"Is your hand okay? Are you going to the hospital?"
Chu Wuzheng simply put a bandage on one of his palms to stop the bleeding, and said nothing.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yanding sighed helplessly. "Did the glass offend you?"
Chu Wuzheng still didn't speak.
"Don't think you are awesome when you smash a glass with your bare hands. If you are an Iron Man, why are your hands bleeding? Why are you pretending... The facilities of the police station are public property and should be protected. You are the captain and you have to lead by example. How dare you take the lead?
Vandalizing public property? Is there any discipline?"
"If you have the guts, shoot me." Chu Wuzheng looked impatient.
Jiang Yanding was so angry that he stood up and slapped the table. "You want to rebel?"
The big face who was listening outside couldn't care about anything else at this time. He quickly pushed the door open and pulled Chu Wuzheng out, while persuading Jiang Yanding.
"Director Jiang, Captain Chu didn't do it on purpose. He must have realized his mistake. You see his hand is still bleeding. Let him change the gauze first..."
Chu Wuzheng pushed his face away and left.
Before Jiang Yan Ding could throw the cup, Da Lian rushed back and tried to calm down the director with a lot of good words.
Autumn in Beishi is very short, and you almost have to put on a cashmere sweater after taking off your half-sleeves. But the heating never cooperates with the weather. At night, the room is as cold as an ice cellar.
She huddled under the quilt and rubbed her neck with her hands that had finally warmed up.
Every time I lower my head for a long time, my cervical spine will feel a little uncomfortable.
"KouKou." This movement sounded twice.
She sat up.
Someone knocking on the door?
Mother is already asleep, who is that?
Then there were two more very clear voices, and a thought flashed in her mind.
She lifted the quilt and ran to the door without even putting on her shoes. When she put her hand on the door handle, she hesitated for a few seconds, but still opened the door.
The door opened just a little, and the next moment, a hand reached in and accurately covered her mouth.
His generous, cold palms pressed against her cheeks and lips, leaving no gaps.
The door was quickly closed quietly, and it was quietly closed, as if it had never been opened.
"Brother." She called him.
The man walked to the bed and spread the quilt that had become a ball on top.
"It's time to change the locks at home. I can open them with just a pry."
What lock can't he pick?
The man took out a box from his pocket and handed it to her.
She opened it and found a necklace inside. It was a famous brand that she had seen on the mall website when she was a rogue. It cost hundreds of thousands.
"Like it?"
She nodded.
"Put it on for you."
After the necklace was put on her neck, she spoke carefully. "I usually go to work, so I can't wear it..."
"It's okay." The man smiled and admired her. "Wear it after work."
His hands left her neck and slid over her skin, like glue.
The man has always been gentle, and his voice is still subtle even in the ups and downs.
Her breathing gradually slowed down, and she was held by him from behind.
"What's wrong with your hand?"
His fingers have been frighteningly white since he was a child, without blood. Now, there is a slight pink on the fingertips, but it can be seen that it is just on the surface.
"The blood has been on it for too long. It needs to be washed several times before it comes off." The man replied.
She didn't speak again.
"I went to see you yesterday."
He always liked to look at her from a distance through the window.
"I've changed my office."
"I know." The man leaned close to her ear. "I know everything."
Somehow, hearing these four words made her heart tighten.
The man quickly noticed. "What are you afraid of?"
She didn't speak.
For a long time, the man held her in his arms. "Don't be afraid of me."
"No." She stroked his arm.
The temperature in the room, which had finally warmed up, gradually passed away in the sound of their breathing calming down.
Every Monday morning is a catastrophe for Shen Shiyu. Getting out of bed is her survival game. If she succeeds, she will be reborn. If she fails, she will continue to be bound by the bed, enjoying and tortured.
But today she woke up very early - probably because she had been suffering from insomnia for the past few days.
Arriving at the dinner table with dark circles under her eyes again, Lan Youyin could only tut at her.
That's right, she had stayed up late these past few days, and her face was not as fair as his handsome face.
"What's going on with you?" Lan Youyin was really curious.
Shen Shiyu has always known about his gossip.
The two were classmates in the United States and were roommates when they returned to China. This must be an inevitable fate.
Speaking of which, Shen Shiyu would also like to thank Lan Youyin. If he hadn't returned to China a year in advance and rented this house, she wouldn't have known who she wanted to join when she landed.
Due to their relationship, she had no intention of hiding this from him. "I met my ex-boyfriend."
"Which one?" Lan Youyin asked subconsciously.
Shen Shiyu helplessly raised his forehead. "I'm just an ex-boyfriend, okay?"
"Oh, right." Lan Youyin remembered. "That handsome policeman."
Lan You had never met Chu Wuzheng, so he was deeply impressed by "handsome" because when he was in school, Shen Shiyu would praise him endlessly whenever he mentioned him.
"Didn't something happen to Boss Sang? I went to cooperate in taking notes and met him."
Lan Youyin had heard about Sang Shengli, but what he was more interested in at this time was the grand scene of reunion after a long separation that he imagined in his mind.
But who knew that Shen Shiyu would send him away with just one sentence.
"Didn't even say anything."
Lan Youyin kept asking from behind without giving up, "Where's the hug? Where's the kiss?"
"Bah!" Shen Shiyu slammed the door directly on his face.
On the way, she rode her motorcycle to the store first to confirm that the opening was going smoothly today, and then set off to her place of work.
It was always the morning rush hour at this time, so Shen Shiyu was always cautious and slow, but today he was confused and accidentally accelerated when he saw the green light at the intersection.
At the same time, a person rushed over in front of her, and she saw him fall to the ground.
Isn't it a case of porcelain?
Although this was his first reaction, Shen Shiyu quickly stopped his motorcycle and walked over.
"Are you okay?"
Lying on the ground was a middle-aged man, followed quickly by a woman who looked like his wife.
The woman watched him fall to the ground and was so frightened that she lost count of her words. "He is sick, he..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man began to twitch slightly.
Shen Shiyu immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. At the same time, he looked up at the crowd of people watching. "Is any of you a doctor?"
In just a few seconds, the man lay motionless on the ground.
Everyone was almost stunned. At this moment, a voice came from outside the crowd. "Please give way, I am a doctor."
Soon, a man stood in front of the patient. "Does he have a medical history?"
"Coronary heart disease," the woman said.
The man quickly squatted down to check and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient.
Within a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and the patient was carried into the ambulance. The accompanying nurse saw the man who had just helped rescue him. "Doctor Lu?"
The man being addressed raised his eyelids and looked at the patient who spoke calmly. "Notify the doctor to perform defibrillation and prepare to inject epinephrine."
"Okay." the nurse responded.
"Has he been stimulated just now?" he asked the woman next to him again.
The woman nodded frantically. "I was stimulated and ran away."
Soon, after the rescue procedure, the patient's heartbeat and breathing finally recovered and he was sent to the hospital.
The woman also got into the ambulance together.
The crowd watching the excitement dispersed in a hurry, exchanging words and praising the man's behavior.