark hair and drooping eyebrows and eyes, and finally fell on the white and slender hand, which was as thin and tall as the master's. it was very thin, but it did not appear weak, with distinct bones. Several fingers had pale yellow cocoons on their bellies. At the first sight, he knew that it was the hand holding the pen for a long time, and at the same time, he could see that it was a man's hand.

Yes, it's clearly a man's hand. What's good-looking? But Kong Wenmin has been looking at it for such a long time. He knows that it's a man's hand, but he still wants to reach out and hold it. He wants to tangle his fingers with that hand. Kong Wenmin thinks that he must be crazy. Yes, if he is not crazy, how can he have such a ridiculous idea?

But that's what he thought and did.

It's always Kong Wuli's powerful hand. For the first time, he looks forward timidly. He leans one inch or two inches towards the white and thin hand. As his hands get closer and closer, Kong Wenmin's breathing becomes more and more urgent. He feels like he's hopeless. He's even more disgraced than the first time he met his sweetheart's hairy boy. However, he loves it The feeling of breathing and the whole heart

It's three inches or two inches away. It's about to be met.

"BAM bam!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Chen Qingxuan sat straight, frowning and looking out of the window.

"Oh I'll see. " Kong Wenmin suddenly took back his hand on the table, stood up in panic, and then walked out without looking back.

Chen Qingxuan looks at Kong Wenmin's strong back through the window. He is at a loss, at a loss and fidgety. At the end of the day, he breathes a long sigh of relief. He looks at Kong Wenmin opening the door and is about to turn around. At a glance, he sees the young man standing at the door. He sinks.