George hurried to Leng's house. Just after dinner, he received a call from Liu's mother, saying that Leng Xiao was injured and had fainted.
Why didn't he go to the hospital when he was injured, but ran such a long way home first? Didn't he know that he was sick and couldn't let the blood flow like this?
George was wondering in his mind as he sutured the wound. This shot was obviously from the front, but the wound was very shallow. The bullet just embedded in the flesh and did not hurt the internal organs at all. He was guessing that it was a shot.
Whether the shooter was not accurate or the bullet had penetrated something before. In short, this kind of injury puzzled him.
"Axiu, go get those tonics that Mr. Leng has taken."
These medicines have a hemostatic effect and can speed up wound healing if applied to the wound.
A Xiu hurriedly went to get the medicine and came back, and then watched George apply the medicine to Leng Xiao. Although there was a lot of blood, the wound was not deep and only three stitches were needed.
When the young master came back just now, she was completely frightened. She was covered in blood and her face was pale. She fell down the stairs unconscious without even saying a word.
She didn't know how the young master was injured, but she heard from Liu's mother that he seemed to have gone to pick up the young mistress, but why the young mistress didn't pick her up, but he came back alone with the injury. While Axiu was worried about Leng Xiao, he was also very worried.
Worried about Qiu Mo and wondering what happened to them.
The wound on Qiu Mo's chest was stitched up again. Zi Yang had never felt so sorry for anyone. When he heard that she had stabbed him, he was extremely anxious. Unexpectedly, the wound finally showed signs of healing and then burst open again. He
Some blame myself. If I had been with her on the balcony, maybe things like this wouldn't have happened.
Ziyang stayed by the bed sadly, but unexpectedly he didn't see Ye Hen.
At this time, Ye Hen was sitting on a large sofa, and a technician under him who was very knowledgeable about firearms was disassembling and assembling the pistol in front of him.
His eyes were as dark as ink, and he didn't know what he was thinking until the technician respectfully pushed the gun in front of him and said: "Emperor Ling, this gun has been modified."
It was exactly as he guessed.
His Momo definitely has the ability to modify guns in an instant. In fact, both Leng Xiao and Yan Tianluo had seen this talent of hers in Iceland. It only took her a while to kill a shotgun.
Converted into a super efficient semi-automatic pistol.
And it was the same this time. She kept her hands hidden in her sleeves. She was actually modifying the gun in her hand. She increased the recoil of the gun and made it less aggressive. Therefore, although the bullet hit the cold
Xiao's body may not have suffered much damage at all, just a flesh wound.
But as a price, under the recoil force several times greater than that of a conventional pistol, her body was blown away, the tiger's mouth was broken, and the wound reopened.
He didn't know whether to hate or feel helpless that she could do this for Leng Xiao.
But no matter what, his Momo can finally stay by his side obediently. No matter whether her heart is still with Leng Xiao or not, he doesn't care who her heart is with, as long as he can look at her every day and hold her in his arms.
He was satisfied when he felt her.
Ye Hen swept away the scattered parts on the table. The technician thought he had made a mistake and quickly said in horror: "Emperor Ling, did I explain it unclearly?"
"No, you can go." He leaned on the sofa, with a tired expression on his face.
The technician was overjoyed and hurriedly resigned respectfully, fearing that he would become ruthless.
Ye Hen lay on the sofa for a long time, until the moon reached the branches. The cold moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the mahogany-colored floor, casting a shining shadow.
He stood up and walked to the next room.
Zi Yang was still standing by the bed, doing his duty. When he saw Ye Hen coming in, he quickly stood up and said, "Emperor Ling."
Ye Hen made a silent gesture and nodded knowingly.
Qiu Mo was still in a coma on the bed. Not only the physical but also the mental blow was fatal to her. Under this double blow, she never woke up.
"Emperor Ling, I'm here to guard you. You can go and rest. I'm afraid she won't wake up in a short time." Ziyang said with pity.
Ye Hen glanced at him and saw a look of concern on his face. He couldn't help but darken his eyes and warned: "Zi Yang, do your job well and don't have other thoughts."
Zi Yang quickly lowered his head and softly answered yes.
"You go out."
When Ziyang closed the door, Ye Hen quietly stared at the quiet girl on the bed. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile grew bigger and bigger, and eventually spread to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He took her hand, put it to his mouth, kissed it softly, and said softly: "Momo, you are finally mine."
The comatose person knew nothing. He lay half on her bed, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, prying open her teeth and finding her uvula to entangle.
One hand deftly unbuttoned her clothes, and then kissed her all the way from her chin to her snowy neck and then to her gauze-wrapped chest. He lingered there for a while, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
His hands reached into her pajamas, and then lingered on her white, tender and smooth legs. She was like a sacrifice placed on the altar, which made him want to steal the holy fruit.
Feeling the discomfort in her body, Qiu Mo, who was in a coma, frowned in discomfort. Her soft hum immediately made Ye Hen regain his lost sanity. He stopped what he was doing and held her little baby in distress.
He put his face and nose against hers and said with a smile: "Momo, are you blaming me? I'm too impatient. When you get better, it won't be too late to want you again."
He closed her clothes, then hugged her and fell asleep together.
This feeling was so good, she was in his arms, warm and fragrant, it was the feeling he had been waiting for for a long time.
And she wouldn't look at her with that hateful look, nor would she do anything that would hurt herself and make him heartache. He thought, it would be good if she just didn't wake up like this.
Early the next morning, Zi Yang came to change Qiu Mo's dressing. When he entered the room, he saw Ye Hen, fully clothed, lying beside her, his arms wrapped around her waist domineeringly. Such a possessive posture made Zi Yang
He couldn't help but shrugged helplessly.
In fact, Ziyang never understood why Ye Hen seemed to dote on Qiu Mo, but Qiu Mo didn't seem happy.
When she wakes up, he must ask her secretly.
Zi Yang did not wake up Ye Hen and skillfully changed Qiu Mo's dressing.
Although his movements were gentle, Ye Hen still opened his eyes alertly. What he saw was Zi Yang untying Qiu Mo's clothes. His eyes suddenly became furious, he grabbed Zi Yang's wrist and shouted: "What are you doing?"