Nangong Han picked up the unconscious Yao Mina and said, "Mina, wake up!"
Thick blood swam away. Xiang Yimo's face became paler and paler, his eyes became weak, his head became increasingly dizzy, and his weak body swayed slightly.
Teng Yue stepped forward and supported her, "What's going on?" He held her hand and checked her wounds.
Xiang Yimo stubbornly pulled out her hand. Her breath was weak, and her whitened lips trembled as she struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Go and see her."
She will never forget that when she was so seriously injured, Nangong Han asked Teng Yue to leave her and go treat Yao Meina for a small cold. In his heart, her life was like a piece of grass and death would not be a pity. Yao Meina was the most important
.
Teng Yue quickly glanced at Yao Meina, "She only broke a layer of skin. Your wound is so deep. If you continue like this, you will lose too much blood, which is very dangerous!"
Xiang Yimo gasped for breath and pushed him. Her weak eyes twitched a few times, "Go quickly, or he will get angry..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, and her long eyelashes curled up slightly.
Trembling, his vision suddenly went dark, and the hand raised in the air dropped down feebly. Coquettish blood snaked down the palm and dripped from the fingertips.
Teng Yue frowned, immediately picked her up and walked out.
"Where to take her?" Nangong Han asked sharply.
"Hospital! She lost so much blood, she is in urgent need of a blood transfusion now!"
Nangong Han put Yao Mina on the sofa, walked up to Teng Yue, "Leave it to me!" and took Xiang Yimo from his hand.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Yao Meina opened her misty tearful eyes. What entered her eyes was a pool of blurred blood, and the blood stained her black eyes.
They rushed to the garage, where there were more than a dozen luxury sports cars parked. Nangong Han walked straight towards the domineering golden car and said, "Drive the car."
"Bugatti Veyron? This car is your treasure. Aren't you worried that her blood will stain the car?"
"You talk so much nonsense!" Nangong Han hugged her and sat in, untied his tie, and strangled her wounds tightly.
Teng Yue accelerated to more than 200 yards in an instant like a dragster. He was like a snake freely weaving back and forth in the bustling traffic. His skillful and elegant skills made the wheels make a sharp friction with the ground. The journey that originally took half an hour took more than ten minutes.
almost there.
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It was a quiet night, with a vague mist and a hint of coolness.
Xiang Yimo lay quietly on the hospital bed. Although she had received a blood transfusion, her pale complexion had not improved at all. Her small and straight nose exuded a stubborn air, her breathing was shallow, and she slept peacefully.
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