Lan Xingchen pursed her lips, and Gong Yurui sat down next to her under the quilt. He opened the medicine box, took out a roll of bandages, cut a long section and placed it on the quilt. After doing all this, Gong Yurui
He commanded domineeringly: "Reach out your hands."
He frowned and his eyes fell on Lan Xingchen's blood-stained wrist.
Gong Yurui's tone was unkind, and Lan Xingchen looked away, not wanting to talk to him. However, the next moment, Gong Yurui forcibly pulled her injured hand out and straightened it in front of him.
Lan Xingchen wanted to struggle, but Gong Yurui held it tightly with one hand, and Lan Xingchen couldn't pull away no matter how hard he tried.
"Don't move. If the wound is not treated, it will become inflamed." Gong Yurui glared at Lan Xingchen as a warning. Lan Xingchen immediately became quieter after receiving Gong Yurui's frightening look. At this time, Gong Yurui relaxed.
He frowned and bandaged Lan Xingchen's wound with great care.
Probably because he had never done anything by himself, Gong Yurui's movements were extremely clumsy. The bandages were wrapped in a mess, and one layer after another could be seen on the entire wrist. What was even more confusing was that Gong Yurui still
It doesn't knot, and it takes a lot of effort to fix the bandage!
When Gong Yurui completed these actions with great concentration, his forehead was already covered with sweat. Gong Yurui couldn't help but frown when he looked at his masterpiece. Although the bandage was a little ugly, at least it helped Lan Xingchen.
Stopped the bleeding!
Lan Xingchen secretly observed Gong Yurui, and then realized that when he left just now, he saw that her wrist was injured and wanted to get a bandage to help him stop the bleeding? Thinking of this, the anger in Lan Xingchen's heart dropped slightly.
She misunderstood Gong Yurui. However, no matter what he did, he could not change her hatred for him. He killed A Ming and treated her like that last night. She still hated him!
"You can't move this hand any more. If you want to get something, ask Aunt Zhang to get it for you." Gong Yurui's eyes fell on Lan Xingchen's wrist, he sighed, and put the remaining bandages back into the medicine box.
At this time, Aunt Zhang walked into the room carrying a bowl of pork liver porridge, "Second Master, the lady's porridge is here."
"Give it to me." Gong Yurui took the porridge from Aunt Zhang's hand and handed the medicine box to Aunt Zhang with the other hand to take downstairs.
After Aunt Zhang left, only Lan Xingchen and Gong Yurui were left in the room. Gong Yurui took out a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold, and fed it to Lan Xingchen's mouth with his own hands. Lan Xingchen pursed her lips and refused.
eat.
Gong Yurui had no choice but to put the spoon back into the bowl, looking helplessly at Lan Xingchen's bloodless face.
"Lan Xingchen, if you drink the whole bowl of porridge, I will tell you about Qing Cangming." Gong Yurui stared at Lan Xingchen with a calm face.
The mention of A Ming brought up Lan Xingchen's sadness. Lan Xingchen moved his pale lips and finally said, "A Ming is dead, what else can you tell me about him?"
"What if...I say he's not dead?" Gong Yurui's eyes disappeared all the brilliance, and his heart felt like it was splitting again.
He said that Qing Cangming was killed by him just out of anger. He just wanted Lan Xingchen to give up. But who would have thought that Lan Xingchen, who had lost his memory, would have such deep feelings for Qing Cangming?
"What did you say?! Did you lie to me and say A Ming was dead?!" Hearing Gong Yurui say that A Ming was not dead, Lan Xingchen became emotional and chased Gong Yurui to ask.
"Drink all the porridge, and I will tell you whether Qing Cangming is dead or alive." Gong Yurui spooned a small spoonful of porridge and handed it to Lan Xingchen's mouth, hoping that she could eat something. Lan Xingchen started eating at noon yesterday.
Stardust has never eaten any food. If this continues, even an iron man will fall.
"You don't have to do it yourself, Master Gong. I can't bear it. I can drink it myself." In order to get the news from A Ming, Lan Xingchen snatched the bowl from Gong Yurui's hand and drank all the porridge in the bowl in a few breaths.
Already.
After finishing the drink, Lan Xingchen did not forget to show the empty bowl to Gong Yurui for inspection, "Now can you tell me about A Ming?"
Gong Yurui took the empty bowl from Lan Xingchen's hand and put it on the table. Seeing Lan Xingchen's eager expression, Gong Yurui felt a little hurt in his heart, but tried to calm down his complicated emotions, "He's not dead.
But he suffered a serious gunshot wound."
When Lan Xingchen heard that A Ming was injured, he became excited again. He grabbed Gong Yurui's arm and shook it, "It was you, you injured A Ming, right?!"
Seeing Lan Xingchen who was so worried about Qing Cangming, Gong Yurui's heart bleeds.
"It's not me!" Gong Yurui's eyes were dark and bottomless, and he stood up from the bed in a hurry. His eyes looked down at Lan Xingchen on the bed with thick anger.
Qing Cangming's injury had nothing to do with him!
"If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" Lan Xingchen didn't believe it. That day he heard Gong Yurui say with his own ears that he was going to kill A Ming. If he hadn't hurt A Ming, she couldn't think of another person!
"Don't you know Qing Cangming is the boss of the gang?" Gong Yurui suddenly approached Lan Xingchen, and his calm demeanor made Lan Xingchen feel guilty.
Amin is a gang boss? How is this possible?!
A Ming obviously works in the company and goes to and from get off work on time every day. How could he be related to the underworld?!
Gong Yurui must be spreading rumors to drive a wedge between her and A Ming!
"I don't believe what you said. You made up the story yourself to scare me!" Lan Xingchen mustered up the courage to look at Gong Yurui. There is absolutely no way A Ming is the black boss.
"Why would I make up such a ridiculous story to lie to you? His injury is the best proof. He was shot in vain by someone who was in his path, and his life and death are still uncertain." Gong Yurui snorted coldly, in front of Lan Xingchen.
, there is no need for him to fabricate Qing Cangming’s story.
Gong Yurui looked calm and didn't look like he was lying to her at all. Lan Xingchen suddenly felt panicked in his heart.
We have been together with A Ming for more than a year. It seems that A Ming has never told her which company he works for or what position he holds in the company, let alone invites his colleagues to play at home. She doesn’t know the people around him at all!
Only then did Lan Xingchen suddenly notice something strange about A Ming, and she couldn't help but be stunned. But soon, after being stunned for a moment, Lan Xingchen suddenly threw away the idea of doubting A Ming. No matter who A Ming was.
, for more than a year, his kindness to her is not pretending! For more than a year, he has never hurt her, let alone forced anything on her. On the contrary, he has always loved her, no matter what kind of past he has
, she won’t even care!
"I want to go back to see him." Amin was shot, and she must go back to see him. She and he were the only two people at home. Now that she has left and Amin is injured, who will take care of him?
Lan Xingchen said and wanted to get off the bed. However, as soon as she moved out of the bed, she was quickly pulled back to the bed by Gong Yurui.
"Let me go, I want to go home, I want to see A Ming." Lan Xingchen angrily tried to shake off Gong Yurui's grasp, but Gong Yurui's arms were as strong as a copper wall and fixed her to the bed unable to move.