Song Xingran's marksmanship was very accurate, or it was because she was holding her breath in her heart, so after a few shots, she easily killed the enemy on the opposite side.

After dealing with the people opposite, Song Xingran hurriedly threw away the gun in his hand and looked at Lu Qingchen.

"How are you? We ......"

Before she finished her words, she was hugged into Lu Qingchen's arms.

He buried his head in her neck socket and sniffed her own scent, warm and sweet.

The scorching breath beat against her neck, allowing her arm to bleed.

"Lu Qingchen, you let me go."

"You're hurt."

Song Xingran felt very helpless, this man's mind was really hard to guess at all.

Didn't he even know that he was injured himself?

After so much blood, doesn't it hurt?

After a while, Lu Qingchen finally raised his head, his dark eyes staring at the girl in front of him, paranoid and affectionate.

"Dye is worried about me?"

The low, dark voice was inadvertently tinged with a hint of pleasure.

His dyeing was worried about him, and the injury was worth it.

Song Xingran: "......"

She pushed him away with some annoyance, and said with a straight face: "Lu Qingchen, go to the hospital." ”

She was indeed worried about him.

After all, he was injured to save her.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes and covered up his gloomy gaze.

Then, with thin lips pursed, he didn't say anything, and walked in the direction of the car.

In the dark night, Song Xingran looked at his back, standing tall and unruly.

Song Xingran frowned, he seemed to be angry.

Xiao Yang saw that Lu Qingchen was injured, so he hurriedly ran over and said anxiously: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

Lu Qingchen didn't speak, but turned around and looked at Song Xingran, who was still standing in place.

Her slender body stood in the darkness of the night, and above all, not far from him.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth pulled up a small amplitude, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Won't Dye accompany me to the hospital?"

A mellow and deep voice sounded in the dark night, with a hint of anticipation.

Song Xingran pinched his fingers, bit his lower lip, took a deep breath, and walked towards Lu Qingchen.

She was struggling to overcome her fear of him.

Song Xingran knew this very well.

Xiao Yang glanced at Lu Qingchen's injured arm, and in an instant, he seemed to understand something.

Sir, it can't be intentional, right? 
It stands to reason that those little minions could not be the match for Mr. at all.

Sir, he was deliberately injured and deliberately made Miss Song worry about him......

Tut~

He shook his head lightly, the gentleman is really willful.

Lu Qingchen didn't go to the hospital in the end.

Instead, he went back to the villa and went with Song Xingran.

Because he had a gunshot wound and he had a personal doctor, there was no need to go to the hospital.

The last time because of Gu Pei and Han Zhiyun's affairs, Song Xingran came here once, and he never set foot here again.

The place where Lu Qingchen lives is naturally excellent.

Whether it is furniture furnishings or environmental layout, it is high-end atmosphere.

Lu Qingchen's personal doctor came in a hurry at the first time.

"Sir."

The doctor's surname was Xu, and he was a middle-aged man with a medicine box in his hand and an assistant behind him.

Lu Qingchen didn't speak, his expression was lazy, and his burning gaze was always on Song Xingran, never leaving.

Lu Qingchen didn't speak, the whole room was quiet, and the doctor didn't dare to move.

Song Xingran pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, and said loudly: "You can help him deal with his wounds." ”

Dr. Xu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay." ”