After sitting quietly in the corridor for a while, the door of the emergency room finally opened.

Because of the need for stitches, Bo Jingxing had just taken anesthetics, and Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes no longer had the gentle and elegant calmness of the past, and there was a rare slight confusion.

"Jing Xing!"

Putting the messy thoughts in his mind behind his head, Qin Yiren immediately came to him, looked up at his bandaged forehead, and a watery color appeared in his black and white eyes, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes, as if he had taken some time to recognize who she was.

A little smile appeared in his slightly confused eyes, and he replied half a beat slower: "It doesn't hurt."

Qin Yiren glared at him with anger, not wanting to see him show off at such a time, and bulged his cheeks and said, "I feel pain!"

The two concise words made Bo Jingxing feel terrified, and he returned to his former wisdom. He frowned and asked, "Where?"

"……here."

Qin Yiren stood in the corridor with his other hand, patted his chest with a few bandages, and a hint of a tiny hue on his cheek, and added awkwardly: "I feel sorry, can't it?"

"Okay." Bo Jingxing's eyes softened, he reached out and took her into his arms, and kissed her forehead pity, "But I'm really fine."

Qin Yiren refused to believe his words, and stretched out his fingertips and poked his clearly-textured chest, "You are seriously injured, why are you showing off in front of me?"

Bo Jingxing took her hand with the flow, leaned over and chuckled in her ear: "Because, I can't bear to worry about you."

While talking.

His warm breathing sprinkled on the tips of her sensitive ears, making her tremble in control.

His thin body became tense. Qin Yiren unconsciously wanted to push him away, but was about to stop before touching his chest.

Although she has a very traditional personality, she and Bo Jingxing are in a lover relationship.

According to the moral standards of today's society, even the intimate actions are taken for granted. What is she struggling with?

Having said that, Qin Yiren pursed her lips in a complicated mood, vaguely understanding the reason for resistance.

Maybe it's not her, but another self...

"Mr. Bo!"

The sudden greeting interrupted the intimacy between the two.

Qin Yiren hid back with a slightly red cheek, and watched the assistant who was notified appear in front of the two of them trot.

Bo Jingxing looked at the eyesless assistant with a slightly cool look and asked casually: "How has the matter been solved?"

"The car has been sent for repair, this is your phone."

The assistant respectfully delivered the phone and continued to ask tentatively: "Mr. Bo, don't you know your physical condition?"

The doctor was looking through Bo Jingxing's medical records and interrupted directly when he heard this: "This patient has symptoms of mild concussion and needs to be hospitalized for three days to check."

“Eh?”

The assistant was shocked and glanced at Qin Yiren with a strange expression. He cleared his throat and asked meaningfully: "Mr. Bo, will Monday's plan be postponed?"

plan?

Qin Yiren blinked, not understanding what jobs need to be so mysterious.

Bo Jingxing glanced at the mysterious assistant and nodded lightly: "Prepare according to the original plan."

As soon as the assistant was about to nod, Qin Yiren immediately objected: "No, the doctor asked you to be hospitalized, you must be obedient."

"I'm half a doctor, I won't show off."

Bo Jingxing smiled and rubbed her hair, and threw it to the assistant with a shut-up look.

The latter understood and closed his mouth, and then took his leave without saying a word.

Qin Yiren thoughtful, opened her eyes wide and looked at the handsome and elegant man, making up her mind not to let him leave the hospital within three days.

Not to mention that Bo Jingxing has never been a shortage of money.

Even if he really needs work, he can't force himself so much.

After asking about the direction of the ward, Qin Yiren helped Bo Jingxing walk through the corridor and said righteously: "I don't agree anyway."

Bo Jingxing looked gentle and patiently coaxed her: "Xiaoqian, that's my job."

Qin Yiren raised her chin and said loudly: "I have found a job, at worst I can support you."

"You support me?"

Bo Jingxing looked slightly at the end of his eyes. Unexpectedly, he had a career choice like a young man in his life. He couldn't help laughing: "It sounds good, what do I want to repay you?"

"Nothing needs to be done." Qin Yiren thought for a moment, and said with a domineering president: "After I get off work, I can see you at any time."

Bo Jingxing was stunned for a moment, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by affection and tenderness.

The more Qin Yiren thought about it, the better he felt. Qiqi Aiai looked at him sideways, "My current salary is 15,000 yuan, and it will become 20,000 yuan in a year. I can spend less!"

Listening to her enthusiastically discussing the possibility of supporting him, Bo Jingxing followed suit and analyzed seriously: "Okay, I can eat less."

Qin Yiren smiled depressedly: "It doesn't matter, I can still afford three meals a day."

"Really? I'm very picky."

"No problem, I will come on and make money!"

The ward is close to you.

Qin Yiren sat beside the bed with Bo Jingxing, suddenly remembered the doctor's request, and spoke with a complicated expression: "Jingxing, the hospital requires your family to sign, so I can only ask Miss Bo Jiu to come."

"Yes." Bo Jingxing smiled slightly, not wanting to make her embarrassed, "I will solve it."

Half of the things that bothered her were temporarily resolved. Qin Yiren sat by the bed with him and asked with great worries: "If Miss Bo asked the reason for your injury, would I tell the truth?"

She didn't want to end this lost love affair, so she naturally attached great importance to the opinions of the elders of the Bo family.

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and stared at her little face as big as a palm, guessing a little bit of her thoughts, comforting her as if she was coaxing and comforting: "She won't ask you, I will explain to her."

Qin Yiren blinked her eyes and bit her lower lip silently.

All similar things were left to Bo Jingxing, which made her feel that she was a bit dereliction of duty as her girlfriend. Not only did she fail to share the burden for him, but she also brought him other troubles.

"Xiaoqian, don't think too much." Bo Jingxing smiled, and pointed his slender fingers on the tip of her nose. "My sister and father both admit that you are the Bo family's future daughter-in-law, and no one will make you embarrassed."

"That's because you protect me, not because I like it."

Qin Yiren explained the inside story in one sentence, raised her eyes to meet Bo Jingxing's gaze, and continued hesitantly: "Jingxing, if Miss Bo has something to say to me, don't stop him."

Some things she needs to face in person, and she cannot always let Bo Jingxing bear it for her.
Chapter completed!