Zhao Siqing couldn't help but think that Huo Jingchen was still asking him for a kiss before he fell into a coma, and he was in a trance for a while.

Are these people so unserious?

It's still that big in heart.

The operation lasted about four hours, and the operating light finally went out.

Before the door opened, Zhao Siqing subconsciously stood up, his hands and feet were cold, and he looked nervously in the direction of the operating room.

Soon, Huo Jingchen was pushed out, and Zhao Siqing walked up quickly, looking at the pale man who had changed into a hospital gown on the bed.

The doctor who did the operation was on the side, explaining the situation to Jiang Jingming and the others: "There are two internal bleedings, and the others are mostly skin injuries, and they can recover after a period of rest." ”

Hearing the doctor's words, Zhao Siqing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense nerves also relaxed.

Regarding this result, Jiang Jingming and the others were not too surprised.

He had previously checked the abrasions on the car and the injuries on Huo Jingchen's body, and analyzed that the car should not have completely hit him, but just grazed him in a corner, and then the car hit the stone pier, so it should not be a big problem.

When Huo Jingchen woke up, it was already early the next morning.

Looking at the little woman who was sleeping next to him, he raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his eyes were gentle.

It's just that as soon as he thought of Hua Qingshan's suggestion to him, Huo Jingchen's eyes deepened a little.

Not long after, Zhao Siqing slowly woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Huo Jingchen's handsome face, and couldn't help but show a smile: "How do you feel?" ”

"Not so happy." Looking at her swollen eyes, Huo Jingchen said slowly in a low voice.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds: "Why are you unhappy?" ”

Huo Jingchen raised his hand and gently pinched her chin, hooked his lips and smiled: "If you cry for me again, I will be happy." ”

Realizing that he was ridiculing himself again, Zhao Siqing took his hand away, his ears turned a little red, and he looked at him and said slowly: "I think your head has been broken, you should make up for it." ”

Huo Jingchen laughed, his eyes were evil: "Sooner or later, there will be a time for you to cry." ”

Zhao Siqing's ears were hot from his gaze.

How can there be such a person in the world.

He even takes pleasure in making others cry.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and couldn't help but say, "What's the good of you making me cry." ”

Huo Jingchen's thin lips opened lightly: "I'm happy." ”

Zhao Siqing: ......

She lowered her eyes and ignored him, and Huo Jingchen teased her with addiction, pinched her earlobe and whispered: "I still like to see you beg me." ”

His voice was low, slightly hoarse, and unprovoked with bewitchment.

Zhao Siqing's cheeks burned a little more, and he looked at Huo Jingchen and said softly: "Is there a needle and thread?" ”

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows and didn't make a sound.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut." Zhao Siqing is serious.

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, pulled her wrist and dragged him to his body, then buckled her thin waist and bit her lip lightly.

Xu is because his posture is weak, his movements are rarely gentle, but the hand that falls on his waist is as strong as ever.

Zhao Siqing breathed heavily, afraid of overwhelming his wounds, but he didn't dare to move.

After a long time, Huo Jingchen let go of her and said in a low voice: "It's better for you to block it yourself." ”

Zhao Siqing's face flushed, and he found that he couldn't say anything about him, so he simply admitted defeat.

She looked at him and whispered, "Don't make trouble, don't press the wound." ”

Huo Jingchen slowly let go of her with some reluctance, and Zhao Siqing asked softly: "What do you want to eat, I'll do it for you." ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen's mood instantly became a little lower.

He was silent for a long time, and only after a while did he speak: "Shredded chicken and mushroom porridge." ”