Qian Xiaojue felt unhappy at the thought of having to play chess with this cunning and cunning person for a night without knowing his true purpose, so he turned over the table and said, "You'd better let me out quickly! Otherwise, you will regret it someday!"
"...Oh?" Ye Feihan smiled scornfully, "Why regret it?" He suddenly wanted to try, after three years of slacking off, what skills did she have left and what skills could she still remember!
Qian Xiaojue jumped up from the ground, stared at Ye Feihan, and sneered: "I regret that I shouldn't have provoked me and He Lianqing's wife today!"
When Ye Feihan heard this name, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up from the ground. His face suddenly became gloomy and he stared at Qian Xiaojue with the same sneer: "Really? I have heard of He Lianqing's name.
But...but I’m not afraid!”
After saying that, Ye Feihan grabbed Qian Xiaojue with one hand. Qian Xiaojue quickly moved back without thinking, dodging Ye Feihan's grasp. Her heart skipped a beat and she jumped onto the bed, facing Ye Feihan.
Han's kick flew out, but her foot just flew out
She was caught by Ye Feihan, and then dragged her down. She fell off the bed, her body rolled, and her arm pressed on the bowl that Qian Xiaojue had just smashed by throwing it on the table. Qian Xiaojue felt pain, and her arm was already broken.
Being pricked by broken porcelain, blood immediately flowed out!
"Ajiu!" As soon as Ye Feihan saw the bright red flowing out, he immediately let go of his hand and rushed forward to pull Qian Xiaojue up.
Qian Xiaojue's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she stretched out her hand to push Ye Feihan away. Then she covered her bleeding arm, stared at Ye Feihan coldly and said, "Mr. Ye, have you mistakenly admitted the person? My surname is Qian."
What Ah Jiu... Qian Xiaojue frowned, feeling even more baffled by this man.
He suddenly grabbed her, and now he has injured her but looks anxious. He is really seriously ill!
"Ajiu, don't make trouble!" Ye Feihan came forward with a gloomy face and picked up Qian Xiaojue. He couldn't help her struggling in his arms but walked out quickly. As he walked, he lowered his head and looked anxiously at his arms.
Qian Xiaojue, who looked a little pale inside, said, "I'll take you to the hospital right away."
Hospital? Wouldn’t that be a chance to escape?
Qian Xiaojue stopped struggling in pain. This wound indeed needed urgent treatment.
Qian Xiaojue's blood kept flowing and was very turbulent. After a while, the clothes on his entire arm were stained.
Qian Xiaojue's face became paler. She was held in Ye Feihan's arms. Even if she wanted to struggle, she had no strength left. Ye Feihan didn't care that she was in pain and kept pressing him.
The wound was made just to allow the blood to coagulate faster.
Qian Xiaojue realized that she seemed to have arrived at the hospital soon. She lay on the emergency bed, opened her eyes in a daze and looked at Ye Feihan. The man standing in the cold light was inexplicably covered in loneliness and coldness.
Looking at her...and this scene inexplicably made her heart ache, tightening to the point that it made her suffocate.
"Ye Feihan..." Qian Xiaojue murmured softly. Could it be that... she had known this man before?
Like that Liao Yuanyuan, are they all people she once knew?
The same danger, the same feeling that made her feel so familiar that it hurts... Who are they!?
Qian Xiaojue lost too much blood, so she lay in the emergency room and had a large bag of blood transfused. Fortunately, her blood type was not rare, it was type A that could be found. She just smelled the drug in the afternoon and was injured and bleeding again in the evening, so she was a little dizzy.
Shen.
The doctor treated Qian Xiaojue's wound and hung up the blood transfusion bag before going out, leaving only a little nurse here to help Qian Xiaojue tidy up the bed and the bloody clothes on her body. Qian Xiaojue looked at the little nurse with some struggle and glanced at
Although there was a man in black guarding the door, Ye Feihan was not there at the moment.