Seeing her crying with tears on her face, Fu Xingzhi raised his hand weakly, touched her face gently, and said in a low voice: "You don't want me to die, how dare I die!" ”

His life is hers, dead or alive, she has the final say!

So, for the sake of having a "WL" tattooed on his chest.

W: (wan) Late!

L: (life) Life!

WL: Joe, my life!

"It's good to have a car there ...... bodyguard"

Fu Xingzhi was helped to the bodyguard's car by Fu Dafu Er, during which he ...... The man never let go of Qiao Wan's hand.

Qiao Wan let him lead, sat quietly beside him, and let him lean into his arms.

I covered his head with gauze, but the bleeding couldn't stop.

Staring at his pale face, Qiao Wan gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down: "Hurry up!" ”

Fu Da looked back at Fu Xingzhi, immediately stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car sped off on the road like uncontrollly.

Eight minutes later, the car was safely parked in front of the hospital.

Fu Xingzhi was placed on a mobile hospital bed, ready to push him into the operating room.

But no matter how hard the doctor tried, he couldn't break his hand holding Qiao Wan.

"Joe's ......"

Listening to his whispering, Qiao Wan immediately leaned into his ear, wiped away his tears and said softly: "Fu Xingzhi, I'll wait for you outside, wait for you to come out and go home together!" ”

Fu Xingzhi shook his head, stubbornly grabbed her and refused to let go, his reason was already in a trance: "Qiao Wan, don't hate me, I love you because I ......"

Hate him?

Why hate him?

Listening to Fu Xingzhi's words, Fu Dafu Er didn't dare to make a sound, his eyes flickered at Qiao Wan, and he swallowed his saliva weakly.

"Well, I don't hate you." Qiao Wan didn't care about anything else, and coaxed softly: "You go first to deal with the wound, I won't go, really!" ”

After receiving Qiao Wan's assurance, Fu Xingzhi let go of his hand weakly, and the doctor immediately pushed him into the operating room.

The door closes and the lights in the operating room come on.

The hallway was so quiet, even a little frighteningly quiet.

Qiao Wan was stunned in place, only to find that her hands were full of Fu Xingzhi's blood, bright red and dazzling.

A lot of blood......

Will he die?

Like her parents back then, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the blood on their necks.

Qiao Wan only felt cold, cold to the extreme, and fear attacked her reason.

His legs weakened and he fell directly to the ground.

"Miss Joe......"

Fu Dafu Er immediately stepped forward, but no one dared to touch her.

"Will he die?" Qiao Wan looked up, her wet red eyes were full of tears, and her voice was almost inaudible.

"Miss Qiao, don't worry, Fu Shao will definitely be fine." Fu Da frowned tightly, and did not forget to speak respectfully.

I didn't die with broken ribs all over my body, so I'm sure I'll be fine this time.

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes in frustration, feeling very guilty: "The car was originally going to hit me, but Fu Xingzhi blocked it for me." It's not him, it's me lying on the operating table now......"

How many times he was injured for her.

Why did she let him work so hard?!

Qiao Wan felt very uncomfortable, staring at the operating lamp with dull eyes, and the world was pitch black.

——

How long did Fu Xingzhi go in, and Qiao Wan squatted at the door of the operating room for a long time.

It wasn't until two hours later that the lights went out in the operating room and the door slammed open.

The doctor pushed the empty bed and walked out, but there was no figure of Fu Xingzhi on it.

Seeing this, Qiao Wan panicked, immediately got up and rushed over, grabbing the doctor: "Where is Fu Xingzhi?" How is he? ”

After speaking, I realized that this was in France, and the doctor could not understand Chinese.

Qiao Wan calmed down and asked again in English, "How was the patient just now?" ”