The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan leaned against the wall with a relaxed posture, his long legs leaning on the ground, showing off his amazing figure.

He raised his head slightly, his forehead hair hanging on the superior brow line, listening to the conversation inside the door, the emotions in his eyes were unpredictable.

"It's really you. Do you remember me? The last time I was in the car accident on Chunlin Road."

His thoughts were interrupted, Xiao Jingchuan looked at Tang Mi who suddenly came closer with an expectant look on his face, stood up straight and distanced himself.

"No impression."

"Ah, that's right, it doesn't matter." Tang Mi was not repelled by Xiao Jingchuan's coldness, her eyes brightened, "You sent my sister here, right? Are you classmates? Do you go to No. [-] Middle School?"

"My name is Tang Mi, you can call me Mimi. What about you?" Tang Mi reached out her hand enthusiastically.

Xiao Jingchuan frowned slightly and did not move: "Xiao Jingchuan."

"Why did you come out first, Mimi? I'm looking for you. Your dad went to pay for your sister's hospitalization. I went home to pack some clothes for your sister. It just so happened that you came back with me. You have to go to school tomorrow."

"Mom, I'll leave later." Tang Mi glanced at Xiao Jingchuan.

"No, it's too late!"

After Fang Fang finished speaking, she saw Xiao Jingchuan and praised and thanked him again, saying, "The young man is good-looking and has a good heart." Then he pulled the reluctant Tang Mi away.

Xiao Jingchuan turned around and entered the ward.

It was very quiet in the ward.

Tang Jiao sat back on the bed, placing his thin white fingers in front of him and twisting them nervously.

She tilted her head slightly, not daring to look at Xiao Jingchuan.

She is so ugly now.

Silence spread in the ward. The bruise on Tang Jiao's face was swollen and itchy. He couldn't help but touch it twice with his fingertips.

I didn't dare to exert force for fear of pain.

Xiao Jingchuan stood in front of the hospital bed, his tall shadow covering her completely.

"Tang Jiao." Xiao Jingchuan called her.

"here I am!"

He immediately put his hands down and sat up straight.

"Feel sorry."

"Huh?" Tang Jiao raised his eyes in confusion.

After Xiao Jingchuan explained in a deep voice the cause and effect of her injury and coma, Tang Jiao scratched his face again and said nonchalantly: "Then you still saved me."

"Xiao Jingchuan, thank you for sending me to the school hospital and bringing me to the hospital."

She looked up at the handsome young man who seemed a little guilty and depressed, with bright eyes and a sincere face.

The halo of light fell on the girl's porcelain white face, and even the fine hairs could be seen. The lips were shiny, and there was a light maroon mole on the left side of the nose. She was pure and delicate, even though she looked funny like a tabby cat. A few patches of redness, swelling and abrasions only made her look more pitiful and cute.

It makes people want to reach out and rub it to make it redder.

Xiao Jingchuan's knuckles itched and his Adam's apple rolled.

Being stared at by Xiao Jingchuan, Tang Jiao lowered his head uncomfortably, a little embarrassed:

"Doesn't it look ugly to me like this?"

"No."

"You're coaxing me again."

Tang Jiao didn't believe it. He sighed exaggeratedly and said magnanimously: "Oh, it doesn't matter! I'll just say I'm an unlucky guy. You still don't believe me."

Ming Ming's eyes are almost red.

"I'm not coaxing you," Xiao Jingchuan leaned down and gently touched the top of her head with his big hand, saying in a gentle and approving tone: "It's soft, like a kiwi fruit, cute."

Xiao Jingchuan knew that she was not asking about the ugly injury on his face, but wanted to make her happy, so he said seriously: "I'm already hungry."

"What?" Tang Jiao smiled as expected, with the corners of his lips curved, revealing the tips of his small tiger teeth.

She broke away from Xiao Jingchuan's hand and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I don't like eating kiwi fruit, it's very sour."

"It doesn't matter, I love to eat."

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't matter, I love to eat."

"Tch, then go and eat." Tang Jiao glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nine o'clock. "It's so late, the school is about to close."

"It's okay. It's convenient to drive. Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Jingchuan didn't care, but she had to leave. Her father would be back soon.

"My head doesn't hurt after taking the medicine. My face hurts a little." Tang Jiao frowned.

"Sorry, I was too strong."

Xiao Jingchuan's fingertips lightly touched the edge of the largest swelling on his forehead. It felt a little warm, and his tone was low and hoarse.

"Then you are very good at playing! I heard everyone say so."

Xiao Jingchuan was amused by Tang Jiao's brain circuit: "Next time, I will let you see and evaluate it in person."

"it is good."

Tang Jiao was a little tired. He leaned back and sank softly into the pillow. He couldn't help but yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Yeah." The sleepy voice was like a kitten's.

"Then you have a good rest, I'll go first."

When he turned around, his sleeve was gently pulled.

"Xiao Jingchuan, let me wash your clothes. They are stained by me."

I can barely keep my eyes open, but I still remember this.

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his head and looked at the dried brown blood on his clothes. The corners of his lips were slightly raised and his voice was very soft: "Then if I drive back naked, I will really be arrested by the traffic police."

"Pfft, that's right..."

The little man on the bed lowered his hands and fell asleep.

-

The night was dark.

Qiongsen, the largest underground fighting and fighting club in Beijing.

After passing numerous identity verification levels, the last thick, jet-black metal door opened inward, and bursts of hysterical cheers and whistles erupted in the huge venue with brightly lit domes.

On the ring that was as tall as one person, a black figure with unusually tall muscles and strong muscles flew up like a parabola.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, hitting the edge of the ring.

The strong man wearing blue gloves lay on the ground covered in sweat, his well-developed muscles shaking again and again, and he never stood up before the reading was completed.

He raised his arm with difficulty and wiped the rain-like sweat from his face. His eyelids were trembling and he was breathing heavily. He looked at the boy who was still standing in the center of the ring in an offensive posture. It was obvious that he had not had enough fighting. He vomited out the bloody braces and smiled bitterly:

"Hey...Xiao! You are so fierce today!"

The young man opposite is like a sharp bow ready to go, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a tight waist and abdomen with well-defined abdominal muscles. A layer of clear wet sweat is attached to the young and white flesh. Under the incandescent lamp, it exudes confusion. The luster and heat of the person, with the pure and wild temperament between a boy and a man, the men and women in the audience have not stopped for a second with their fiery eyes and screams since he came on stage.

Xiao Jingchuan, who was still in attack mode with a cold and stern face, heard this, and his tense muscles instantly relaxed. He tilted his head and bit open the red gloves in his hands. His sweaty black hair fell down, and the shadows formed under the light , covering his handsome eyebrows.

While walking over, he reached out and pulled up the strong man who was panting on the ground.

"Qiao Sen, are you too poor to afford food?"

The slightly panting voice is like mellow and slightly astringent wine.

It doesn't hurt much, it's extremely insulting.

Qiao Senru was hit hard again, and he laughed and scolded: "Master Xiao, you haven't hit me for a long time, and now you hurt my old friend like this."

The two walked to the edge of the stage and took the towels handed over by the waiter at the right time to wipe their sweat.

At this time, a man in a black suit in the audience handed over a mobile phone and said respectfully:

"Master Xiao, your phone number."

Xiao Jingchuan tilted his head and took the phone. He didn't know what was said on the other side. The aura around him sank, "Wait a minute."

The crazy noise behind him faded away, and Xiao Jingchuan went straight to the exclusive lounge and listened to the report on the other end of the phone.

"Master, the previous serious car accident on Chunxi Road and the girl you mentioned have been thoroughly investigated and there is no connection. But..."

"continue."

Xiao Jingchuan was not surprised by this result.

"This girl is studying in Jingsheng No. 1 Middle School, Class [-], Grade [-], and yes, she is in your class, Master. There is no abnormality found in this. She fell ill in her freshman year of high school and took a year off from school, and was treated at the Jingzhou No. [-] Cancer Hospital. "

"What's wrong with her?"

"This is exactly what I want to tell you, it is wild mutant glioblastoma."

"what?"

Xiao Jingchuan's breathing stopped and he couldn't believe it.