She couldn't just let people get caught.

These people just want to catch her alive at first glance, but they don't really want her life.

Sure enough, she guessed right.

Those people didn't shoot.

She is just a nobody, and these people want to arrest her, it must be because of Lu Qingchen.

"Miss Song, I advise you, ah......"

Before the man could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by a force.

Lu Qingchen, who was dressed in a black suit, had gloomy eyes, and his whole body was plated with a layer of bloodthirsty murderous aura.

His face was cold, obviously just one person, but he seemed to be a thousand troops, making people dare not approach easily.

Those people quickly took out their guns and shot at Lu Qingchen.

Lu Qingchen's eyes were cold, and he dodged and approached Song Xingran.

"Dye."

His voice was a little hoarse, with a deep sense of concern.

When Song Xingran saw him, his nervous mood just now suddenly calmed down a lot.

It's reassuring.

"They have guns."

Song Xingran grabbed Lu Qingchen's hand and was a little anxious.

Lu Qingchen felt the temperature from his fingertips, but the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

His other hand attached to the miniature headset on his ear, and his voice was cold and merciless: "Leave no one." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several men in black uniforms rushing over, and the well-trained ones joined the battle.

Song Xingran: "......"!!

How does this look like...... Underworld?

And Lu Qingchen is the black shehui boss?

Lu Qingchen hugged Song Xingran, turned around, and walked in the direction of the hotel.

Song Xingran subconsciously hugged his neck and looked at his body: "You're not injured, are you?" ”

Lu Qingchen pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

He's still angry.

Song Xingran knew that his temperament was more stubborn than her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she obediently shut up.

Her slightly cool hand touched his neck, and it was a little hot.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and touched his cheek.

Lu Qingchen felt her touch, stopped abruptly, lowered his eyes, and looked at her.

In the eyes, there is a layer of deep affection, heavy, bottomless.

Song Xingran sighed softly.

said lightly: "Lu Qingchen, you have a fever." ”

-

Song Xingran stood in the room, looking at Lu, the big guy who was sitting on the sofa and was not going to see a doctor at all.

It's helpless.

This man is stubborn, and he hardly has the temper of a cow or anything.

"Miss Song, just say two good words to persuade Mr., Sir's brain is important."

"If it really burns out, the loss will be more than millions."

"It's yours who will suffer when the time comes."

Song Xingran glanced at him: "You talk a lot." ”

Also the most honest.

Zhang Rong also echoed: "Yes, yes, Miss Song, you can persuade me, Mr. listens to you the most." ”

"The doctor is waiting outside, you advise."

Ling Xiao on the side stood expressionlessly, didn't say anything, she still looked like that, she didn't like Song Xingran very much.

Song Xingran's gaze returned to Lu Qingchen, the man was now holding the computer, he should be reading a document, and his expression was focused.

If I hadn't found out that his body temperature was high, I really thought he wasn't sick.

She took a deep breath and walked in front of Lu Qingchen.

Try to look kind.

"I think you still need to go to the hospital."

"Or have the doctor take a look."

Hearing her voice, Lu Qingchen opened his eyelids first, staring at her with dark eyes, his emotions uncertain.

"I'm busy."

The implication is that I don't want to see a doctor.

Song Xingran was a little helpless.

This man......

She took another deep breath and said in a soft tone: "If you are sick, your work efficiency will slow down, and no matter how busy you are after taking medicine, it will be much better." ”

Hearing her say this, Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, and a smile crossed his eyes.

It's fleeting.

Still not talking.

Song Xingran was anxious, angrily took the computer in front of him, and closed it with a "snap".

"If I let you go to the doctor for treatment, you will know that work is important, and work is important? What should I do if my brain burns stupidly? ”

"Are you worthy of God's gift to you?"

"The temper is always so stubborn and so bad, you see how scared they are......"

As he spoke, Song Xingran pointed at Xiao Yang and them who were standing in the distance.

Xiao Yang and Zhang Rong swallowed their saliva in fright.

Oh my God, that's amazing.

Miss Song dared to yell at Mr. like this, and Mr. looked like he was still ...... Happy?

Lu Qingchen's inky black eyes were smiling, indeed, he was not angry at all.

He leaned lazily on the sofa, his legs folded, although he was a little tired, but still handsome and charming.

Suddenly, he beckoned to the girl in front of him.

For the sake of his sick number, Song Xingran pouted and leaned over.

"Kiss me, and I'll listen to you."

The man's voice was low and sexy, with a hint of tired hoarseness, crisp to the bones.

Song Xing's face turned red as soon as he brushed it.

It's piping hot.

Some people just look serious, but in fact they are like scoundrels in their bones.

But......

With a kind heart, Song Xingran took a deep breath and kissed his face.

But suddenly, the man pinched his chin again.

Seal with a kiss.

Xiao Yang: "......"

No, why did you eat dog food for some reason?

Zhang Rong: "......"

The gentleman is really interesting, and he is still sick.

Ling Xiao: "......"

What a vixen.

Lu Qingchen hugged the girl in front of him in his arms and kissed her fiercely.

After a few moments, he finally let go of her.

Song Xingran's body was weak and could only lean on his arms.

Looking at her docile appearance at the moment, Lu Qingchen was satisfied.

His dyeing should be like this, you can murder him, you can be docile, but you can't ignore him coldly.

He didn't like her who was thousands of miles away like that.

Lu Qingchen gently stroked her soft hair and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

After a moment, his thin lips opened lightly: "Let the doctor in." ”

Hearing his words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

Song Xingran struggled to get up from his arms, but was tightly tied to his waist by the man.

"Don't go."

The tone was still as strong and domineering as ever, and he stared at her with burning eyes.

It looked like he was really afraid of her leaving.

For some reason, Song Xingran felt that the sick Lu Qingchen seemed to be coquettish to her.

It's like a child.

She couldn't resist him like this.

That's when the doctor came in.

took the thermometer and swept it over Lu Qingchen's forehead.

He glanced at the results and said, "39 degrees, high fever." ”

"May I ask Mr. Lu has caught a cold in the past two days? How long has the fever been there? ”

Hearing the doctor's words, Lu Qingchen Xu felt irritable and frowned unhappily.

I don't intend to answer.

The air pressure around is extremely low, and even the air seems to be cold.

At this time, Song Xingran poked his chest.

"The doctor asked you."