"Miss Wen, you came just in time, please go and persuade Sanshao."

Zhou Yixin saw Wen Qianqian, as if he saw a life-saving straw: "Sanshao is seriously injured, and if he doesn't deal with it, he will really be infected." ”

He ...... What's wrong? ”

Wen Qianqian frowned slightly.

Zhou Yixin leaned in front of Wen Qianqian, and whispered in a low voice: "I was beaten by Da Shao and Er Shao." ”

Sure enough......

Wen Qianqian was a little entangled: "I was just passing by......"

"Miss Wen, please."

Zhou Yixin stuffed the room card into the palm of Wen Qian's hand, turned his head and asked the private doctor to leave her with the small medicine box he was carrying.

Warm and shallow: ......

You can't mean it, do you?

There was such a guess in his mind, but Wen Qianqian looked at the closed door, and finally took a deep breath, swiped the card, and pushed the door open.

She still couldn't bear it after all.

In this world, the only one who can make her so unbearable is ...... Song Huai'an.

The room was a mess, and the smell of blood was blowing in my face.

Wen Qianqian's brow furrowed even deeper.

Song Huai'an was not in the living room.

Wen Qianqian walked slowly into the bedroom, the door of the bedroom was also open, the bed was empty, but the sound of water in the bathroom could be faintly heard.

He's taking a shower?

Isn't it hurt? Is it washing the wound?

Wen Qianqian was hesitating when her phone rang suddenly.

It was Lincher's call.

Wen Qianqian looked at his phone screen in a daze.

"Who?"

As if hearing the phone ringing, Song Huai'an in the bathroom pulled a bath towel casually, and suddenly opened the door of the bathroom, and the two looked at each other.

The phone was still ringing stubbornly.

Song Huai'an's hair was longer than before, and water droplets dripped down his black hair, and there were many wounds and even bruises on his body.

Although it has been washed with water, some of the wounds are still bleeding.

He lost weight.

Wen Qianqian only glanced at it, and he could see that Song Huai'an had lost more than one circle.

Song Huai'an at the door of the bathroom was breathing nervously, his fingers pressed the door frame stiffly, he didn't dare to blink, for fear that if he blinked, the figure in front of him would disappear, and in the end, it was just an illusion of himself.

Wen Qianqian, is it really you?

The phone hung up automatically, and there was a moment of peace in the room, but the next second, the mobile phone rang again tirelessly.

Or Lincher.

"Phone."

Song Huai'an finally lowered his voice and whispered in a low voice, his hoarse voice full of complexity.

Wen sighed silently, for the first time, hung up Lin Che's phone.

"How did this happen?"

She pursed her lips slightly, and then beckoned to Song Huai'an: "Come here." ”

Song Huai'an is very obedient, just like every time he was drunk before, he was like a baby, at the mercy of Wen Qian.

The smell of disinfectant water fills the room.

Song Huai'an sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and Wen Qianqian was carefully treating his wounds and applying medicine.

"This little injury is actually nothing, the two of them are even worse."

It seemed that the atmosphere was too dull and embarrassing, and Song Huai'an couldn't help but take the initiative to whisper.

Wen Qianqian didn't answer, but Song Huai'an continued to say to himself: "My grandfather has decided to hand over the family to me to manage, and the two of them are not convinced, so they brought someone to me to make trouble, but I shouldn't have the courage to do so in the future." ”

"I didn't know that being the head of the house would be so tiring before, but I ...... in the future"

Song Huai'an suddenly stopped talking, he lowered his head slightly, and he could see the gentle and shallow fingers, as before, white and slender, beautiful and soft.

"In the future, I will be the head of the Song family, right...... Will it be worthy of you? ”

Song Huai'an said, subconsciously grabbing Wen Qianqian's hand.