Who is not Bai Yueguang?

The elevator entrance is close to the end of the corridor, half of the sliding windows are closed, and the cold wind blows in from half of the window holes, bringing the meaning of autumn.

An Jin's head was full of Bi He's murmur when he was in a deep sleep. He was in a state where he would explode at one o'clock. When he heard the "An Dong" at first, he turned his head extremely impatiently.

The tall and handsome man was standing at the elevator entrance, blocked by bodyguards who looked like hills.After calling An Jin to stop, he stood quietly on the spot, turning half of his face to look at him.

Just a small half of the face exposed in the dim light of the corridor is already enough to be called amazingly good-looking.

An Jin recognized this half of the face, this was their second meeting.

He frowned unabashedly, the first time he met Qin Liran was about business, he really didn't have a good impression of this man.

To be precise, he has a natural rejection of all people who seem too shrewd.

An Jin flattened his brows without any trace, and nodded coldly to the person in front of him: "Boss Qin."

In fact, Young Master An has been a self-willed person since he was a child. He liked to show good looks to anyone according to his mood, and no one dared to say a word of dissatisfaction.

But Qin Liran probably does not belong to these people.

After he called An Jin, he glanced at the bodyguard in front of him without any trace. After An Jin said hello, he nodded slightly, without saying a word, but told the passerby, "I know your boss." "The attitude and posture are well done.

Ordinary people come here to ask people to let them go, but An Jin just slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook the pack casually, and took out one in his hand.

Qin Liran saw his movements, and slowly glanced at the no-smoking sign at the end of the corridor, carefully hiding the disgust in his heart.

An Jin didn't really light the cigarette, but played with it between two fingers, and said casually, "Boss Qin is looking for someone?"

It's not the first time I've seen him, and he knows what Qin Liran does.

Qin Liran nodded, feeling a little puzzled since seeing An Jin here for the first time, so he asked again: "An Jin also came to visit the patient?"

An Jin didn't answer, he was really agitated, looking at Qin Liran who claimed to be visiting and the little girl behind him, it seemed that all these reminded him how much Bi He's life is out of his reach. unfamiliar territory.

He still didn't intend to ask people to let him go, and said without doubt: "The patients on this floor are all resting, President Qin will come another day."

Bi He was awakened by the pain belatedly.

His car accident was so serious that it wasn't serious, and he couldn't feel the injured leg after the plaster cast, but the scattered small wounds on his body gradually and clearly ached in his sleep, like densely packed fine needles.

He opened his eyes in a trance, and the pain made him frown uncontrollably.He tilted his head and found that the ward was empty.

Bi He: "..."

He began to be unable to tell whether the images talking to Xue Qiao in his mind were dreams or reality.

The hand that was receiving the drip was numb and sore. He tried to move his arms to support himself and wanted to sit up. When he lowered his head, he saw the blood in the needle tube flowing backwards.

Bi He took a deep breath, and lay down obediently.

There were faint voices and footsteps outside the door. He stared at the ceiling for a while, blinked suddenly, and turned his head to look at the bedside table.

On it was a tablet with a black screen.

Bi He let out a breath.

At this moment, the sound of the doorknob turning came in. The sound was actually very soft, and it could be heard that the person who opened the door was cautious.

Bi He quickly closed his eyes.

There was another sound of very light footsteps, and then someone approached the hospital bed, and Bi He tried hard to make himself look like he was really asleep, when he suddenly felt someone's fingers lightly touch the back of his hand, which was on the drip, Then came the familiar voice.

"Are you awake?" Xue Qiao asked.

Bi He slowly opened his eyes.

Xue Qiao rang the call bell at the bedside, and said helplessly, "I'm not honest when I sleep, the blood is flowing backwards."

As soon as Bi He opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was uncomfortable, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Where have you been?"

"Qiumei and Liran are here. You are sleeping, so I let them go back first." Xue Qiao carefully raised the head of the hospital bed a little while talking, picked up the warm water cup on the bedside table, and leaned over Bi Wo.

Bi He drank half a glass of water with his hand.

The nurse who heard the call bell quickly came over to help Bi He get the needle, and gave some careful instructions.Bi He was very obedient in front of the medical staff. He looked at the nurse sister with his eyes open, and nodded obediently when he said anything, which made the young girl feel maternity. After a long time of condolences, she went out with a smile.

The room was instantly quiet again.

Xue Qiao sat down on the stool, looking at Bi He with gentle eyes.After sleeping, Bi He woke up, looked at Xue Qiao and still felt that he was in a dream, and didn't know what to say, so he subconsciously wrinkled his face and said to Xue Qiao, "It hurts so much."

Xue Qiao immediately asked, "Where does it hurt? Why didn't you tell the nurse?"

"Face." Bi He didn't even think about it, "Because I think kissing doesn't hurt anymore, and I don't want a nurse to come."

Xue Qiao never expected Bi He to be so thick-skinned now, and bent down laughingly.With the gauze on Bi He's face, he kissed the tip of his nose, and then looked down at him.

Bi He's thick-skinned mode often failed. He looked at Xue Qiao's handsome face without blinking, and said with blushing ears: "Twice, I will be beaten to death by your fan girl."

Xue Qiao cooperated with him, thought about it seriously, and suggested: "Then how many more times before killing him? Otherwise, thanks."

Bi He pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

Xue Qiao's deep laughter came from next to his ear, and Bi He hid under the quilt for a few seconds, slowly revealed a pair of eyes to look at him and asked, "What time is it? Aren't you filming today?"

"I asked for a day off." Xue Qiao glanced at the time: "It's almost six o'clock, night."

Bi He felt a little guilty: "Didn't the director curse?"

"No." Xue Qiao said with a smile, "Those who play big names are often late for most of the day. I honestly ask for leave. There is no reason to teach me."

Bi He didn't speak, Xue Qiao said again: "I have to go back tomorrow, I invited Qiumei to take care of you, I will come over immediately after filming, okay?"

His last two words were in a very soft voice, completely in a discussion tone, and Bi He said in surprise: "Aren't Qiuqiu going to help you? I'm fine, don't delay you."

"I'm fine." Xue Qiao said, "I don't worry about leaving it to other people. Don't be afraid to bother her. In fact, I want someone to talk to you so that it won't be too boring. You can just treat her as I let her be lazy."

Bi He suddenly sighed.

Xue Qiao asked: "What's the matter? If you don't like it, you won't let her come."

"No." Bi He exaggeratedly sighed again, "It's just that my legs are too inconvenient to give you a swimming hug."

There was a funny accent at the end of the sentence, but he raised his eyes to look at Xue Qiao seriously, and said to Xue Qiao like a lyrical high school student in Chinese class: "Why are you so nice."