Shangguan Rui's thin lips were slightly hooked, so naturally he would not miss such a good opportunity. With a backhand push, he directly pulled the person into his arms.
The force was not controlled well, and Sikong Lingge's head happened to hit the injured position.
Shangguan Rui frowned and couldn't help but hum in a low voice.
"Are you okay?" Sikong Lingge immediately helped him nervously and sat down on a chair nearby.
"It's okay." The wound hurt slightly, but Shangguan Rui's expression looked very happy.[
Sikong Lingge checked it and found that there was a faint red color on the gauze.
He frowned, and there was no time to worry about the divorce. He said anxiously, "The wound is bleeding. Let's go to the lawyer's office in two days. Go home and rest first."
With that said, he was about to call the bodyguard and ask him to bring the car over.
Before I could dial the number, the phone was pressed away.
"Shangguan Rui?"
"Today's work is done today." Shangguan Rui looked expressionless and quickly shut down the phone and removed the battery.
"..." Sikong Lingge said, "But it's your wound."
"Can't die."
"Shangguan Rui..." Sikong Lingge knew that the injury was nothing to Shangguan Rui.
Zhixing also said that as long as she is here, Shangguan Rui will be fine.
Although he understood this, Sikong Lingge still couldn't control his emotions and couldn't help but worry.
I'm afraid that Shangguan Rui's wound will hurt, I'm afraid that Shangguan Rui's wound will be infected...
Especially, after witnessing the death and the sorrow of the family just now...
Sikong Lingge's chest was up and down, he always felt uneasy, and his eyelids kept beating.
Sikong Lingge didn't know what was happening to him.
To her, they are just strangers
There are so many patients in the hospital, and some people live and die. This is a normal law of nature.
When Shangguan Rui was undergoing surgery, a patient also passed away in the next ward. Sikong Lingge didn't feel much except regret and fear for life.
Why can’t I forget that scene in the morning for a long time? [
Sikong Lingge really couldn’t figure it out.
Could it be that...you really know those people?
Sikong Linge frowned, recalling the situation just now, trying hard to find clues from the vague figure in his memory...
"Sir, can you please sign your name for us?" A crisp female voice sounded in my ears.
Sikong Lingge came back to her senses and found that the person speaking was a girl with a flowery hair. She was about seventeen or eight years old. She looked like a high school student, but she might also be a freshman.
Sikong Lingge is not very good at recognizing people.
She was holding a notebook in her hand, her eyes sparkling and full of love.
Behind him, there were several girls of similar age and dress, who must be classmates or best friends.
only
Shangguan Rui is not a celebrity and rarely appears in the media...
Sikong Lingge didn't understand why they came to Shangguan Rui to ask for his autograph?
Or does Shangguan Rui have an identity that she doesn't know about?
Just as she was surprised, the young girl spoke again, "A few of us are freshmen at the School of Design. We have heard of MR.
Design? Works?
The more Sikong Lingge listened, the more confused he became. He had no idea what these little girls were talking about.
Normally, Shangguan Rui would never pay attention to the girls who were chatting with him.
However, today, he made an exception and signed autographs for those little girls.
They even agreed to their request for a photo.
Sikong Lingge stood aside, watching several little girls from a distance, leaning closely against Shangguan Rui for a group photo, her chest felt sore.