Chapter 36 Sudden Stroke "You...have a quarrel with Zhong Fei?"
Zhuo Ling paused, his hand resting on her cheek. In such a romantic situation and such a beautiful feeling, she actually said such a word that was detrimental to her grace. He had no choice but to ask in response: "What on earth do I do?"
What did you do to make you think that Zhong Fei and I are a couple?"
He Nanxi was speechless for a while. It was precisely because he had done nothing and was inseparable from Zhong Fei all day long that she thought so.
"Is it because I didn't do anything to you that night?" Seeing He Nanxi's eyes widening in surprise and embarrassed to admit it, Zhuo Ling knew that he had accurately exposed her inner thoughts, and he smiled.
She smiled, and started to rub her skin with her stopped hand, "The relationship between Zhong Fei and me is that he is my assistant at work, and he is my friend in private, but he is definitely not the kind of friend you think.
I like women, real women.”
For the first time in his life, he had to explain his sexual orientation, and it was with a woman. Couldn't she see his masculine charm? She was blind or something.
"He Nanxi, the first time I saw you, I had an indescribable feeling..." Zhuo Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression seemed to be aftertaste, he was both satisfied and intoxicated.
Nan Xi slowly leaned back. Her waist was very sore, but the problem was that she was still being squeezed by Zhuo Ling. Their chests were tightly pressed against each other. She could feel Zhuo Ling's strong and regular heart beating.
As he spoke, the strong smell of alcohol hit his face, with a faint scent of tobacco.
Smells are often more memorable than images.
Nanxi likes this smell, it is very similar to the smell of her father in her memory.
"You know, it's that feeling that I can't let go but it's itchy. I always want to tease you. When I see you are in danger, I want to protect you with all my life. I don't know why this happens. Why do you think it is?"
"..." Is he confessing his love to me? Nanxi was completely stunned. The first time I met him, he was very drunk and flirted with a young model. He was often drunk and he was often in the gossip news.
The headlines include which model he had a private meeting with yesterday, and which celebrity he checked into with today. And now, he is drunk again, "You, you drank too much..."
Nan Xi put her hands on his chest and used all her strength to stop him from moving forward.
And Zhuo Ling kept staring at her eyes. Her eyelashes were slightly wet, and she looked even more pitiful under the light. The small red patch on her forehead became more swollen, and there was a small bloody wound in the middle. He
A strong desire for protection suddenly arose in his heart, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
"No, I said you're drunk, can you please stop talking drunkenly?" You're so stuck, my back is sore, I've done so much work, and now I'm still entangled with this man, brother, uncle, can you please let me
Would you like to sit down first?!
"I didn't talk while drinking, so don't interrupt. Why are you crying? Is it because I used your grandfather to take advantage of you?" He thought about it, and he only had this reason. He Nanxi's parents died young, so it seems that this
Grandpa is indeed very important to her.
Seeing Nan Xi avoid it, he asked again, "What was it you were hiding just now?" He looked behind Nan Xi and said, "Show me, don't hide it."
"Hey, there's nothing hidden, nothing." Nan Xi leaned back against the container. If Zhuo Ling went to the left, she would go to the left. If Zhuo Ling went to the right, she would go to the right. "Ah!" Her forehead hit her forehead. Nan Xi ate.
He held the red and swollen area in pain, "Ah, with such a big swelling, how can I see anyone tomorrow?"
Zhuo Ling's attention returned to her. He held her head and blew gently, coaxing her like a child, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Be good and don't cry."
Nanxi raised her head and looked at the extraordinary British man in front of her, but he behaved in such a childish way, and she chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Looking at her smile, the corners of Zhuo Ling's mouth also raised slightly. Her smile became more beautiful and cute, with a bit of mischief, which made him feel drunk.
"Hey, if you want to say something to me, I ask you to say it without drinking. If you don't do it when you are drunk, I won't believe it."
"I drank, but I'm not drunk." Before he could finish his words, he burped out. It was because he drank too much. He smiled sheepishly, "Okay, then I'll tell you tomorrow, you..."
"A phone call interrupted his words and the little ambiguity between the two at the moment. Zhuo Ling was a little annoyed and said, "Your phone number."
Nanxi lowered her head to look at her phone, and saw that it was her grandpa calling again. She looked at the time again, and it turned out that it was past twelve o'clock without her realizing it. She quickly picked up the call, "Hey grandpa, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough cough... Nan Xi..."
Hearing Grandpa cough violently and speaking in a hoarse and labored voice, Nan Xi felt something was wrong. She held her cell phone and asked nervously: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, Grandpa?"
Before she could ask any more questions, Nanxi ran out of the record store regardless of her sore back. Her heart was trembling. Grandpa, please don't let anything happen to you. Don't.
He returned home as quickly as possible. When he opened the door, he saw He Dayong lying on the ground. He kept covering his chest with his hands and breathing rapidly. When he saw Nan Xi coming, he stared at Nan Xi with wide eyes.
, opened his mouth and screamed, but he couldn't say anything specific.
"Grandpa," Nanxi exclaimed, and quickly ran forward and turned her grandpa over. She reached out and touched his face, her hands covered with sweat, "Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you?!"
Zhuo Ling shook his head to calm down his dizzy head, "He Nanxi, please don't touch your grandpa. Is there any medicine at home?"
"No, my grandpa has never been sick. What kind of medicine should he take?" Nan Xi cried anxiously. Grandpa has always been healthy and rarely has fever or cold.
When Zhuo Ling saw the old man, his face was stiff, his lips were deep red, and his whole body was twitching. This seemed to be a sign of a stroke. He pinched the old man's middle hard and shouted: "Call an ambulance quickly, quickly!"
"Oh oh oh." Nan Xi dialed 120 tremblingly. She was completely lost, and even her voice was trembling, "Hey, is it the hospital..."
He Dayong's eyes slowly closed, and the whites of his eyes rolled out, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he would die at any time. After Nan Xi made the call, she knelt on the ground at a loss. She didn't know what to do.
Crying and saying: "Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you. Don't abandon me. Grandpa, did you hear..."
Seeing He Nanxi's grief-stricken look, Zhuo Ling felt very sad. He had experienced the pain of losing a loved one. It had been fifteen years and it was still fresh in his memory. He said, "Go get a quilt."
"Can't we send him to the hospital directly? The ambulance will take a while."
"Your grandpa has suffered a stroke. You can't move casually. Listen to me and get a quilt to cover your grandpa."