Pit Master System Game Life

Although Duan Jingpeng's lips were already pale, but in order not to make Han Yiran worry about him, he still made a joke.

Han Yiran looked up at him and hit him with a small fist.

"Ouch!" Duan Jingpeng yelled loudly on purpose, frightening Han Yiran, and quickly asked him: "What's wrong?! I'm sorry!"

Duan Jingpeng smiled, originally wanted to rub her head, but his hands were covered with blood, so he gave up. He walked into the room and sat down on the bed.

"These two are professional enough." Duan Jingpeng said looking at the wound on his arm. They looked like hooligans, but they stabbed very accurately near the artery. If they didn't dodge just now, they would probably be unconscious by now.

Han Yiran didn't know what to do with it, but he knew that the blood would freeze, so he hurried to the toilet, wet a towel with cold water, and brought it to Duan Jingpeng.

Duan Jingpeng took it, covered his arm, and smiled at Han Yiran, but Han Yiran looked worried, which made people feel distressed.

"Don't worry, I can't die." Duan Jingpeng said, but his complexion was getting worse and worse, Han Yiran's eyebrows were twisted together, she had seen it on TV, if someone injured an artery, he would lose too much blood and die.

"Why hasn't the doctor come yet!" Han Yiran shouted loudly, very dissatisfied with the efficiency of the hospital, Duan Jingpeng was already a little dizzy, and his vision was blurred.

"Ding dong" the elevator rang, and there was a rush of footsteps, "Mr. Duan!" The doctor rushed into the room, saw Duan Jingpeng for the first time, and called his name first.

At this time, Jing Peng couldn't hold on any longer, and he might really fall into a coma after a while.

After the doctor arrived, he immediately bandaged Duan Jingpeng's wound. He saw that Duan Jingpeng was covering his wound with a towel, and shouted, "Mr. Duan! How can you use a towel! Don't you know how to stop bleeding by pressing? I remember you did." !"

Duan Jingpeng heard this, and said with a dark face: "I don't know, I'm so sorry." The doctor apologized quickly after hearing this: "Ah! I'm sorry, Mr. Duan! I didn't mean that!"

The doctor bandaged Duan Jingpeng tremblingly, Han Yiran suddenly felt guilty, just now Duan Jingpeng was indeed pressing his arm with his hands, but he insisted on pretending to understand and gave him a cold towel.

Han Yiran looked at Duan Jingpeng and felt that this man was really stupid. In order not to make himself feel guilty, he even wanted his life!But don't even think about it, this way, wouldn't it make myself more uncomfortable!It was as if I owed him my life!
After a while, the doctor finished bandaging Duan Jingpeng, prescribed him some blood-enriching medicine, and then left knowingly. Before leaving, he asked Han Yiran to give Duan Jingpeng something nutritious and not to make him tired. Before leaving, he closed the door.

After the doctor left, Duan Jingpeng lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He didn't know if he was asleep or thinking about something. Han Yiran stood beside the bed, not knowing what to do, so he said to Duan Jingpeng, "I'm going to buy something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

"Come closer, I'm dizzy and I can't hear clearly." Duan Jingpeng said to Han Yiran without opening his eyes.

"Why can't you hear when you're dizzy?" Han Yiran felt strange, but she still leaned down and pressed against Duan Jingpeng's ear and said, "I'm going to buy something, you want..."

Before she finished speaking, Duan Jingpeng grabbed her with one hand, turned over, put her in his arms, put his legs on her body, and locked her tightly.

"What are you doing!" Han Yiran panicked, struggling desperately, "Hiss", Duan Jingpeng was touched by the wound, and he groaned in pain.

Han Yiran moved lightly, but still moved his body, "Your arm hurts, you're fine down here!" Han Yiran thought about it, and wanted to give him another trick, at this moment Duan Jingpeng said: "Just hug for a while, Stop it."

One sentence made Han Yiran calm down, Duan Jingpeng did have the aura of a president, and the scene of fighting the murderer just now was also very manly.

Han Yiran was held in Duan Jingpeng's arms quietly like a kitten. She was small at first, just like a doll.

About half an hour or so, Duan Jingpeng opened his eyes, looked at Han Yiran's little head, leaned over and smelled it, it was really fragrant.

"Are you awake?" Han Yiran felt that Duan Jingpeng was moving, and asked.

"No." Duan Jingpeng replied.

"Tch, I won't even lie." Han Yiran laughed.

"I should go." Duan Jingpeng said, took his legs away from Han Yiran's body, sat up, supported his head, still felt a little dizzy, because there was too much blood just now.

Han Yiran also got up, seeing that Duan Jingpeng was so uncomfortable, he couldn't bear to let him run around, so he whispered, "You should stay here today."

Duan Jingpeng's eyes widened, and he raised his head to look at Han Yiran, only to see that she lowered her head, embarrassed by what she just said.

Now that the other party has spoken, why hesitate, Duan Jingpeng immediately lay down again, with the quilt between his legs, and said to Han Yiran: "I want to drink chicken soup."

Han Yiran originally felt guilty that Duan Jingpeng had been stabbed for saving him, but when he saw that he made a request so quickly to let him serve him, his guilt was reduced by half.

"It's so late, where can I get you chicken soup?" Han Yiran is right, it's 11:30 Beijing time, and most of the shops outside are closed. Late night chicken soup shop, I haven't heard of such a place .

"Order takeaway, the phone number is in my mobile phone." Duan Jingpeng hugged the quilt and said, cooperating with him, he had already prepared it.

Han Yiran reluctantly took his mobile phone to make a call. When he checked the contacts, he saw that there were many, many phone numbers. The names looked like women, but they were all distinctive, and they were all standard code names. What big-breasted Anna, The younger sister Julia, the long-legged silly white sweet and so on.

"Playboy!" Han Yiran scolded, looking down, and saw another name - "Duck". Looking at the phone number, it was Han Yiran's.

"Hello!" Han Yiran touched Duan Jingpeng, "Why did you give me the remark of duck?"

Duan Jingpeng laughed and said, "It's not called a duck, but a chicken?"

As soon as Han Yiran heard this, he raised his mobile phone and was about to throw it at Duan Jingpeng. Duan Jingpeng saw that he was going to be beaten, so he quickly pretended to be uncomfortable, folded his arms, and looked at Han Yiran with aggrieved eyes.

"It's really..." When Han Yiran saw him like that, he couldn't do anything. He hurriedly found out the phone number for the takeaway, ordered the meal, and thought to go there quickly tonight!
It took three to ten minutes for the takeaway to be delivered. During this period, Han Yiran turned on the TV to kill time, but it was late at night, and there was nothing to watch except talk shows, so he turned off the TV again.

"Papa..." Duan Jingpeng patted the bed next to Han Yiran, meaning: lie here.

If it had been left in the past, she would definitely have given Duan Jingpeng a set of shadowless feet, but now everything has to follow him.

The two lay side by side, Duan Jingpeng looked sideways at Han Yiran, and Han Yiran lay flat and looked at the ceiling.

"I won't be staying at your house." Han Yiran said, staring at the ceiling.

"Why? Scared?" Duan Jingpeng asked.

"Yes." Han Yiran replied.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, what are you afraid of." Duan Jingpeng said.

"It's only because of you that I'm afraid. This time, they attacked so hard. Next time, I don't know if I will see you again." Han Yiran said with a disappointed voice.

"You won't be in danger in the dormitory?" Duan Jingpeng frowned and asked.

"Yes, but it won't hurt you." Han Yiran replied.

"What did I tell you?" Duan Jingpeng sat up suddenly and shouted at Han Yiran.

"You said you would protect me and let me hide behind you." Han Yiran was also excited, "Yes!" Duan Jingpeng confirmed.

"How can I let others take risks for me! I hide myself!"