Love him deep into bone marrow Jian Hanfeng Chengyou

"Ah Qing!" Cheng Wen was so startled that his heart trembled, he opened the big iron gate in the yard to Jian Qing for the first time, but Jian Qing was already unconscious.

Standing outside for a night in such a cold night, even healthy people may not be able to bear it, let alone Jian Qing was seriously injured.

Cheng Wen had never seen such a posture before, he was timid, his eyes turned red immediately, and he shook his arm carefully, "Ah Qing...you, don't scare me..."

"I'm not angry anymore...you get up."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Wen became even more frightened, and tried to move his body, but Jian Qing was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and Cheng Wen couldn't lift him no matter what, his clumsy little head turned around, red eyes Go into the house to move the rescuers.

The servants at home had never seen Jian Qing, and Cheng Wei hadn't mentioned it to them. Hearing Cheng Wen's friend passed out outside, he naturally came out to help.

The strong cook carried Jian Qing to the third floor by himself. He was going to put him in the guest room, but the guest room had not been cleaned up, so Cheng Wen asked him to take Jian Qing to his own room.

He found his mobile phone and dialed the private doctor's number with shaking hands. The other party promised to arrive immediately, and Cheng Wen felt a little relieved.

After struggling to remove Jane's shoes and coat, just as he was about to cover him with a quilt, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

Obviously it came from Jian Qing.

He thought of how Jian Qing was covered in blood in hospital clothes when he was in China, and his heart ached.

Carefully lifted the black sweater on Jian Qing's body.

He was not wearing anything underneath, and there was a white bandage around his tightly muscled abdomen. The blood had already stained most of the bandage, making the surrounding skin as white as snow.

Cheng Wen was stunned.

Didn't Ah Qing say that the injury has healed...

He didn't dare to act rashly, he helped Jian Qing cover the quilt, stared at the hands of the wall clock on the wall and counted the time until the doctor came, and sent a WeChat voice message to the doctor halfway, telling him that his friend was bleeding.

The doctor is a Chinese-French mixed race, and there is no obstacle in communicating with Cheng Wen. He heard the young master's panic, and replied to the voice to reassure him not to be afraid while driving. He arrived in about ten minutes.

He first probed Jian Qing's pupils with a small flashlight, and quickly frowned, then took out the thermometer from the suitcase and measured his temperature.

Even though the whole doctor kept silent, Cheng Wen could see that the situation was not optimistic, so he couldn't help becoming more nervous, and asked in a low voice, "Is he seriously ill?"

"Fever is 40 degrees, and I'm currently in shock. I'm afraid I'll have a fever if I procrastinate any longer." The doctor stared at the small display on the thermometer and said.

"Then...then what should I do?" Cheng Wen's Adam's apple rolled, and his whole body tensed up.

The doctor turned his head and gave Cheng Wen a comforting smile, and said softly, "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to him."

Cheng Wen nodded and watched quietly from the side.

In fact, he had roughly guessed that Jian Qing was seriously injured, otherwise it wouldn't be bad for so long.

But when the doctor used scissors to cut the bandage between his abdomen and see the wound on his abdomen clearly, Cheng Wen couldn't help but gasped.

In sharp contrast to the surrounding white skin, the flesh and blood on both sides of the three-centimeter-long wound turned up ferociously, and the suture thread was entangled on it like a centipede, and a small part was split in the middle. flow.

"Are you afraid?" the doctor said, "If you are afraid, don't look at it. I will call you in after the bandage is finished."

Cheng Wen shook his head, bit his lip and said nothing, his eyes were moist.

He was afraid, not because he was afraid of seeing such a bloody wound, but because he was afraid that his only friend would die.

He regretted being angry with Jian Qing.

The other party said that he couldn't come on time because he had something important to do, and he even had a little temper with him.

The doctor turned Jian Qing over and examined it, and said solemnly, "It's a knife wound, inserted from the back, and penetrated the entire abdomen."

"Looks like it's been a while."

No wonder he has been coughing recently and his face is so pale.

It is a series of complications caused by serious injuries.

"He... Will something happen to him?" Cheng Wen asked.

"As long as you stay in bed and rest, you will recover slowly."

Cheng Wen was relieved.

……

In the dark bedroom, the man was lying quietly on the large double bed, his pale face was bloodless, his slender eyebrows were suddenly raised, his dry lips were slightly opened and closed, and he was muttering something.

Cheng Wen, who was lying on the bedside, heard it immediately, put his ear to his lips and listened carefully, then propped himself up to look at him suspiciously, "Hmm..."

"Are you calling me?..."

He is calling Xiao Wen.

Over and over again, panicked as if about to lose something.

Jian Qing seemed to have dreamed of something bad, and couldn't even sleep well, her calling tone became hoarse and urgent, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

Cheng Wen was stunned, and anxiously approached him and asked in a low voice, "Ah Qing...what's the matter with you?"

"Yes, does the wound hurt again?"

He thought for a while, grabbed Jian Qing's left hand that was pressed against the quilt, wiped his tears with the other hand, and comforted him softly, "Don't cry, I'm here."

Jian Qing has often dreamed of that scene these days. Cheng Wen got into the black Lincoln and refused to look back at him.

He kept chasing after him, but he couldn't catch up. He watched the car disappear from his sight.

He seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and he was dragged into the bottom of the sea. Sea water poured into his nasal cavity from all directions, and the more he struggled, the faster he sank. .

It was already dark outside, and the lights in the room were dim, which made him a little confused where he was for a moment, until a pleasantly soft voice came from beside the bed.

"you're awake?"

Jian Qing turned her head to look, and her memory gradually came back, only to realize that her voice was hoarse as if burned by fire, "Xiao Wen..."

"You passed out outside, so I asked someone to bring you in... Why did you suffer such serious injuries, and who made you like this?" Cheng Wen looked at him worriedly.

Jian Qing supported the bed and sat up, pursing her lips, "It was done by accident."

Cheng Wen saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask, "...does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jian Qing shook her head and smiled.

The relationship between the two is actually far from being that close. They were suddenly in the same room, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Cheng Wen didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, Jian Qing spoke first, "That... I'm sorry."

"It was my fault that I didn't show up for the appointment on time."

"But I promise... there will be no next time."

"No, it's okay, I'm not angry anymore." Cheng Wen shook his head.

"That's good." Jian Qing smiled.

The line of sight looked around, the decoration of this room is a typical French style, the layout is very warm, very suitable for a little fool to live in.

"The house is beautiful."

"Well... I think so too." Cheng Wen whispered. "But it's just me and my father, and the servants live in the house."

"Are you happy with Dad?..." Jian Qing stared at him, with emotions Cheng Wen couldn't understand in his eyes.

"Happy, Dad is the best person in the world to me." Cheng Wen said, suddenly depressed, "I haven't seen my mother, she passed away a long time ago."

"Your mother is a very gentle person." Jian Qing said.

"How do you know?" Cheng Wen asked in surprise.

"Because... because only a gentle mother can teach a gentle little fool." Jian Qing laughed.

"My guess."

In fact, after Cheng Wen fell in love with Jian Qing, he often mentioned his mother to him, saying that he missed her very much.

Jian Qing promised him that she would often take him back to the countryside to see her mother after her wedding and honeymoon, but before he could do it, the little fool forgot everything.

"I'm not a little fool..." Cheng Wen muttered, his ears turning red.

This title came from Jian Qing's mouth, and it didn't mean to belittle, but it seemed too intimate.

"...If you say it's not, then it's not." Jian Qing was willing to follow him in everything.

I just whispered in my heart, you are... you are my little fool.

"Are you hungry?" Cheng Wen leaned forward to observe his face.

"It's okay." In fact, he was a little hungry, but Jian Qing didn't want to bother him, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Well... I've been sleeping all day." Cheng Wen said.

"Thank you for still being willing to take care of me." There was an unspeakable sourness in Jian Qing's words, and the person who was supposed to be the closest person became so rusty and polite.

"We are friends... I should take care of you." Cheng Wen smiled.

"Friend... I don't want to be friends with you." Jian Qing looked away and twitched the corners of her mouth, "You are not my friend either."

Suddenly there was no sound around him, Jian Qing reacted belatedly, turned his head to look, only to find that Cheng Wen was looking at him at a loss, obviously hurt by his words.

The little fool has always been soft, otherwise he wouldn't be bullied all the time.

Jian Qing suddenly became anxious, and explained with red eyes, "I didn't mean that..."

"I don't want to be friends with you, because I love you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I want you to go back with me to be my child's father, instead of being alienated like a stranger like now."

"..." Cheng Wen remained silent, his eyes blank.

He didn't understand what he was talking about at all.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said this." Jian Qing suddenly broke down. If he stayed any longer, he might lose control and must leave here immediately, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to cry in front of Cheng Wen.

He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, his whole body was weak, but his movements were hasty as if he wanted to run away, "It's getting late, I'll be leaving first, I won't disturb you..."

"The doctor said you must take a good rest. You just woke up now, so stay here today." Cheng Wen grabbed his arm.

At the same time, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a handsome young man walked in with a water glass. He was wearing a windbreaker, tall and straight, "Xiao Wen, it's time to take medicine."

The gazes of the two men cast their gazes over at the same time.

"Are you awake? It's good if you wake up." The doctor smiled at Jian Qing, with extremely three-dimensional facial features, but his eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water.

Then he blinked at Cheng Wen, "Why don't you introduce me?"

Cheng Wen looked at Jian Qing who was beside him, then looked at the doctor, and said in a low voice, "He... His name is Ah Qing, and he is a friend I met in China."

The doctor nodded, put the water glass on the bedside table, turned around and stretched out his right hand to Jian Qing, and said with a smile, "Hello, I am Xiao Wen's fiance."

The author has something to say

It seems that everyone wants to be caught by me and go home to be a wife.

But you think about it, even if you are a wife, you can only be a concubine, beat your legs, rub your waist, beat your back, and pour water to wash your feet. When I am in a good mood, I will pick a little beauty to come over and press on the bed to bully, The kind who is bullied until he pulls up his pants with tears in his eyes and doesn't care.

A concubine will always be a concubine, and will never become an empress in the palace, because my empresses in the palace are Hu Yitian, Wu Yifan, and Zhu Yilong. (names not listed in order)

So have you thought about it, is it better to be robbed of wealth by the bully, or to be robbed of sex?