Du Jiawen stared at Xiang Xiaochuang, who was huddled on the sofa, and was silent for a while. Xiang Xiaochuang was drowsy, and she felt that the breath she exhaled was filled with scalding heat, and she looked at Du with half-open eyes.
Jiawen, however, had two double images in his eyes.
She buried her face in her arms, and saw her life slowly passing by in a daze. Suddenly, she laughed openly, her meaning was unclear, but it completely angered Du Jiawen.
He rushed in front of her and looked at her condescendingly: "Xiang Xiaochuang, you are very good. You really broke a lot of my rules. You can be my lover and still have sex with me."
This word made Xiang Xiaochuang have the urge to laugh, but the pain in her stomach made her frown, so her facial expression was a bit strange.
"What else do you have to say!" Du Jiawen's chest heaved violently. In his life, he had never experienced such intense anger, which almost seemed to tear his entire chest apart.
He held Xiang Xiaochuang's shoulders and shook them desperately: "You said, why am I not treating you well enough? I will give you everything you want, what else do you want?"
She doesn't want anything, she just wants a promise... that she can't even express. And he can never give it.
"You and Tang Xiangtian are developing so fast! Only a few days after arriving in New York, you hooked up with the young gang leader of a famous New York gang!"
Young gang leader? Tang Xiangtian?
These two terms were so unfamiliar that Xiang Xiaochuang was confused. Could that sunny boy be from the underworld? However, his acquaintance with her turned out to be just a careful arrangement.
Suddenly he laughed bitterly, Xiang Xiaochuang pressed his finger on his stomach, raised his head and looked at Du Jiawen: "I didn't know him before, I was in the museum two days ago..."
"You can elope with him just because you met him once?" Du Jiawen didn't have the patience to listen to Xiang Xiaochuang's words and drew a conclusion out of context.
"I didn't...I got to the airport, and he came later..." Xiang Xiaochuang was confused as he said that. When Chen Sijia bought the plane ticket, the two tickets must have been bought together, in order to confirm her relationship with Tang Xiangtian.
Ambiguous?
It’s really a good idea!
"You are still quibbling! How could it be such a coincidence that two people sat in two adjacent seats without making an appointment?" Du Jiawen didn't believe her words at all. Originally, he only believed Chen Sijia's words, but when he saw that
Two tickets, and when I saw them one after another, I was already convinced.
"I really..." Xiang Xiaochuang wanted to emphasize her innocence again, but another burst of retching blocked her words in her throat.
The pain was so painful that everything in front of him began to spin. Xiang Xiaochuang could no longer hold on, and suddenly fell straight to the floor on his back.
"Xiaochang!" Du Jiawen called out, took a step forward, and immediately stopped. Seeing Xiang Xiaochuang fall straight to the ground, he rushed up to pick her up as if he was just waking up from a dream.
Her forehead hit the corner of the coffee table, and a long blood mark was wiped out. It was washed pink by her cold sweat, and her pale face looked a bit strange.
"Xiao Chuang!" Du Jiawen suddenly woke up and suddenly became flustered, "Xiao Chuang, don't scare me!"
After all, his anger was no match for her weak appearance. She seemed to twitch her eyelids and let out a soft "hmm".
"Are you...are you okay?" He didn't want to show weakness, but Xiang Xiaochuang's appearance really didn't look right. After enduring it, he couldn't help but ask.
Xiang Xiaochuang half-opened his eyes and saw the worried face under his stubborn expression. He couldn't help but smile: "It's okay... I have a stomachache..."
Her eyes were a little blurry, and her voice was so weak that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, which made Du Jiawen suddenly feel unbearable. Even if he wanted to question her with a straight face, he could only look at her hair that was wet with cold sweat and blood.
Swallowed it back.
He carried her to the bed and went to the bathroom to stir up a towel for her. When he came back, he saw Xiang Xiaochuang curled up and bent into a shrimp under the quilt.
"Did you get the stomach bug again?" Du Jiawen had experienced the earth-shattering event that time. He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that was about to burst out.
Du Jiawen did not expect that falling down from the sofa would cause such a deep scar. Blood was still seeping out, and the scar was five centimeters long, stretching all the way to the temple, almost severing the blood vessels.
"I'll take you to the hospital for a bandage..." He wiped away her blood, and the white towel was immediately dyed bright red.
"No, I have a stomachache..." Xiang Xiaochuang murmured, seemingly unaware of the wound on her head. She watched his face gradually blur before her eyes, and held him with one hand to hold him down for her.
The fingertips of the injured hand were cold to the bone, which shocked Du Jiawen.
Not daring to hesitate anymore, the moment he felt her fingers gradually loosening, he picked her up, jumped up, and rushed out of the door.
Fang Tianwei heard the noise and opened the door to look. He only saw Du Jiawen's staggering back holding Xiang Xiaochuang. He was shocked: "What did you do to her?"
He didn't even have time to close the door, and he chased him to the elevator door.
"What's up with her?"
"She has a recurrence of her stomach trouble..." Du Jiawen stood in the middle of the elevator in despair, holding the comatose Xiang Xiaochuang tightly in his hands.
"Stomach disease?" Fang Tianwei obviously didn't believe it. "Will a stomach disease cause a wound on the forehead?"
Du Jiawen became angry: "She fell off the sofa!"
The way Fang Tianwei looked at him was clearly accusing him of mistreatment. God knows what he said was true!
There was still blood oozing faintly on her forehead, and she looked pale, which made her even more pitiful.
Du Jiawen got into the car, and Fang Tianwei started the car almost immediately. Not far from the hotel, there was a private clinic, and its owner was Du Jiawen's friend at Harvard Medical School.
"Ah, Du!" The doctor in white coat who was busy writing medical records raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I heard that you came to New York, and I was just trying to find a time to visit you. Why am I free... uh... this is...
…”
He belatedly discovered the "protagonist" in Du Jiawen's hands and frowned in surprise.
"Gastric ulcer!" Du Jiawen threw out three words concisely and concisely, and then said, "Alvin, please take a look for me first, she is unconscious!"
The doctor named Aiwen was tall and burly. He threw the medical records to the doctor next to him, gave an explanation in a hurry, and led Du Jiawen into a single room next to him.
Du Jiawen carefully put Xiang Xiaochuang on the bed, and the nurse who followed him quickly connected her with oxygen. Du Jiawen stood aside, suddenly feeling that Xiang Xiaochuang was actually very far away from him.