Mo Xigu
Mo Xigu looked down at her shocked and frightened eyes. He couldn't help but close his eyes because of the pain, gasped gently, and uttered two words with difficulty, "It's okay."
He put his hands around her waist and hugged her to protect her when the knife stabbed her.
The knife penetrated his lower back.
Pain and blood loss drain a person's strength quickly.
He lowered his head to support her, as if holding her.
We have known each other for a long time, but in my memory I have never had a serious hug.
Mo Xigu!
The first sound was just a murmur, but the second sound was a scream.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell on her body exhausted.
The hospital is always pale and has a strong smell of disinfectant.
Chi Huan sat on the bench with his head lowered.
Her clothes, which were stained with large amounts of blood, were not changed.
The blood on my hand was so cold that it solidified, and my fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
Mo Shiqian arrived faster than Mrs. Larry.
What he saw was Chi Huan sitting in a daze on the bench. Her long, carefully maintained hair was messy and hung down as she bent down, almost falling to the floor.
His pupils shrank heavily, and Long Legs stepped over without even thinking.
Mo Shiqian stopped in front of her, leaned over and was about to speak, but she already raised her head first.
I'm fine.
She seemed to have expected that it was him, and the expression on her face did not change at all. She just repeated, Mo Shiqian, I'm fine.
What happened, he naturally figured out on the way here.
The man still bent down and took her thin body into his arms.
The arms tightened tighter and tighter, until they couldn't get any tighter.
Although Chi Huan felt that all the nerves in his body had become dull, he still felt that his bones were being strangled by him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but in the end she said nothing.
Just hold her like this for a while.
Even if it hurts.
Perhaps, there are not many opportunities to embrace.
Chi Huan sniffed his breath, and the nerves that were so tight that they were about to break softened, and then tears burst out of his eyes.
Although she barely made a sound, although this posture made it difficult for them to see each other clearly.
But Mo Shiqian still knew that she was crying.
But he didn't know why she was crying.
For Moxigu
Xiao Yu had already told him that Mo Xigu blocked a knife for her and was seriously injured.
He couldn't even ask her why she was with Mo Xigu at this time.
Mo Shiqian raised his hand and stroked her hair. His eyes were full of darkness and fierceness, but his voice was gentle. I'll take you to change clothes and come back later.
No.
She raised her hand and put her palm on his chest, stopping him from hugging her. I waited for him to wake up.
The man's throat rolled up and down, but he finally endured it, turned his head and said to An Ke, who was not far away, to get her clothes.
OK, I'll go right away.
An Ke turned around quickly.
Mo Shiqian squatted down in front of her and took out wet wipes from the bag she placed beside her.
Tear it open, pick up her hand, and wipe her fingers one by one.
The red light in the emergency room was still on.
The man's eyes fell on her fingers, and he wiped the blood on her hands clean.
Chi Huan lowered his head and looked at his handsome and elegant face.
The usually indifferent eyebrows are covered with depression as thick as clouds.
The line of the jaw was tense, and the heavy and unhappy emotion was clearly revealed.
There was no communication during the entire process until the man used up a handful of wet wipes and threw the trash on the side next to the seat.
Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman's face.
Eyes facing each other.
"Tell me," he said in an almost uneven tone, "you told me that you wanted to go shopping alone, but you didn't hesitate to dump An Ke and meet him secretly. What's the purpose of it, huh?"
Chi Huan didn't speak, she just looked down at him.
Such silence finally aroused the man's anger bit by bit.
Some people have always said that a cold war is worse than a hot war.
Silence without a response is more hurtful than an argument.
Mo Shiqian's voice became hoarse, and every word seemed to be forced out of his throat, "Chi Huan, you speak."
She looked at the strong emotions in the corners of his eyes and brows.
I feel that my thoughts and vision seem calm and clear, but also seem to be erratic and blurry.
Chi Huan said quietly, I don't want to talk now, let's wait until Mo Xigu wakes up.
She saw the man's dark pupils were filled with tiny cracks.
This was probably the first time since she broke up with him and said so many unpleasant things that she didn't even know she had, that she felt she had successfully hurt him.
No matter how much trouble she made, he would treat her as unreasonable.
She said she had broken up with her ten thousand times, but he was still determined.
Even if there is some anger occasionally, it is not as good as a normal quarrel between other lovers.
His heart is an iron wall that cannot be shaken, hard to hurt, hard to get in, and even harder to get out.
Can't hurt him, can't get rid of him.
She often feels helpless and depressed, but actually she feels more fortunate.
Women in this world may not break up all because they want to be retained, but at least nine times out of ten, they hope that the other party will retain them.
If he really didn't keep her, she didn't know how sad she would be.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, and the curve of his thin lips became cold.
He narrowed his eyes and uttered a word without warmth, what if he died? Do you never want to talk again
Chi Huan's eyes widened a little, what did you say
The man's voice seemed to be mixed with crushed ice, and he spoke very slowly. I said, if he cannot be saved and dies, are you going to remember him forever and never talk to me again
She took a deep breath and turned her face to the side.
Although she did not and could not have any deep feelings for Mo Xigu, she could not accept the possibility that he would die.
It's all because of her, if he dies
She was the one who was killed.
Her jaw hurt. The moment she turned her face toward the emergency room, the man pinched her jaw and pulled it back.
His voice was so gloomy that she had never heard it before. Chi Huan, don't let me know that you are really behind my back and you have something to do with him. Otherwise, if the knife hadn't stabbed him to death, I wouldn't have let him go. .
Her chin hurt from his pinching.
Chi Huan looked into his eyes and laughed softly. He even risked his own life to save me. Do you think I will forgive you if you do anything to him
Ah.
hehe.
Hahaha.
Mo Shiqian stared at her red lips that opened and closed, repeating what she said in his mind.
The force on the man's fingers became stronger and stronger, and her name escaped from her teeth, "Chi Huan."