Ming Siran was hugged by Luo Qiao, the woman's skin was cold, and her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

He breathed for a moment, and then reached out to hug her, a thin, thin woman, her hand resting on her back, and he could easily feel the slightly protruding bone under her hospital gown. His gaze fell on her feet on the cold floor, his brow furrowed, and he hugged her sideways.

The men behind him closed the door playfully and stood outside to guard.

The man was dressed in a suit, his posture was straight, and his coat was still wrapped in the chill brought from the outside, and Luo Qiao's hand touched it and felt a slight coldness.

He carried her to the hospital bed, leaned over, and stared at her face with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, not missing the slightest expression of her face: "Where is the injury?" ”

The light in the room was turned on, and the man's face was immersed in bright light, exquisite and impeccable, Luo Qiao looked at him, his eyes were unfocused, and he didn't speak for a while.

Ming Siran looked at her expression at the moment, and her eyes moved slightly: "Pretty? ”

Luo Qiao's thick and slender eyelashes trembled, and her gaze finally fell on his face, her blank eyes changed slightly, and her lips moved: "Si Ran? ”

"It's me."

Luo Qiao's fingers curled slightly, the tip of her heart tightened for a while, she reached out and hugged him hard, buried her face in his neck, feeling his temperature and breath.

Ming Siran let her hold her, and her brows furrowed even tighter.

The room was quiet, and there was no sound to be heard.

After a long time, Luo Qiao slowly let go of him, Ming Siran lowered his eyes and looked at her face, and asked in a soft voice that didn't dare to disturb her, "What's wrong?" ”

Luo Qiao met his eyes, the man's gaze was scrutinizing at the moment, her eyelashes moved slightly, she came back to her senses, her reason was reunited, and she couldn't help but open her eyes: "Just now...... Had a nightmare. ”

Nightmare......

When Ming Siran heard her say this, her eyes were slightly deep, and her brows were still not soothed.

Luo Qiao had already looked away, pursed her dry lips, and reached out to pull the quilt.

Ming Siran stared at her, and after a few seconds, helped her lie down.

He stood at the head of the bed with his long and straight body, his eyes fell on her face, and he leaned over to tuck her slightly messy hair behind her ear, and his movements were very gentle.

"I heard you were injured while shooting, where did you get hurt?"

"Nothing." Luo Qiao didn't look at him, she slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fell a small shadow under her eyes, and her voice was very soft: "It's just that it was too dark in the room at that time, and I was scared." ”

Ming Siran looked at her, the woman's face was pale, and her haggard appearance with frowning eyebrows was distressing.

He pursed his lips and took her hand: "Then you sleep for a while, I will accompany you." ”

Luo Qiao hummed lowly.

The room was quiet, the doctor prescribed her a calming medicine, and soon after closing her eyes, Luo Qiao quickly fell into a dream again.

Ming Siran sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the woman's face.

Luo Qiao sweated on her forehead and wet her hair, Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, stretched out her hand to push her away, her white fingers fell on her face, and she didn't leave immediately.

Fingers caressed her face, with endless pity in his movements, and after a while, he was just about to take it back, but suddenly heard Luo Qiao's suppressed and helpless broken syllables: "Go away......"

His movements froze, and he raised his dark eyes.

Luo Qiao fell into a nightmare again, her eyelashes trembled finely, her whole person was in a very fragile state, and she murmured in a low voice: "Don't come here...... Go away......"

Ming Siran's pupils constricted slightly, and he leaned over and patted her cheek, trying to wake her up: "Pretty ...... Pretty ......"

However, Luo Qiao slept deeply, did not hear his voice at all, and was still trapped in a nightmare, unable to extricate himself.

Ming Siran lowered her eyes and glanced at the hand she had caught, she held him tightly, and the slender knuckles of her fingers were white everywhere.

Desperate and helpless movements.

He breathed slightly, simply hugged her into his arms, kissed her eyebrows lightly, and comforted her softly: "I'm here, pretty girl, I'm here ......"

As if sensing his warmth and familiar aura, Luo Qiao instinctively approached him, his other hand tightly gripping his clothes, a posture seeking dependence.

Ming Siran hugged her, gentle and patiently coaxed, and after a long time, the trembling on Luo Qiao's body finally stopped slowly, but her hand still didn't let go of him, and half of her black hair fell off her face, making her face more and more pale and fragile.

The woman in her arms was very thin, and she didn't feel much weight when she held her, Ming Siran looked at her sleeping face, her brows were deeply locked, and her eyes were unpredictable for a while.

After another while, Luo Qiao's breathing gradually became even, and she fell asleep steadily.

Ming Siran gently put her on the bed, she seemed to feel it in her dream, and her hand subconsciously grabbed him, Ming Siran looked at her slightly, took off her coat and shoes, and lay down with her.

The night gradually faded into darkness, and the sky revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and Ming Siran didn't sleep all night, his eyes were always fixed on the woman in his arms.

After that, Luo Qiao didn't have any more nightmares and spent the second half of the night quietly.

At this time, there was a low knock on the door outside, followed by the voice of his subordinates outside the door: "Mr. Ming, we should go." ”

Ming Siran glanced sideways at the door, his gaze fell back to Luo Qiao, he leaned over and kissed her lightly, from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows to his lips, his movements were gentle and pitying.

After a few moments, he got up and got out of bed, straightened the quilt for her, looked at her for a moment, and then turned and went out the door.

Outside, the men stood respectfully.

Ming Siran put on his blazer, his eyebrows and eyes, which had always been scattered, were covered with layers of frost at the moment, and his expression was so cold that people didn't dare to approach.

He walked forward with long legs and a deep voice: "How's it going?" ”

"All the staff who were at the filming site that day are now under strict monitoring and control by Young Master Zelan."

Ming Siran's face was tense, and his eyes were heavy.

Close monitoring and control.

If it was just an ordinary accidental injury, why did he bother so much.

The subordinate continued: "Our men brought back a cleaning lady who had left in the chaos and should have known what was going on at the scene. ”

Ming Siran straightened his cuffs, and his voice couldn't feel emotion: "Take me to see her." ”

"Yes."

The group left the private hospital and met Luo Zelan and others who came to the hospital.

The indifferent man's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes swept over him, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

At this time, the bodyguard who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face ran over, looking embarrassed: "Less...... Young Master......"

He swallowed: "I'm sorry, we didn't stop ...... this time"

Luo Zelan glanced at him, there were no emotional ups and downs, he looked at Ming Siran, who didn't raise his eyelids, and said, "Look, kiss, and sleep all night." ”