Before he could get dressed, he was half-draped on his shoulder, and what was even more dazzling was the scarlet lips.

Maybe because An Zili also had blood in his mouth, which was on his lips, Ling Jingshan suddenly covered her nose and mouth.

Oh my God, wasn't he forcibly kissed again just now, is this person sick, and the ghost is still lingering.

Thinking of this, he turned on the faucet in disgust, ready to wash his mouth, and looked at the flooded camera inside, of course, it had become several pieces.

Camera? Now that I calmed down, I felt that there was something strange about tonight, although I was drunk at the time, I still felt the soreness in the back of my neck.

I was knocked unconscious and brought over, but how could An Zili know about his business?

Thinking of this, he looked at the towel in his hand, his palms were still stained with blood, and he was busy washing under the faucet, rinsing his mouth by the way, and then came out.

An Zili was already lying on the bed unconscious, and even Ling Jingshan who came out of the bathroom with him was a little blurred.

Ling Jingshan came out and was startled, hurriedly came over, pulled An Zili's somewhat long hair, and covered it with a handkerchief.

An Zi under him was so painful that he instantly sobered up, and when he heard the cry of pain, Ling Jingshan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't die!

"Why don't I call 120?"

The person under him didn't respond, but he didn't know where his mobile phone was thrown, so he could only pick it up in An Zili's pocket.

An Zi hurriedly used his strength to hold down Ling Jingshan's small hand, and his voice was faint and weak: "Don't mess around, do you want to make headlines tomorrow morning?" ”

Ling Jingshan listened, and then she understood, too, An Zili has just taken office not long ago, and he is so young, how many people are eyeing him, if he is exposed to being in the hotel with him late at night, and he is injured, he doesn't know how to write.

The key is that he can't expose himself, in case Brother Li sees it, he shouldn't think about it.

"Also, what should I do now, your brain is not clear, if you continue like this, won't the blood run dry?"

An Zili only lost two words when he heard it: "Wait!" ”

"Help me hold the wound, don't be too heavy, I've already called, someone will come soon!"

"Oh!" Ling Jingshan looked at An Zili, who had no strength to speak, and had to nod in a daze.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a knock at the door, and Ling Jingshan went to look at it first, it was a man, tall, dressed in formal clothes, with no expression on his face.

Ling Jingshan was a little flustered, whether this was the person An Zi screamed for, but now that he was in a coma, he couldn't ask.

At this moment, in the quiet room, the phone rang, Ling Jingshan hurriedly walked over, and the voice came from An Zili's pants pocket.

Hurriedly reached in and took it out, looked at the electricity, showed Qin Song, and hurriedly picked it up without speaking.

A male voice came from the phone, and his tone was respectful: "An Shao, I'm at the door!" ”

Ling Jingshan listened, and then she was sure that the person at the door was An Zili's scream, and when she opened the door, the man outside still held the phone to her ear, because he didn't hang up.

When Qin Song saw Ling Jingshan, his face did not show surprise, but spoke: "Miss Ling, what about An Shaoren!" ”

Ling Jingshan listened, hung up the phone, and gave up a position, "In...... Inside, he was unconscious! ”

Qin Song nodded after hearing this, and then walked in, and sure enough, he saw An Zili lying on the bed, shirtless.

took out a shirt from his pocket and handed the bag to Ling Jingshan: "Miss Ling, do you want to change your clothes!" ”

Ling Jingshan looked at herself, she had already buttoned up her shirt just now, An Zili's shirt was very long, covering her buttocks, and below was a skirt, which looked a little weird.

Still took the bag: "Thank you!" Then he turned and went into the bathroom.

Qin Song looked at the pool of blood, his eyes were full of worry, he still helped An Zili get dressed, and simply wrapped the wound with a towel.

Ling Jingshan quickly dressed up, seeing that An Zili had been carried by Qin Song, as if waiting for herself.

"Take him to heal first, he's bleeding a lot!" Ling Jingshan thought that Qin Song was waiting to greet her, so she hurriedly spoke.

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