She was absent-minded along the way. When a figure appeared in front of her car, she had already hit him when she braked.
Han Yixing sat in her seat almost blankly. For a long time, the man didn't stand up. She panicked and jumped out of the car tremblingly. Under the street light, the man was lying face down on the ground.
She glanced at the fact that no one was around, and quickly stepped forward to help him.
"Sir, sir, how are you?"
She reached out and touched his arm, which was covered in blood. She was so anxious that she almost cried. She turned his body over and looked at the car lights and street lights. When she saw his face, she almost stopped breathing. [
"Meng, Meng Beichen! Meng Beichen, how could it be you?" She called him in disbelief, tears falling on his face. She was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. She actually hit him?
She pressed his bleeding forehead with her hand, forcing herself to calm down. When she was about to help him up, he opened his eyes at this moment. Han Yixing looked at him blankly, and after a while he realized what he was doing and shouted happily: "Meng
Beichen, how do you feel? I'll take you to the hospital right away."
Meng Beichen's eyes flashed with a chuckle, and then he said extremely tiredly: "Xing'er, I don't want to go to the hospital."
"No, you have to go to the hospital. I'll help you." She leaned over and put his hand on her shoulder, not noticing that the injury on his arm couldn't be caused by a car accident.
But the scratches on her forehead were very obvious, and Han Yixing was panicking. Half of his body was pressed against hers, and she tried her best to hold on and open the back seat door.
Meng Beichen looked down at her with a warm smile on his face, "I want to sit in the front."
Han Yixing was stunned for a moment and immediately shook his head: "No, just lie back and don't move around. I'll take you to the hospital right away. Why are you here? Why don't you hide away?"
As she asked, she helped him into the car. When she was about to close the door, he pulled her back and said, "Xing'er, you know, I never go to the hospital."
"Are you crazy? You are so seriously injured, how can you not go to the hospital!" She ignored him, pulled his hand away and closed the car door.
When starting the car, I couldn't help but glance behind me, "Meng Beichen, how do you feel? Does it hurt? Did you hit your leg?"