Jiao Maosheng felt a trace of warm breath, and his heart finally poured back, and he lay quietly and happily with great excitement, feeling the warm and soft breath to continue, continue, hurry up and save his body, save his soul, and save his love.

However, a strong hot sunlight came, stabbing his eyes sore and swollen, and the tears were not held back at once, but a little tears flowed out, followed by a girl's scream, Jinhe, look, your friend he-he-he seems to have cheated on the corpse!

The warm breath from Wen Jinhe was about to blend with his own breath, but this exclamation made the warm breath shrink back quickly as if he had been electrocuted, and Jiao Maosheng's heart was lost for a while, he really wanted to go away, to a far away place, and no longer accept this kind of nonsensical torment.

Jiao Maosheng wanted to fake it, but when his hand touched his abdomen, a trace of the same warm thing wet his hand, and then he felt the pain of a mosquito bite.

Another girl screamed, blood, blood, blood on his hands. Jiao Maosheng had a vague impression of this voice, which should be the voice called Qiu Rong.

Although Jiao Maosheng didn't dare to open his eyes to look at this girl named Qiu Rong, he didn't know if she was as soft as water or as rude as the sky. In short, he had to thank her, because, when his life and death were at stake, her shouts attracted everyone's attention, especially Wen Jinhe's gaze, Wen Jinhe's first reaction was that Hua Shao's wound recurred and bled out.

At this moment, the robot-like instructor Zhang with a stiff face gave an order, Jinhe, don't rub it in, do artificial respiration quickly.

Then, as if arranging the aftermath, he pouted and said to the Hummer man next to him, you go and call 120, you have to send this guy to the hospital immediately, but you must not let him die in our academy.

Jiao Maosheng kept shouting in his heart Thank God, ruthlessness may not be a true hero, how can a poor son not be a husband, it is really ironing, this martial artist also has a gentle side, it seems that Instructor Zhang This guy is not a butcher, he is still a little human. Jiao Maosheng was thinking, after passing this hurdle, as long as he can still live strongly, as long as Instructor Zhang does not take advantage of the convenience of the building near the water to get the moon first, the unspoken rule is to Wen Jinhe, Ben Shao must treat him as a hardcore buddy and worship his brother.

A trace of warm breath approached again, and the whole body had a feeling of numbness, a piece of red lips kissed his pale lips, and a warm current spread throughout the body, and each capillary was bright throughout, emitting a subtle warm breath.

Jiao Maosheng hopes that this feeling will last a little longer, don't die young, and return halfway, he is even spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, secretly speculating, at this moment, the male students standing next to him are afraid that they will hate him so much that he gritted his teeth, their eyes should be as sharp as knives, and they are cutting his flesh one by one, and they wish to dispose of him Ling Chi, but Jiao Maosheng is very willing to suffer from this kind of jealousy, because this feeling of being envied is really good, it is simply a super enjoyment.

The braids of his hair were like caterpillars teasing his scorched forehead, his red lips were curling, a warm breath was slowly rising, and his wet tongue buds were sweet and sour, and he couldn't hold it anymore, because he felt that the blood on his body was about to run out, his little heart was pounding, and his eyes wanted to open, but the upper and lower eyelids were disobedient, and he had to use all his strength to open his eyes and bounce his whole body up immediately.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive, is the ambulance coming?" Instructor Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief and said eagerly. The student next to him also recovered from jealousy and hatred, and his eyes were much gentler.

Jiao Maosheng held Wen Jinhe's small waist with both hands, his eyes were weak, and he said in a trance, Jinhe, I'm dying, I guess I have to ask you to donate blood again, it's really not right.

"You bastard, I won't let you die, I will lose to you as much blood as you want," Wen Jinhe cried as he opened his bow left and right, fanning Jiao Maosheng's face that was turning into white paper little by little, "You quickly open my eyes for me, don't you sleep, do you hear?" ”

Jiao Maosheng originally thought that he was not injured, and wanted to make a super joke, trick a dizziness, cheat a warm kiss, but people are not as good as the sky, and his scheming is too much to suffer from it, he didn't expect his wound to recur, he felt weak all over his body, and he was drowsy, so he could only let Wen Jinhe fan his delicate face into a hateful persimmon face.

His limbs were stiff and his whole body was weak, and Jiao Maosheng could only secretly beg for mercy in his heart, little girl, lightly, you are murdering your husband, even if you hate it is love, and beating it is kissing, you have to let me take a breath.

The ambulance roared all the way to the gate of the police academy, the guard old man's heart was tightened, his face was in a trance, he felt that it was another stunned young man who had an accident during training, he came back to his senses, and quickly opened the door.

As a police training instructor at the Police Academy, it was common for Zhang Gaokai to encounter such sudden incidents, and when he saw the ambulance coming, he immediately greeted several male trainees: You boys, quickly, carry people to the stretcher.

Jiao Maosheng was already very weak, and his two upper and lower eyelids were really unable to resist, and he soon drooped. Wen Jinhe was in a hurry, and he opened the bow left and right again, sweeping back and forth on his persimmon face, and Jiao Maosheng opened his fast-closing eyes again.

Jiao Maosheng was groggy and cranky, he didn't expect that the hospital was about to become his grandmother's house, and he was more diligent than going to the toilet after eating, and it was really not a taste in his heart. Wen Jinhe followed the stretcher all the way, summoning spirits all the way: Jiao Maosheng, you bastard plus level three, wake up quickly, don't sleep, I still haven't said anything to you.

Jiao Maosheng was already half-awake and half-asleep, and he heard Wen Jinhe's words clearly, as if he had taken a shot in the heart, and a smile appeared on the face of the white persimmon, but he had no strength to speak, so he could only narrow his eyes into a slit and blink vigorously.

After being carried into the ambulance, the accompanying doctor and nurse immediately gave Jiao Maosheng a preliminary examination and ambulance, the doctor saw Wen Jinhe's eyes full of tears and comforted her, she said, we just did the examination, the patient is only a recurrence of the wound, nothing serious, don't worry.

"Then why did he faint again?" Wen Jinhe was still a little uneasy, and his face was nervous.

"The patient's body is too weak, and it will be fine if he goes back to the hospital for a few bottles of liquid. The doctor said with a pleasant face.

"It's your lover, right? Look at you, you're in a hurry, and your face is about to cry into a little flower face. Although the nurse is a little fat, she is a very nice person, and she handed Wen Jinhe a tissue.

No matter what the reason, the place where Jiao Maosheng had an accident was the place where Zhang Gaokai trained, no matter what aspect he considered, he didn't want Jiao Maosheng's uninvited guest to have any accidents, and at the same time, he also felt that Wen Jinhe and this visitor outside the wall were definitely not an ordinary relationship, and he was naturally worried about Wen Jinhe, afraid that something would happen to her. So, he also followed into the ambulance. The nurse's words obviously made him feel unhappy, and his face was as black as coal, and he sat in the car like a gourd, and did not say a word.

Wen Jinhe didn't know how to answer Miss Nurse's words, after all, the time she and Hua Shao had been in contact was too short, and they didn't know each other well enough. In addition, his mother has made it clear that she doesn't like a mourning star like herself, and now it seems that his mother is right, she is indeed a mourning star, not to mention, Instructor Zhang is still sitting in the car, and if he is not careful, he will hurt him, so he has to mumble and say, just an ordinary friend.

"That's right, you're a good man. "A good heart is at ease," said the nurse with admiration and disappointment.

After a pleasant long whistle, the ambulance suddenly stopped at the door of the hospital's emergency room. A few white coats who had been waiting at the door for a long time immediately ran over and carried the stretcher inside!