Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Seeing that she was still standing still, the man's brows became tighter, and his voice seemed cold, "Waiting to die?"

She could understand what he meant, probably because she saw his face and knew that he was Fan Xiaozheng's friend, which should be fatal to a person like him.

For example, she has kept her other identity well hidden for so many years, no one wants to expose herself.

"I just brought you out of danger, you want to kill me?" She glanced at him lightly.

Turning his face slightly, he said, "You go first, I want to see the lake view."

Then he added, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that I met you, and I don't know what your name is or what you do anyway."

There was no movement behind him for a while.Ye Liang thought that they should be the kind of people who walked quietly and disappeared as soon as they walked away.

The whole person also relaxed, reached out to support the guardrail next to him, and bowed slightly.

"What's the matter?" After a second or two, a man's low and cold voice suddenly came from behind.

She froze for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and saw that he hadn't left yet, and was still standing there tall and tall. Although her whole body was indifferent, her gaze was fixed on her.

Ye Liang's breath was a little unsteady, but he pressed it hard.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, he felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, so he had to wave his hand at him, and didn't intend to open his mouth again.

Then she nodded at him as a greeting, and planned to leave first.

But the man stepped forward with his long legs and stopped in front of her. He was staring at her with lowered eyebrows, his eyes were cold and heavy, and he even questioned, "Are you injured?"

Hearing his tone and looking at his expression, Ye Liang had the illusion that he just stood there and didn't leave, but he had already seen that something was wrong with her.

But she admits that she concealed it very well.

Fan Xiaozheng remembered what she said about getting an electric shock.

He held her hand again and stroked her fingertips slightly, but it didn't feel too hot.

If you just got an electric shock, your palms are already red and hot, but you can only see redness, and the temperature is normal.

I had no choice but to stare at her, "Where does it hurt?"

Ye Liang didn't say anything, but looked up at him.

At that moment, an illusion appeared in her mind, which even made her feel terrified.

"Ask you!" The man frowned, as if he was impatient or anxious.

She pursed her soft lips, trying to say something.

But Zhangkou suddenly turned around in a hurry, feeling a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and the conditioned reflex was to reach out his hand to cover his mouth.

It's a pity that the things spit out cannot be covered.

Seeing her like this, the man turned her body around, his thin lips just moved, but his expression was so gloomy that he almost wrung out water.

In the dim vision, those deep eyes were filled with panic.

He almost snatched her hand covering her mouth, his voice changed, "Why do you vomit blood?"

That's right, the moment he turned her around, seeing traces overflowing from between her white fingers, the man concluded within a short time that it was blood.

Probably, it's because people like him often move at night, and they are much more sensitive to the difference of colors and subtle smells than normal people in the dark.

In fact, Yeliang himself is not sure that he vomited blood.

He let him hold his hand, and he didn't dare to move his body, and he didn't dare to speak easily, for fear that he would vomit more with one mouth.

Before she was discharged from the hospital, she went to the hospital alone. What the doctor said was not as easy as what he said to Wen He and Mei Shurang.

"You have insufficient platelets, and with this injury accident, there may be follow-up internal bleeding, or easy subcutaneous bleeding. In short, you haven't learned enough, it's best to rest."

She just nodded and took the inspection report.

She is clear about what her body looks like, but she didn't expect that she didn't exercise much, and she didn't escape.

She was a little confused, afraid that the blood would never stop.

"Well!"

Just as she was thinking, the man in front of her bent down and hugged her horizontally.

Ye Liang pursed her lips and could only make a short sound, then grabbed his sleeve with one hand and frowned slightly.

Surprisingly, he carried her and walked very steadily, almost without feeling any bumps.

Maybe it was because she was staring at him, the man lowered his eyebrows, "Would it be uncomfortable to walk faster?"

She shook her head, already very fast, but very steady, it didn't make her feel uncomfortable, or even more nauseated, on the contrary, it seemed to be calm.

The man's eyes fell on the blood stained at the corner of her mouth, and his face looked a little ugly.

He raised his eyes again and continued to look ahead.

Cold voice: "Either close your eyes, or look elsewhere."

That means, don't stare at his face.

Ye Liang smiled from the bottom of his heart, he had watched it anyway, although the light was dark, but if he saw it in a bright place, he would definitely recognize it.

After walking for a few minutes, she said: "Your identity... can you go to the hospital?"

Don't expose him for her sake.

The frequency of the man's footsteps remained the same, and he didn't respond.

She thought that he hadn't figured out the area just now, maybe it was his first time here, so she asked, "Do you know where there is a hospital or clinic nearby?"

The man glanced at her again, refusing to answer.

Ye Liang roughly figured out his tone, and smiled, "A few years ago and the last time I met you, you were both injured, and you have never seen such aloofness."

It seems that he is pretending at the moment.

She did feel a little better.

Ye Liang tried to make him put himself down, but he ignored him and continued on his way.

After a while, I lowered my eyebrows to look at her and asked, "Can I take a car? Not even a nearby clinic."

She nodded, "Should."

Feeling better now.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stood on the side of the road for less than five seconds before a car stopped in front of him.

Yeliang didn't pay attention to what kind of car it was. If she paid attention, she would definitely find that it was not a taxi or an express car, but had been following him not far away, until the man stopped and the car came over.

That seems to be his person.

The man put her in the car very lightly, then stooped into the car, closed the door, and gave an address in the local language.

Then, he took the wipes from the car, took her hand over, and helped her wipe off the blood.

After this was done, pulled another tissue and looked at her.

Because she also had blood on the corner of her mouth.

Yeliang didn't know, nor did she know what he was going to do, and when she understood, he had already taken action.

The man held the back of her neck with one hand, and wiped the sides and corners of her lips with the other.

Where the paper towel touched, he could vaguely feel the temperature of his fingertips, and even the feeling of his other hand clasping the back of her neck was infinitely magnified.

Finger pads are slightly rough and dry.