As fast as he could, Qiao Du cleaned a few stains on his coat, and for fear of him picking on a prick, he specially took an electric hair dryer to dry and fold it before walking out of the bathroom.

The apartment occupies the entire top floor, because she usually has little time at home, and as soon as she comes back, she is sleepy, she takes a shower and goes to bed, and she either rushes to the set or flies to other cities to catch the announcement early in the morning, so the whole apartment is empty and does not have much life.

The top floor is in the same style as the whole building, and on the south-facing side is the whole floor-to-ceiling window, Qiao Du turned his head to look around, and it was easy to see him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man overlooked the bustling night scene under the tall building, lowered his head and lit a cigarette a little lazily, and asked lightly, "Are the clothes ready?" ”

A window was opened by him, the night wind poured back, and the suit jacket she was holding saw behind him and handed it over: "Well, okay, now you can go." ”

Fu Jingchao raised his eyebrows, stared at the neatly folded coat in her hand, and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing that he didn't mention it, Qiao Duan forced his suit jacket into his hand: "Fu Jingchao, you have to talk and count, don't let me look down on you." ”

"You haven't looked at me from beginning to end, so what does it matter if my words don't count?" His sneering voice was low and accusatory.

Qiao Du's good-looking brows tightened and didn't answer.

Tonight, he scolded her one after another, and she admitted that sometimes he was dumbfounded.

"It's not early, you take the clothes and don't send them!" She gave the order to evict the guest, and the clothes simply shoved into his bent and withdrawn arms.

Fu Jing took a step forward, ignoring his coat, letting it slide to the ground, and the big hand holding the cigarette stroked her cheek very lightly, the cyan smoke spread, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm so anxious to drive me away, I look so easy to get away?" ”

Qiao Du knew that it was useless to hide, so she directly stood on tiptoe and approached him, stopping only about two centimeters away from his face: "Otherwise? You think I'm going to leave you for the night? I drank today, but I wasn't as drunk as I was that day, so you can't take advantage of me. ”

The nose was full of the faint fragrance of the woman's body, the man's throat slid and hugged her into his arms, his thin lips were only about half a centimeter from her, his breath was entangled, and the hand on her waist moved, and the palm of his hand rubbed unwillingly through the thin lace fabric: "What about the wounds on my body?" ”

Qiao Du stretched out his hand and slapped him twice on the chest: "Don't come to this set, aren't you able to walk and talk like a nobody?" I'll tell you......"

A second after the fist fell, he realized that something was wrong, his face changed slightly, and he made a gasping sound in his throat.

She looked down at the hem of his shirt, he was wearing a handmade black shirt of fine material, which she hadn't seen before, it would be close, and she could see a sticky puddle of liquid on his belly.

He...... Is the wound oozing blood?

She gasped and subconsciously helped him, and he put his arm on her shoulder and handed her half of his weight.

"Slow down, I'll help you to the couch." She struggled to guide him to the couch, and when he was seated, she began to look for a medical kit in the full apartment.

When this apartment was originally renovated, she was filming in the field and handed over to Jiang Man to be in charge, at that time, Han Yingzi had just signed a contract and came in, without any notice, so she volunteered to come over and help keep an eye on it. After the decoration was completed, all the objects and furnishings in it were also made by Han Yingzi, and she still didn't know where the medical strip was.

She spun around like a headless fly, and she didn't care that it was the middle of the night, so she grabbed her mobile phone and called Han Yingzi.

Han Yingzi, who was abroad, was working, and the assistant answered, and when he heard that it was the boss's call, he didn't dare to slack off, so he greeted the director on the other end and handed over the phone to Han Yingzi.

"Sakurako, where's the medicine box?"

Han Yingzi reacted in a second: "The third drawer of the cabinet in the northwest corner of the living room." ”

"Oh, good." Qiao Du hurriedly walked to the northwest corner.

"Joe, are you hurt?"

"It's not me......" Qiao Du had already opened the drawer, and her mouth instinctively replied.

"It's not you, who's that? It's midnight in the country now, right? Who will be in your apartment, is Mr. Jin? ”

Qiao Du had a headache, say no, Han Yingzi must ask who it is, yes, and it seems to be lying.

The matter between her and Fu Jingchao was long in the past, and she didn't want others to know what she had with him, so she said vaguely: "A friend, injured ......" quickly took out the medicine box from the drawer, put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, sandwiched the mobile phone between her ears and shoulders, and asked Han Yingzi while looking for medicine: "Yingzi, why didn't I find the medicine to stop bleeding?" Are you not prepared? ”

"No, I had a lot of medicine ready." Han Yingzi denied it, and then sighed: "I remember that I seem to have prepared two medical boxes, and the other is placed in the top drawer of the cabinet next to it, you can find it." ”

Qiao Du agreed, hung up her phone on the coffee table, and turned to look for another medicine box.

Fu Jingchao nestled in the sofa, looking at her busy figure in the living room of more than 100 square meters, looking down at the shirt that was oozing blood, the corners of his lips were upturned, it seemed that his injury was still worth it.

A minute later, Qiao Du found all the medicines, sat on the sofa, and said to someone in a lying posture like an uncle: "You take off your shirt, I'll help you take medicine to stop the bleeding." ”

"I don't have the strength, you help me take it off." Fu Jingchao rested his hands behind his head, his sturdy limbs nestled leisurely on the back of the sofa, and there was a little injury and no strength on his face.

This person is simply playing a serious scoundrel, although Qiao Du can see it, but there is no way at all, he wants to help him get the medicine as soon as possible, and send him away as soon as possible.

She put down the cotton swab in her hand and moved to his side, slowly reaching for the bottom button of his shirt with both hands, biting her lip and unbuttoning the two buttons.

Unexpectedly, the wound in front of her was bigger than she expected, about four or five centimeters long, the flesh was turned out, and blood was oozing outward.

She clenched her fists hard, her throat tightening: "You are so badly injured, why don't you say it?" ”

"Distressed?" He sat up, his tall figure instantly obscuring the light above her head, and his eyes were so dark that they seemed to have poured ink.

She tried to suppress the breath in her throat, ignoring his fiery gaze, and carefully rubbed a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant on the wound.

When the cotton swab touched the turned flesh, it was obvious that she felt his body tremble violently, and she felt the same way, knowing that this kind of pain was not something ordinary people could bear.

"Nope." She withdrew her hand, "Your wound is too deep, it needs to be stitched, you need a professional doctor, I can't help you." ”

"You're going to drive me away again?" He grabbed her little hand faster, and the big hand refused to let go like a pincer.

His appearance of being a hooligan caused Qiao Duan to sigh helplessly, and said in a low voice: "I'll take you to the hospital, if you refuse, you can leave now." ”

I didn't expect her to be so good to him, he stared at her for a few seconds, and a smile spread on his lips: "Okay, go to the hospital." ”

……

He was walking significantly slower than before, and Qiao Du was afraid that he would faint halfway, so he was almost walking to the side of the car and then returning, helping him slowly to the back seat of the car.

He sat in more slowly, which showed what kind of pain he was enduring for a moment, Qiao Du didn't dare to slack off for a moment, closed the back door, got into the car by himself, and started the car quickly.

Stepping on the gas pedal all the way, she didn't care how many red lights she ran and drove to the nearest hospital.

On the way, she seemed to hear him calling, and when she arrived at the entrance of the hospital, a group of doctors and nurses were waiting there, and she saw the Bentley rush up.

Fu Jingchao was carried onto a stretcher, surrounded by a group of medical staff, Qiao Du was squeezed to the end, and followed closely until he followed to the door of the operating room.

What followed was a long wait, Qiao Du didn't have the heart to sit, her eyes were staring at the red light above the operating room, the picture in front of her regressed, she seemed to be back to the day her grandfather left, and it was also in such a corridor, surrounded by pale colors, and the smell of disinfectant wafting in the air, this picture and taste remained in her memory, and the smell of death was almost equated.

Will he die?

She found herself thinking about it uncontrollably.

Even though the other reason told her that he would not die, at most the wound was infected, she still couldn't control her anxiety.

Looking up at the whiter lights on the ceiling of the corridor, she took a deep breath, crossed her fingers in front of her lips, and secretly told herself, Qiao Dui, it's been two years, you have broken up for two years, don't fall into it again, you finally pulled yourself out, you have your own life, you have your wonderful, there are still many things waiting for you to do, don't fall into it again......

"Miss Joe." There was a murmur of footsteps mixed with the man's gasp.

She looked up and saw three men with small heads, recognizing one as his driver, and the other two as the bodyguards who had pulled Fei Lian down that day.

"How's the big boss?"

"I don't know." She shook her head.

The three men exchanged a look, and one said angrily: "Miss Qiao, who beat Mr. Fu like this?" ”

Qiao Duan looked at them like this, as if he wanted to settle accounts with Jin Yanxi, so as to avoid unnecessary fighting, he shook his head: "Now is not the time to talk about this, wait for him to be pushed out." ”

The three men nodded, agreeing with her proposal.

As the minutes ticked by, the hallway was silent.

She stared at her shrunken shadow on the ground for a long time, endured it for a while, didn't hold back, looked up and asked, "How did he get hurt?" ”

Three men, you look at me, I look at you, as if you have some concerns.

"Did he give the gag order and don't let you say it?" Guessing from the expressions on their faces, she made a bold tentative gesture and lowered her voice and asked, "Is it related to Aaron?" ”

The tallest of them was about to suffocate internal injuries, and at this time, he let go and said, "Isn't it related to Aaron......

Next to him, another board head quickly grabbed him to prevent him from talking too much and not being good for the big boss.