Huo Ningxi pushed her.
Song Yaoyao opened her lips, "Stop the car."
The car stopped, Song Yaoyao looked at Huo Ningxi, "Get out of the car."
"Hey—" Huo Ningxi was unhappy, "What do you mean?"
"Can't you go down?" Song Yaoyao's eyes turned cold, without the slightest warmth.
Even if Huo Ningxi is different in this life, so what if it changes? Is the damage done to the original body gone
Song Yaoyao didn't like Huo Ningxi, so naturally she didn't want him to meddle in his own business.
Seeing her ugly face, Huo Ningxi reluctantly opened the door and got out of the car.
As soon as he stood firm, the car whizzed past him and sprayed him with exhaust.
"Depend on… "
He gritted his teeth, "Smelly girl!"
After leaving Wei's house, Song Yaoyao went to the hospital again, and was exhausted when she came out.
She is very tired.
The only special follower in WeChat has remained silent, her nails are well manicured and slightly pink. The fingers moved on the keyboard for a moment, and finally the screen was locked, and the phone was thrown into the car seat.
country y.
It's winter outside, and it's snowing heavily.
In the spacious bedroom, the man's Qingjun face was slightly pale and looked particularly thin.
After a long time, his eyelashes trembled and opened.
"gentlemen!"
Huo Qi, who was paying close attention to Huo Yunque's movement, let out a long sigh of relief, and rushed over excitedly.
He pressed the internal line, "Sir, wake up, call the doctor!"
In the early morning, the mansion where they lived was attacked by terrorists, and Huo Yunque was injured.
"what time is it?"
With a slight movement, there was a dense pain, and the man calmly sat up on the bed without frowning.
"Sir, be careful!" Huo Qi's eyelids twitched, "It's one o'clock in the afternoon, sir, you have been in a coma all morning."
"Understood." Huo Yunque nodded, "Bring me your phone."
A group of doctors rushed in to examine the man.
Huo Yunque turned on the phone, and as expected, a series of messages popped up on WeChat.
Yaoyao: Brother, when are you coming back
Yaoyao: Can I still have a video call with my brother today
Yaoyao: Brother, are you busy
Yaoyao: Brother, I met a very special patient today, I feel very kind when I look at her!
…
Most of the time, she was the one talking, rambling about what happened and what she saw during the day.
Huo Yunque couldn't help laughing.
Those foreign doctors were taken aback by his laughter, and even the movements of their hands became cautious.
His upper body was naked, with bandages wrapped around his shoulders, and blood was already oozing.
The doctor disinfected, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged his wound again.
"Bring the clothes."
He rubbed the screen of his mobile phone, there were mountains, rivers and rivers in his downcast eyes, there were sun, moon and rain, and more tenderness.
"Sir, you need to rest now—"
"Wait a minute, sir, I'll get it for you right now."
Huo Qi winked at Huo Er and got a shirt for Huo Yunque.
The man put it on slowly. During the movement, the wound would inevitably be pulled, and the bright red blood seeped into the white bandage again.
His fingers were extremely slender, and the protruding phalanx exuded a sense of abstinence.
The bedroom was extremely quiet, Huo Er opened his mouth, but was held back by Huo Qi.
"Go down."
Until he buttoned the last button, until his wound was completely invisible.
Huo Er looked at Huo Yunque's situation worriedly, and was dragged away by Huo Qi.
He frowned, and before going out, he suddenly heard a soft, joyful girl's voice coming from Huo Yunque's cell phone.