Bo Qingchen called, and the movements of his hands did not stop, and he carried the person back to the warm room.

"High fever." Wen Simiao probed lightly with the back of her hand, frowning and looking serious.

Take a walk in the outdoor pool in winter, just play like this, and it's strange if you don't have a fever.

What's more, Shi Zhan's body was already very poor, yesterday the wound was inflamed and the fever had just subsided, and today he continued to toss to death.

"Trendy clothes are not good, you have to change them first." Wen Simiao was about to reach out after speaking.

"Smack." His wrists were pinched.

"What are you doing?" Bo Qingchen exerted his strength, and his eyes were full of gloom.

"Change her clothes." Wen Simiao blurted out, and after speaking, she suddenly realized something, and her expression was slightly embarrassed...

He was bent on saving people, but he really didn't expect so much.

"All out." Bo Qingchen said coldly, "Send someone to find Qiu Ya." ”

Something so big happened, Qiu Ya received the news early in the morning, why haven't she seen anyone until now.

Feeling Bo Qingchen's anger, Sun Fuzhou and Wen Simiao didn't dare to squeak, and hurriedly retreated.

Walking to the door, Sun Fuzhou's steps paused, "Mr. Bo, your clothes are also soaked, so you should change them first." ”

The man's clean clothes were placed not far away, and Sun Fuzhou wanted to send them to him, but he was so frightened by Bo Qingchen's cold eyes that he didn't dare to step into the door again.

Forget it, it's important to save his life, so he's better go find Qiu Ya.

Wen Simiao lifted the corners of his mouth, and walked directly through the corridor to get away from the people in the box, but he didn't go far, and the people inside would naturally call him when he got it right.

After all, there are patients here, and he must be cautious.

Patient... Time dyeing.

Thinking of the relationship between Shi Ran and Bo Qingchen, and the unusual flow of air in the box just now, he lowered his dark eyes and looked at his wrist that was strangled red.

Hook the corners of your lips.

In the box, Bo Qingchen's movements did not stop.

He glanced around the box, except for Ji Qingqing's few furs that were not long or short and were still wet, there were only the spare clothes that Sun Fuzhou had just brought him.

He took it.

Then, without hesitation, the slender fingers untied the straps of the woman's skirt and then removed the woman's wet skirt in one hand. Yu Guang still left the woman's naked innocence, and he actually felt that his throat was a little itchy.

The woman's shoulder was still engraved with his own imprint, which was blurred in a patch of paint, but still stood out in the white patch. Bo Qingchen's gaze was clenched, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in the man's mind.

This is... His woman.

He wanted, this woman.

No, it's not!

Akemi, Leng Akemi is his woman.

Only a clean and pure woman like Leng Mingmei is worthy of being his woman.

Bo Qingchen's dark eyes swept over the storm, he sped up his movements, put a men's underwear on Shi Ran Kankan, and then wrapped her into a rice dumpling with a valuable fur coat.

It's ugly and rude.

Rude to the point that Shi Ran's head hit the coffee table cabinet, and she snorted so much that she couldn't open her eyes.

She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch her forehead, but found that her arms and shoulders were restrained, and her hands couldn't be lifted at all.

It's like being tied up.

Tie up?

Recalling the clip in prison, she opened her eyes in fright. What looked at each other was Bo Qingchen's silent eyes.

"How... What did you do? Shi Ran quickly realized that the clothes on her body were not the original, she stared blankly at Bo Qingchen's eyes, and the roots of her ears turned red.