Chapter 177: Amputation
Huo Jingchen's eyes deepened a little, raised his hand to pick up a strand of her hair, and gently tugged at it: "Zhao Siqing." ”
His strength was not very strong, so Zhao Siqing endured the pain and didn't make a sound.
After a while, I saw that she still didn't pay attention to what she meant.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep, he turned around and flipped out his mobile phone and dialed Tang Yan's phone.
"Hey, President."
Tang Yan finally cleaned up the downstairs, and was moved by himself to cry bitterly, but he heard the phone call from Lord Yan again.
As soon as he heard that it was Huo Jingchen's bell, Tang Zhen just wanted to dig a pit and bury himself first.
Huo Jingchen said coldly with a calm face: "Arrange a doctor immediately to do amputation surgery." ”
"Intercept... Amputation? Tang Yan was stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously became nervous.
Zhao Siqing listened to the conversation between the two, and just felt a headache.
Last time, I lost too much blood, but this time it was okay, and I had my leg amputated directly.
Faced with Tang Yan's question, Huo Jingchen sneered: "Sooner or later, it will be infected, it is better to cut it off as soon as possible." ”
Tang Zhen: ???
Zhao Siqing sighed and resigned herself to getting up to find the medicine box.
She must have owed him in her last life.
Huo Jingchen stared at her with a cold face and didn't move, Zhao Siqing took the medicine box and knelt on the carpet next to the sofa, glanced at him and said with a small face: "I'll tell you, don't take it as an example, next time if you dare again... Dare to ...... again"
As soon as he remembered the kiss just now, Zhao Siqing's ears turned red again.
"If you dare to mess around again, I will ignore you again."
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, and he didn't make a sound.
didn't get a response, Zhao Siqing looked at him and asked again, "Did you hear that?" ”
Huo Jingchen stared at her for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and reluctantly responded: "En." ”
Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully treated his wounds.
The wound wasn't serious, but she was worried that there would be shards of glass mixed in with it.
Her movements were very light and cautious, and Huo Jingchen looked at her with some greed.
Zhao Siqing didn't look up, but thought that today's matter should be talked to him well, and after thinking for a while, he explained softly: "Li Feihuan and I met by chance, I didn't know that he would be there, but if I did, I would inevitably chat." ”
Huo Jingchen listened quietly and did not speak.
In the warm light, in the small room, it seems that even listening to her quietly like this has become a kind of enjoyment.
Huo Jingchen was a little distracted, remembering that in the last few years of his previous life, he was injured and in a coma and was admitted to intensive care, and she never refused to come to see him.
After Zhao Siqing picked out the glass, he continued to say softly: "Later, I asked him to go upstairs together because I was afraid that Jiang Xueqing would bite me back, I thought that Li Feihuan was at least a personal witness, which could prove that I didn't deliberately refuse to go back after I went downstairs, but I just chatted a few more words because I met an acquaintance." ”
Zhao Siqing picked out the glass while speaking softly.
Huo Jingchen came back to his senses, and his deep gaze fell on her face.
The warm light outlined her outline incomparably softer, and between her eyebrows, there was a little less coldness in the past, and a little more patience and gentleness.
In a trance, he felt as if he hadn't heard her talk to him like this for a long, long time.
After Zhao Siqing cleaned the glass, he carefully disinfected it, and seeing that he had not moved, he couldn't help but look up at him.
She looked at him carefully for a moment, and then tentatively spoke: "Are you so angry when I talk to him a few words?" ”