Cautiously, he ignored them and got into the car that had been waiting next to him.

Yan Shaohan had a gloomy face, hugged him expressionlessly, put it in the spacious back seat, and sat in the cab.

Zhao Yi hadn't left at the moment, looking at the man's movements, he was a little stunned.

Princess hug!

Two men!

He was already drunk, and the alcohol gave him a feeling that far exceeded the pain.

When I got to a comfortable place, I fell asleep again before I knew it.

The wound was not bandaged by itself for fear of infection, and the movement was not small, and the blood that had finally stopped began to flow out like water without money.

Yan Shaohan was on the verge of anger at the moment, looking at the blood that kept flowing out, he felt a little scared.

There are even dots of blood on the hands holding the steering wheel, and the man with a habit of cleanliness does not have a trace of disgust!

The supercar drew a beautiful and ruthless arc in front of the Shangjing bar.

Before everyone could react, they saw the black supercar rushing into the distance like an arrow from a string.

Some eager, some worried!

Although it drove quickly, it was smooth considering the juvenile reasons.

The boy lying on his side in the back seat continued to drink and sleep soundly.

For some reason, Yan Shaohan was still a little lucky,

Fortunately, the boy was drunk, otherwise what would it be like to get the wound?

Yan Shaohan in the driver's seat had a cold face throughout the whole process, and there was no superfluous expression. The sexy thin lips are pursed into a line, so that people can't see any emotion. But those pale eyes seemed to be pregnant with monstrous anger, and they would vent it in the next second.

He really couldn't imagine it.

If he hadn't happened to touch it, what would this wound be infected on a cloudy day!

As soon as he thought of this, the chill emanating from Yan Shaohan's body became heavier.

By the time I arrived at Yan Shaohan's apartment, there were already people waiting here.

It's an acquaintance,

Wearing a long black dress, long black hair and waist fluttering in the wind, black high heels, all of them are mainly black, fortunately, her skin is white enough, and she feels cold when she holds it up.

But there is still a smile on the corner of her mouth, her facial features are very good, and her narrow eyes always have a tentative look. Just by looking at it, you know that this woman who looks very kind is not simple!

The person who came was Xiaoxiao, whom she had just met some time ago, and she was carrying a medical kit in her hand. It seems that he came to treat the wound.

If you are sober at this time, you will definitely smile shallowly and harmlessly, but your eyes are usually vigilant.

"Yo! It turned out to be a doctor, and he already knew that there was never a useless person around his cheap brother! ”

So what would the others do? He was really curious.

"Mr. Yan!"

Xiaoxiao also just arrived, in the middle of the night, and was awakened by Xiao Fan's phone call shortly after falling asleep, asking her to hurry to her boss's apartment, which was tempting and injured.

She was still wondering how her boss's skills could be injured, no, she knew when she saw the not-so-strange teenager in her boss's arms.

It's not that the boss is injured, it's that the second young man is injured.

Looking at the cold face of her boss, Xiaoxiao was a little pale.

This Ershao, who has changed a lot, really attracted the attention of the boss.

Also, such a delicate boy, where is not liked?

Yan Shaohan walked straight to the door with his arms in his arms, ignoring Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao naturally knew her boss's temper, took the medical kit, and silently followed behind.

He was still sleeping, and the wound on his right hand was frozen and no longer bleeding.

……

We can't seem to be proud. Instinctive benevolence is only the goodness of the beast. The reason why man is different from beasts is not here. The reason why people are human beings is that they care about their higher perceptions. A higher level of understanding, such arguments may be perceived as rational, too cold, and, in short, lacking in "humanity".

——Zhang Ailing, "Making Man"