Bai Chuxiao was taken aback for a moment, the man's embrace was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, which was something he didn't usually have on him.
Qi Moye has no addiction to cigarettes, and Bai Chuxiao knows it.
I remember Zhong Yi said last time that Qi Moye would only smoke when he was in a bad mood or had something on his mind.
Bai Chuxiao said softly, "Boss."
She moved, trying to get up.
And the hand on her waist strengthened, not giving her a chance.
Qi Moye had an IV drip on the back of his hand, and if he moved randomly, it would be easy for his blood to return, let alone how hard he was using his hand now.
Bai Chuxiao didn't dare to move anymore, feeling like she was leaning on a hot water bottle.
She had never seen such a sick Qi Moye. How could he be so sick in a few days
Qi Moye is awake now, his eyes lack the usual indifference, and the cause of his illness may be a little more blurred, but they are still unfathomable, making it difficult for people to see through or guess at.
Bai Chuxiao said, "Lie down, you have a drip in your hand."
Qi Moye looked at her deeply.
"Let go first?" Bai Chuxiao tried to move, "This will affect your infusion, and you will recover faster after the injection. This is what you said yourself. If you are sick, you need to take medicine and injections."
Qi Moye didn't loosen his grip on her, nor did he intend to let go.
Bai Chuxiao was a little embarrassed. Looking at his eyes and state, he felt that the boss was not awake.
Why don't you say a word
With so much effort, is the infusion really all right
Bai Chuxiao turned his head to look at his infusion hand, and sure enough, he saw the blood in the infusion tube slowly start to return!
It must be dealt with immediately, otherwise the consequences will be serious.
She knows a little bit about medical skills, so re-insertion is not a problem.
Bai Chuxiao no longer just sit around and wait for death, but decides to force her.
She began to struggle.
Her strength is several times that of an ordinary girl, and she thought that Qi Moye could easily get away from the current state of illness, but she was wrong!
She really felt that as long as she struggled a little, the strength in the man's hand would be even stronger, which was beyond her ability to resist.
Usually, others think that Qi Moye is cold-tempered and has a strong aura, and they will be afraid of him, but Bai Chuxiao doesn't think so.
Now, it seems that he will not let her go if he dies...
And the man's extremely dark eyes, which seemed to swallow her up...
She felt a little scary...
The harder you use your hand, the faster the blood will return to the infusion tube.
Bai Chuxiao didn't dare to move again. . Going crazy!
If this goes on, what should we do
Bai Chuxiao hurriedly called out the foreign aid, "Zhong Yi!!!"
Zhong Yi and Qi Ting were in the living room, when they heard her cry, they rushed in immediately.
Zhong Yi hurriedly said, "What's wrong with the goddess?!"
Bai Chuxiao's voice was quite hurried just now, and he thought something had happened.
As a result, as soon as I came in, I saw the scene of the two hugging each other and being inseparable...
I go!
Zhong Yi swallowed, "I'm sorry to bother you!"
He backed away as he spoke.
Qi Ting is now behind him, almost stepped on by him.
Bai Chuxiao didn't know what he was doing, and said anxiously: "Come here, help me pull him away!"
Zhong Yi couldn't hear it anymore.
He waved his hands quickly, with horror on his face, "No, no, no, although you are my goddess, I can't do this. My dog's life is important! Third brother will kill me, goddess, bear with me, sacrifice you, happiness whole family… "
Bai Chuxiao really wanted to slap him to death, what a mess of thoughts, she roared, "Your third brother's infusion tube is back to blood!!".