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Qiao Yange went to the company in the morning, picked it up in the afternoon and sent it to the repair shop to take his car out, thinking that there was nothing to do, and suddenly remembered the bloody man Ling Qing had saved.

So, after he drove to the hospital, he greeted Uncle Zhao and sat next to the bed, because he had just heard from Uncle Zhao that the friend he sent yesterday was seriously injured, and his body had not been getting enough sleep for a long time, so it was estimated that he would sleep for a long time.

Thinking that the bloody man might have woken up after a while, he thought he was bored and took out his phone and played the game for half an hour.

After playing the game for a while, Qiao Yange felt bored, raised his head, and looked around.

The layout is very simple, a piece of clothing is placed in the middle of the room against the wall, a small cabinet is placed next to the bed, and the things that come into view are basically white, white sheets and quilt covers, covering the bloody man last night, very neat and without any wrinkles.

He estimated that the bloody man didn't move for a night, he was in a coma, motionless, if he hadn't seen the bloody man's chest rise and fall slightly, otherwise he would definitely feel that it was a dead man lying on the bed.

Last night, because the bloody man was covered in blood, and it was dark, Qiao Yange basically didn't see the bloody man's face clearly, only saw that he was covered in blood, and his face was too.

But now that the nurse had cleaned up, he had begun to observe the bloody man's face.

Cold and pale face, closed eyes, sharpened nose bridge, thin lips without a trace of blood, very handsome, but temperament is a little cold, and there is a smell of gunsmoke on the body, Qiao Yange stared intently at the Rakshasa on the bed of the observer.

Suddenly, the rakshasa on the bed, cold sweat began to break out on his cold and hard face, and the hand placed on the side of the bed began to contract, and the veins that were dripping began to return blood, and the blood began to come out of the back of the hand, and slowly flowed down the back of the hand to the white sheets, and a touch of red appeared on the white sheets, like a blooming poppy.

When Qiao Yange saw Rakshasa's situation, he was anxious, and immediately stepped forward and pressed Rakshasa's clenched hand, trying to break Rakshasa's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't break Rakshasa's palm.

He anxiously glanced at the still unconscious Rakshasa, only to see that Rakshasa's pale lips were getting whiter and whiter, and they were still shaking, as if they were in a nightmare.

"Don't kill her."

Qiao Yange listened to Rakshasa's whisper, the voice was very small, and he couldn't hear it clearly, so he leaned over and wanted to listen to what Rakshasa was saying.

Rakshasa's pale lips were still closed one by one, "Don't kill her." ”

"Don't kill her."

Qiao Yange heard the Rakshasa whisper clearly.

"What do you mean not to kill her? Don't kill anyone? Who is she?" Qiao Yange thought strangely in his heart.

"Don't kill anyone?" He asked softly to the Rakshasa who was still immersed in a nightmare.

Rakshasa seemed to be able to hear Qiao Yange's voice, his eyelids were still rolling, and his mouth was still shouting softly, "Mom." ”

A line of clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes to his ears, and his voice was a little pitiful like a wounded little beast, Qiao Yange saw that he was so touched, and a touch of distress and pity surged in his heart.

"No one will kill her, don't worry." Qiao Yan said warmly to the tearful rakshasa with warmth.

Who is it? Who's talking? Rakshasa rolled his eyes, his eyelids kept moving, thinking about who was talking in his ear just now, and it was so warm.

And the back of his hand is very warm, he unconsciously looks for this warmth, he wants to grasp that warmth, his world is too cold.

Qiao Yange saw that his hand was tightly grasped by the bloody man on the bed, he couldn't Zheng Kai, originally he had been trying to break the bloody man's hand, but he didn't expect the bloody man to hold his hand tightly with his backhand, and he didn't want to let go.

No, he had to softly comfort the unconscious bloody man on the bed.

Rakshasa listened to Qiao Yange's soft reassurance, his whole mood calmed down, and there was no cold sweat on his face, but his face became more and more pale, and he grabbed Qiao Yange's hand and didn't let go, and he kept clenching it all the time.

Rakshasa wanted to see who had been whispering in his ear, whose voice was so warm, and no one treated him so gently except for the woman.

The eyelids lifted slowly, the light was a little dazzling, Rakshasa closed his eyes uncomfortably, and when his eyes were completely adjusted, he hurried to find the owner of the gentle voice.

Even though he wanted to see who that person was for the first time, despite the pain in his body, he turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the source of the voice.

In his blurred vision, there was a person watching him, but he couldn't see the speaker's face clearly, he closed his somewhat dry eyes, and then slowly opened his eyelids and saw the speaker clearly.

The delicate face, under the appropriate shade of eyebrows is a pair of watery phoenix eyes, some playful and lively, healthy and ruddy face is full of anxious expressions at this time, it seems that he slowly exhaled lightly when he woke up, with a smile on his face, and asked softly: "Do you feel uncomfortable there, I have just called a doctor, and I should be over soon." ”

Rakshasa looked at the young man in front of him and felt like a beautiful boy who came out of the painting, the sun was handsome, and there was a breath of the sun on his body, it turned out that he was talking softly just now, and a trace of amazement flashed in Rakshasa's eyes, but he was soon pressed down.

"You saved me?" Rakshasa said calmly with a calm gaze.

Qiao Yange completely ignored Rakshasa's question, and said directly: "Are you thirsty? ”

Rakshasa's gaze began to become sharper, and he looked closely at Qiao Yange's eyes, but he found that Qiao Yange's eyes were sincere, and there was no malice, this was an intuition of him as a killer, and Qiao Yange's clean and sincere eyes, he even had some evasion.

His throat was dry, and his words were a little hoarse, "Thank you." He could feel the kindness of the person in front of him.

Qiao Yange saw the bloody man on the bed speak, although his voice was a little hoarse, but it was very thick and magnetic, if he sang, he should be very good, he could sing that kind of affectionate song.

Hearing Rakshasa's return, Qiao Yange was about to turn around and pour a glass of water on the cabinet for Rakshasa, but his arm was pulled.

Rakshasa felt his heavy arm, and after being pulled for a moment, Rakshasa looked at his arm and found that his hand was actually holding the hand of the beautiful boy in front of him.

It turned out that the touch of temperature on his hand just now was his hand.