Zhong Yuye lowered his eyelashes, told her that he was leaving, indifferent, and said again, "No." ”

“OK。” Rong Yan didn't mean to 'save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west', and after making sure that he didn't need to help himself, he spread his hands and said directly, "Since you don't need my help, I have other things, so I'll leave first." You stay here for the time being, and wait for the others to go out later. ”

"Let's go."

This attitude ...... Gee......

Rong Yan picked up his bag, handed him the key to the door, turned around and opened the door and left.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Zhong Yuye snorted, pressed his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he slowly took off his black T-shirt. He had a blur of flesh on his shoulder, clearly a gunshot wound. Blood was pouring down the gunshot wound......

In this case, ordinary people will not faint in pain, but at least cry out in pain. He was silent for so long that it was impossible to tell that he had suffered a gunshot wound.

Zhong Yuye pulled out a diamond-shaped knife from his knee, the silver knife had a unique shape, he gritted his teeth, turned his head and slashed directly at the injured place in his shoulder. Quickly sweating profusely, he picked out the bullet in his shoulder, and the bullet casing fell to the ground with a click.

He dropped the knife and gasped for air.

The beads of sweat hanging on your eyelashes are like you might faint at any time.

That's when it happened.

There was a sudden knock at the door.

The man who didn't have time to deal with the bleeding wound squinted his eyes in alarm, casually put away the things on the ground, and felt for the gun on his waist.

"It's me, open the door."

The crisp voice was definitely not the group he thought it was.

Zhong Yuye's tense string suddenly let go, and at the same time, Jun's face showed a puzzled look. He walked slowly to the door and pulled it open.

The woman who had already said she had left had returned, with an extra bag of medicine from the pharmacy in her hand.

It's not who the face is.

"You ......" Yan Yan was caught off guard and saw a ** man and his bloody shoulders, not surprised at all, after a little surprise, his expression returned to normal, "What are you doing in a daze, close the door." ”

Zhong Yu's eyes were dark at night and he closed the door.

"Why are you back?"

Rong Yan put down the plastic bag in his hand, took out anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine and bandages from it, and said without raising his head, "I didn't plan to pour it back, but when I passed by the pharmacy, I thought about it and felt that it was a bit unauthentic to leave you here alone." So I bought you something to bring back. ”

She unscrewed the cap of the medical disinfectant alcohol, looked at the man who didn't know why he was so seriously injured with clear eyes, and said, "I don't want to know why you were injured, and I don't care about your private affairs." Now for the question, you can't dress yourself up, right? Do you want me to bandage it for you, or do you want to insist on yourself? ”

Rong Yan said cheerfully, "If you insist on coming by yourself, I will leave something for you here and leave, and you won't pour it back." You think it through. ”

The wound on his shoulder felt like a tear, Zhong Yuye looked deeply at the person in front of him who had surprised him more than once, and finally let go of his thin lips like roses, "I owe you a favor!" ”

Burst...... She didn't mean that. Rong Yan blinked his eyes, and his mood was slightly better because he had been made by five phone calls in a row.

If Zhong Yuye owes her a personal favor, it seems good, at least with this wayward composer, it will be more convenient for her to release a new song.