Chapter 8: An Accident Like a Summer Flower
Liu Bincheng was stunned for a moment, this Yan Qingluo has really changed, this morning is very different from before, and now it is even more strange, he is still so calm when he hears Xiao Shun come over.
suddenly said that Nan Xun had nothing to do with her, and she was not moved when she heard Xiao Shun's name today.
Yan Qingluo sat upright on the wide sofa like a queen, her slender legs folded, and her superior cold white skin revealed the nobility that ordinary people could not touch.
"Ah, okay, I'll go get the bill." Liu Bincheng tinkered under his desk for a while, took out a small stack of bills, respectfully handed them to Yan Qingluo, and then held his hands in front of his waist and looked at Yan Qingluo with a nervous expression.
Yan Qingluo only glanced at the problem, from the moment she walked through the bustling hall to this office just now, the turnover so far was by no means more than that.
Knock knock knock......
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Liu Bincheng couldn't wait to shout before the knock on the door completely fell.
"Lolo." The voice is gentle like water, and there are many kinds of tenderness.
Xiao Shun.
A slender man pushed the door in, his gaze falling directly on Yan Qingluo.
He has fair skin that girls envy, tender, very delicate, as if it will be scraped when the wind blows, long and dense eyelashes are slightly curled, covering a pair of bright and clear eyes, shooting a soft and warm light, the bridge of the nose is straight, with a beautiful arc, and the chestnut hair is soft and shiny, shining with a glittering luster......
Seeing Yan Qingluo raise his head, Liu Bincheng's hanging heart finally let go, the savior is here, Yan Qingluo is definitely not in the mood to look at the bill anymore, and in such a few seconds, this straw bag must not see any problems.
"Luo Luo didn't tell me in advance." Although it was a complaining tone, the words came out of his mouth and were extremely sweet, like a spring breeze and drizzle, which could nourish his heart.
"Passing by, come in and have a look."
Jiang Ziyu behind him secretly glanced at Yan Qingluo, and the two of them were perfunctory before and after, both of them had the same reason, and they didn't bother to explain.
Yan Qingluo suddenly got up and said lightly to Jiang Ziyu behind him, "Let's go." ”
Xiao Shun stepped forward and wanted to hold Yan Qingluo, but he was a little afraid of her aura, stretched out his hand and retracted it, angry that Yan Qingluo was so indifferent to him, and he didn't dare to be angry with Yan Qingluo, so he glared at Jiang Ziyu fiercely.
As soon as Yan Qingluo stepped out of the door of the manager's office, she heard a scream, and she followed the voice, and the guests around a box scattered like ants that had been stabbed in their nests.
Something happened!
Yan Qingluo rushed to the box where the accident occurred, only to see a blood-stained Swiss Army knife on the ground and a man lying on the sofa covering his abdomen.
The bright red blood seemed to still have a temperature, trickling from his fingertips.
Yan Qingluo's calm gaze is unpredictable, adding a sense of mystery, and her upright and elegant posture shows her queenly demeanor even more.
She stepped forward slowly, kneeling on one leg and squatting on the other.
Raise your eyes a little from the wound.
The man's neckline was slightly open, his slender neck and his collarbones full of sexual tension were unobstructed, a strand of long hair on his forehead covered half of his handsome face, and he looked like he was asleep with his eyes closed, even though he was embarrassed, it still did not damage his wanton handsomeness.
Yan Qingluo's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the handsome and cold man in front of him, frowned slightly, and decided to save people first after thinking for a while.
Unconsciously, the man's fingers hanging by his side moved.
Yan Qingluo didn't notice this inconspicuous movement at all, until someone viciously buckled her into his arms, and his slender fingers firmly stuck her slender neck.
Let her keep the word "alarm" stuck in her throat alive.
Yin Xian's voice sounded in his ears, and every word carried the evil aura of blood and rain: "Who sent you?" ”
Yan Qingluo's heartbeat jumped faster, but soon she calmed down again with her super psychological quality that she had cultivated in twelve years of organizational training and actual combat.
Even if the temperature of the air conditioner in this room is a little low, can a living person really have such a body temperature?
This move frightened Liu Bincheng, Xiao Shun, and everyone in the entire hall, especially Jiang Ziyu.
If something happens to Yan Qingluo, his life should also be explained here.
He stared at the man's every move, looking for an opportunity to rescue Yan Qingluo.
Yan Qingluo felt that the other party didn't really want to kill her, so he tried to turn his head slowly, met the man's eyes, and confirmed whether the other party was a corpse or a resurrection, and slowly spoke: "I want to save you." ”
The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the jaw angle was clearly defined, the whole face was handsome and cold, looking at Yan Qingluo's gaze was cold and warm, and he looked like a grim reaper.
For a full three seconds, Yan Qingluo looked at him motionlessly, and at the same time really saw the man's face clearly, the eyes were dark and deep under the narrow and thick eyebrows, the nose line was smooth, the jawline was clearly defined, and a delicate and perfect face was amazing, which made people sincerely sigh why the creator was so eccentric.
The man's slender fingers loosened slightly, and he whispered, "Don't call the police." ”
Then, with a hard push, Yan Qingluo was thrown out of his arms.
Jiang Ziyu saw the opportunity and wanted to step forward to restrain the man, but Yan Qingluo stretched out his hand to block it.
"He's injured, save people first, there's a first-aid kit, go get it." Yan Qingluo's voice couldn't hear half of the panic, and it was calm and intimidating.
Liu Bincheng pushed the waiter next to him, "Go, go get the first aid kit." ”
Xiao Shun stepped forward and asked with concern, "Luo Luo, how are you?" You okay? ”
When the man heard the word "Luo Luo", a glimmer of light appeared in his dim eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Yan Qingluo.
Yan Qingluo shook his head, "You all go out, close the door, take care of the guests outside, the whole audience is free today, and if the police come, just say that they are drunk and fight, nothing happens." ”
"Cousin?"
"Yes, yes."
"Check all the people who have been to this box tonight, and don't leave any one behind."
"Hey, okay."
"Jiang Ziyu, you are guarding the door, don't let others in."
At this time, Yan Qingluo had already got the first-aid kit, still in a half-squatting and half-kneeling position, she tore off the man's shirt and gently disinfected the wound with iodine wine.
Although the flank was poked hole, the well-defined eight-pack abs and the looming mermaid line were still eye-catching.
Yan Qingluo's movements were gentle and skillful, which made the man can't help but look at it a few more times, such an unworldly girl is incompatible with the calm and skillful face when dealing with wounds.