As soon as he said these words, Han Yixing cried even harder. She was not his baby!
I shook off his finger and wanted to stand up. He stretched out a hand to hold it, his expression was a bit lazy.
"Xing'er, I haven't rested for several days. I'm really tired. Please sit with me for a while."
Han Yixing stared at him for a while. His face was very pale, and even his lips seemed to have no blood. He was finally a little worried and curious.[
She sat down again and wiped away her tears.
"Do you still know me?" A resentful voice came out, and she felt very embarrassed.
Meng Beichen smiled softly and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "People who forget the whole world dare not forget our Xing'er."
Han Yixing curled his lips at the sweet words, but it was undeniable that he felt a little comforted in his heart.
"Angry, huh?" He took a deep breath and rubbed her face with his rough fingers, feeling a little peaceful in his heart.
"Where have you been these days? Why did you turn off your phone? Why did you ignore me? I won't forgive you even if you say something nice now. You must have done bad things behind my back!"
Han Yixing shouted out loudly, and couldn't help but reach out and hit his arm. Meng Beichen snorted, his face became even paler, and big drops of sweat fell on his forehead.
She was startled, turned around, half-knelt in front of him and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?"
He was wearing a white shirt, and a layer of blood gradually emerged from the place where her hand had just hit him.
Han Yixing was stunned and almost stuttered, "What, what's going on?"
She tried to untie his clothes with trembling hands, but he held on to it and slowly shook his head at her, "It's okay, Xing'er, don't be angry."
"Why are you angry? What's wrong with you? Why are you hurt? Someone come here!"
She shouted randomly as if she was frightened.
As soon as the people who had been waiting outside the studio door heard the shout, they all rushed in. Doctor Zhang was holding hemostatic medicine and bandages with an unprecedented serious expression.
Han Yixing stood aside, feeling that his brain was lacking oxygen. What on earth happened to him these days?
Doctor Zhang took some first aid measures and then quickly ordered: "Immediately carry her to the medical room downstairs. Don't move any more. The wound will easily open."