“…… Eh?" Qiao Zeyu froze in place, looked at his fingers, and looked at Luo Wenjing, who fell to the ground unconscious, in surprise, before coming back to his senses for a long time.

"Luo Wenjing, Luo Wenjing, wake up!" he squatted down and scrambled to help her up.

His hand accidentally touched her neck, and the hot temperature instantly reached his fingertips, and he subconsciously reached out and stroked her forehead and face, and found that she was now covered in a fireball, her face was pale, and there was no blood on her lips.

"Burn like this, it doesn't squeak!" Qiao Zeyu supported her, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with difficulty with one hand, and was about to make a call, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few eye-catching drops of blood on his smooth marble floor.

"Didn't you break your head?!" his heart sank, looking for a wound on her head, but he felt that his hand holding her arm was wet.

Only then did he realize that blood was running down her arm and onto the back of her hand, and the coat she was wearing when she came had been stained with blood on her left arm!

"What's going on, this ......"

Qiao Zeyu said, his big hand grabbed her collar, and with a lot of effort, he pulled her coat under her shoulder, and the sight in front of him made his heart shrink and almost pushed her away.

I saw a deep and long wound on her left arm, the flesh was turned up, and blood was gushing out from the inside, and the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, which made his stomach churn.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital. He helped her get dressed, and bent down, ready to pick her up horizontally.

"Uh......" He gritted his teeth, but because of the lack of instantaneous force, he didn't even lift Luo Wenjing's body.

"Really, don't you usually manage your figure? How can you redo it like this?" he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, got up and moved his arm, and then bent down to try it a second time.

He never knew that a short leg of 1.6 meters could sink like this, and he finally picked her up, and after taking two steps, he heard a "click", as if it was the sound of bones.

"No wonder they say, dead and heavy, I'll go, dead people are really heavy......," he gritted his teeth and grumbled, and rushed out the door in three steps and two steps.

"Oh my God, Young Master Qiao, what's going on?"

Several uniformed maids were startled by this scene, greeted them with concern, and asked.

"Go open the door for me!" he commanded through gritted teeth, and several maids scrambled to open the co-pilot's door, and he threw her in the seat with a thud, almost unable to straighten up.

"Young Master Qiao, do you want to help?!"

"No need, just go and clean the floor for me!" Qiao Zeyu said, holding his sore waist and sitting in the driver's seat, glancing at Luo Wenjing's frowning eyebrows and slightly trembling body, he took off the suit jacket on his body and covered her.

Then he leaned over, pulled her seat belt over, and carefully fastened it, and then started the car.

Today was cloudy, and there was a little wind outside, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Glancing at the wide open roof and Luo Wen's shrunken body, he frowned, sighed tangledly, and finally stretched out his finger and closed the roof.

It was only a few seconds before the cramped feeling suddenly hit, he felt as if his heart had been pinched, and he couldn't help but gasp for air, and finally pulled the car to the side of the road, opened the roof again, and took a few quick breaths of cool air to ease his senses.

"I've wronged you, I can't close the roof. He glanced at Luo Wenjing, rearranged the coat that had slipped down, and then set off again, running towards the door.

Rushing all the way to the hospital, there are already nurses waiting at the door.

After a while, Luo Wenjing, who was unconscious, was treated for his wounds and transferred to a temporary ward.

"How is she?" Qiao Zeyu put his hands around his chest in front of the hospital bed, and his tone was cold.

"I'm a psychiatrist, and you're really thinking of everything. She's fine, she's lost a bit of blood and has been treated urgently. He was answered by a tall, elegant man in a white coat with glasses.

Qiao Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then sat down on the chair next to him tiredly, staring at Luo Wenjing, who had not woken up yet, in a daze.

"Girlfriend? I see you're in a hurry when you're on the phone. The man asked with a smile and teasingly.

"Ho. When did you see me looking for this kind of model? dark skin, no makeup, how many scars do there on this arm alone? Have you ever seen her awake, staring at people every day, and this poor breasts, which is too far from my ideal 36. ”

Qiao Zeyu seemed to have heard some joke, snorted coldly, and ruthlessly brushed himself and her clean.

"No, it's not, so much to explain. The man grinned, showing his big white teeth neatly, and then waved his hand at him, "Come back to me when you get sick in the future, don't bother me, a psychiatrist who only sits for half a day every day." ”

Qiao Zeyu glanced at him and raised his eyebrows with interest, "Speaking of which, expert Li Xiangbai, my medicine is gone, go get me some." ”

The man named Li Xiangbai sighed speechlessly.

"Am I running an errand?

"I told you to change your office or stop working here. What are you doing when you're so tall on the tenth floor?" Qiao Zeyu frowned impatiently.

Li Xiangbai smiled, as if he had long been surprised by his reaction.

"How's it going, sleep?"

"As always, lying in that little matchbox-like room, I feel like I'm about to suffocate, and I can't sleep without taking medicine. Qiao Zeyu said, rubbing his eyebrows irritably, "I said you are a quack, right?

Li Xiangbai sighed faintly, didn't answer, just turned around, and exited the room.

Qiao Zeyu raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and his eyes fell on the person on the bed again. I saw her brows furrowed, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she had some bad dream.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

He leaned into her mouth and heard her mutter, breathless.

"Hey, a woman who can't swing her fist and stare at her eyes will only be taught to apologize in a dream......" he said to himself, and couldn't help but stretch out his slender index finger and stroke the deep Sichuan character on her eyebrows.