When it's over, he quickly unfastened his seat belt, pushed open the car door, and ran over, but he didn't dare to touch the twitching girl, so he could only hug the young man's thin waist and cried, "Brother, we're not leaving. Is it okay? Jingyi is so sick, I want to protect her, I only have her relatives!"
No matter how miserable Xue Jingyi cried, it couldn't provoke Xue Zixuan's slightest pity, and then the boy's eyes were red. Painful. He hurriedly put his arms around him, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and was silent for a while before compromising: "Okay, we're not leaving, don't cry, she'll be fine, she'll be fine."
He really has nothing to do with the person in his arms. If he wants to stay, he can only stay with him. If he wants to fly high, he can only insert wings for him. If he can get his heart, he is willing to give everything. .
Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and then he took out a few pills smoothly and stuffed them into the lady's mouth. Xiao Deng hurriedly helped with water.
Xue Jingyi, who was in convulsions, vaguely heard this sentence, and her heart seemed to be in severe pain. It turned out that her tears, pleading, and even her life were not as simple as Huang Yi's simple words.