Youyan didn't answer, she lost consciousness and passed out. Gu Yebai's eyes were so dull that he kissed her lips deeply, hugged her tightly and strode into the car. Lin Ziyan and Susan stepped into the passenger seat respectively, and the black business car sped away.
The others started their cars respectively. Chen Yinong put on his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator. An indescribable feeling penetrated his heart! If it was her who was lying in his arms, even if she lost her hand, she would still love him.
His eyelids trembled, and light came into his eyes. Youyan slowly opened his eyes.
The tentacles are a warm and soft quilt.
Not surprisingly in bed, she injured her hand before passing out. But, this bed, and this room...
This is his room!
Her tiredness dissipated and she sat up.
The small light in front of the bed is soft and orange, slightly warm.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall, silent figure was lonely and desolate.
The man stood quietly in front of the window for I don't know how long.
Youyan's eyes were filled with tears, and after a while, he spoke softly: "Xiao Bai."
A hint of hesitation, a hint of nervousness.
He moved slightly and quickly turned around, a pair of dark and calm eyes enveloping her.
Before he fell into coma, all of his remaining cold and bloody aura seemed to have disappeared. He was still calm, with a straight nose and thin lips, bottomless pupils, and a deep and handsome look carved by a knife.
He glanced at her, said nothing, and walked out of the room.
It's like being stuck in cotton, so soft that you can't exert any strength. Youyan was flustered, was he still angry? This time it was his fault.
But if it happens again, she will still take this stab for Huai'an. Once she has paid it off, she can love her happily. Even if this hand is useless.
From now on, you can love him well, no matter how long it takes.
But, he can’t get rid of his anger this time, what should he do
She moved her hand slightly, and she gritted her teeth in pain and felt a little numb.
What happened to her hand? She was a little panicked. It’s true that I don’t regret it, but I will be afraid. She started learning painting at the age of three or four, and it took more than twenty years of cold and summer to use a brush with real ease. Just like gongbi, when you start the brush, you hide the edge, and when you stop the brush, it will return to the edge. It seems to be the simplest thing, but it actually requires the most skill. .
She is no match for her boyfriend Min Rui. From being clumsy and unable to figure it out to finally following her heart, no one knew how much she had to pay for her sweat-soaked clothes.
Her mother once told her that she had talent, but it was hidden a little deep, so she had to spend a lot more time than others to dig it out.
Now this hand - she silently looked at the right palm wrapped in white cloth, her eyes wet.
The door opened again.
She glanced over and saw the man putting a bowl of food on the bedside table.
"Eat and then sleep." He said quietly.
After saying that, he turned back and went out.
Youyan slowly looked at the steaming porridge beside the bed and buried his face in his knees.
It's not like she doesn't know that she can't move her hands, eats and then goes to sleep, eats, eats, eats, no matter how she eats. Well, she still has her left hand.
Tears still fell down unsatisfactorily.
At the door, his dark eyes were slightly dark, and in the gap, he took her grievances into his heart bit by bit, and finally left in silence.
study.
Gu Yebai pursed his thin lips into a thin line, and the scene in the hospital suddenly appeared clearly in his mind.
"Third brother, how is Miss Lu's condition? Why are they all like this, first you and then her? It would be a pity if her hand cannot be cured."
"It doesn't matter, as long as her hands can still serve others, her hands that can draw must be particularly flexible, right, third brother."
The knuckles of his hands resting on the table were clenched and turned white.
The phone on the table rang, bringing him back from his thoughts.
"Have you decided?" An old voice came from the other end.