Shangguan Rui's thin lips curled slightly, so he naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He tucked his backhand and directly took the person into his arms.
The strength was not controlled well, and Sikong Lingge's head happened to hit the injured position.
Shangguan Rui frowned and couldn't help but hum.
"Is it okay?" Sikong Lingge immediately nervously helped him sit down on the chair beside him.
"It's okay." The wound was aching slightly, but Shangguan Rui's expression seemed very happy.
Sikong Lingge checked and found a faint red dizzy on the gauze.
He frowned, and there was no time to take care of the divorce. He said anxiously, "The wound has bleeding. Let's go to the law firm in two days. Go home and rest first."
As he said that, he was going to call the bodyguard and ask him to drive the car over.
Before I could dial, my phone was crushed away.
"Shangguan Rui?"
"Today's work is done today." Shangguan Rui's expressionless face turned off the phone quickly and the battery was removed.
"..." Sikong Lingge, "But your wound."
"I can't die."
"Shangguan Rui..." Sikong Lingge knew that the little injury was nothing to Shangguan Rui.
Zhixing also said that with her, Shangguan Rui will not be in trouble.
Although I understand this, Sikong Lingge still couldn't control his emotions and couldn't help but worry-
I am afraid that Shangguan Rui's wound will hurt, and I am afraid that Shangguan Rui's wound will be infected...
Especially, after witnessing death with his own eyes and the sorrow of his family...
Sikong Lingge's chest was up and down, and he always felt very uneasy and his eyelids were beating.
Sikong Lingge didn't know what was going on with him.
Those who are just strangers to her—
There are so many patients in the hospital, and some people die when they live. This is a very normal natural law.
During Shangguan Rui's operation, a patient also passed away in the next ward. Sikong Lingge did not feel much except regret and fear of life.
Why can't I let go of that morning scene for a long time?
Sikong Lingge really couldn't figure it out.
Could it be...who do you really know those people?
Sikong Lingge frowned, recalling the situation just now, and trying to find clues from the vague figure in his memory...
"Sir, can you please sign a name for us?" A crisp female voice rang in her ears.
Sikong Lingge came to his senses and found that the person who spoke was a girl with flower buds. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She looked like a high school student, but she might have been in her freshman life.
Sikong Lingge is not very good at recognizing people.
She held the notebook in her hand, her eyes shining and full of admiration.
Behind them, several girls of similar age and dress should be classmates or best friends.
only--
Shangguan Rui is not a star and rarely shows his face in the media...
Sikong Lingge didn't understand why they came to Shangguan Rui for signature?
Or does Shangguan Rui have an identity that she doesn’t know?
Just as she was surprised, the young girl spoke again, "We are freshmen from the School of Design. We have heard the lectures taught by Mr. MR.L. I like your works very much..."
Design? Works?
The more Sikong Lingge listened, the more confused he became, and he didn't understand what these little girls were talking about.
Usually, Shangguan Rui would never pay attention to girls who were chatting with him.
However, today, he made an exception and signed the names of those little girls.
He even agreed to their request for a group photo.
Sikong Lingge stood aside, staring at the little girls from afar, leaning close to Shangguan Rui for a photo, his chest was sour.