Zhao Siqing dreamed intermittently all night, and was still a little dizzy until she woke up.

The dream, inexplicably restrained and depressed, made her almost breathless.

She turned her head to look out the window, and it was just getting dark.

The injury on his arm was still very painful, and Zhao Siqing didn't feel sleepy, so he hugged the pillow and leaned against the head of the bed.

It's that villa again, it's that man again.

How many dreams has she had about him?

But who is he?

Why, no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his ears, always feeling that there seemed to be residual warmth on them.

It felt like it had happened and existed.

Zhao Siqing wanted to send a WeChat message to Nalan, but found that he had lost his phone and hadn't had time to buy it.

She got up and went to the living room to take a look, but Huo Jingchen hadn't woken up yet.

This will be autumn, and the living room is next to the balcony, which is indeed a little cold, Zhao Siqing recharged the hot water bottle and gently put it in his arms.

Huo Jingchen twisted his brows and didn't wake up.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his face distracted.

His complexion was cold and pale, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he was as gentle and harmless as a baby.

It's a pity that a lot of color has been added to the face, but it has ruined a little beauty.

Zhao Siqing reached out and gently touched the wound on the corner of his mouth, it had scabbed over in one night, and it should not take long to recover.

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After making some breakfast, Huo Jingchen hadn't woken up yet.

After Zhao Siqing changed her clothes, she planned to buy a mobile phone to make up for a card.

By the time I was done, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Standing in front of the business hall, Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while, but still dialed Lu Qian's phone.

In any case, he was injured like that and she had an unshirkable responsibility, and it was reasonable that she should always go over and take a look.

"Qingqing." Lu Qian's gentle voice came from the phone.

"How's your injury? I want to go over and see you. ”

"It's not a big deal." Lu Qian spoke softly, and then gave her the address.

When Zhao Siqing bought something and rushed to the hospital, he was stopped by his assistant.

Lu Qian's assistant is a woman in her twenties, with short ear-length hair, black-framed eyes, and a round face that is slightly fat.

"I'm sorry, I want to go see Lu Qian." Zhao Siqing spoke softly.

"You still have the face to look at him? Do you know how badly he was hurt? A broken leg, a broken phalanx, and a dozen bruises......" the assistant choked up.

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing was slightly stunned.

Last night, she saw that Huo Jingchen also had a lot of injuries on his body, but they didn't seem to be so serious, so she didn't expect Lu Qian's injuries to be so serious.

"The doctor said that the other party was tricky, obviously specially trained! Otherwise, you would never be so ruthless! The assistant's voice rose slightly, and his eyes were a little red.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm here to apologize to him." ”

"What's the use of apologizing! How can he sing and record shows when his bones are broken like that? He doesn't need your apology, you're not welcome here! You go, you don't appear in front of him again, go as far as you go! The assistant spoke angrily.

Before the words fell, the door of the ward was pulled open from the inside.

Lu Qian opened the door with a cane, looked at the assistant and frowned: "Yang Yun, she is my guest, if you yell at her like this again, I don't mind changing assistants." ”

The assistant was slightly stunned, and looked at him with red eyes: "But she ......"

"No, but." Lu Qian spoke in a deep voice.