Lanling

Lan Ling stuffed Ye Ming into the car, tore open his shirt, and saw the man's chest was bloody and bloody, his heart stopped, his eyes flashed with emotion, and he immediately put it away again, and began to check the injury, but luckily he didn't The wound was critical, and the bullet seemed to be right between the ribs in his abdominal cavity. He simply stopped the bleeding, started the car, accelerated away, and went straight to the direction of the hotel.

"Lanling, call me."

Lan Ling threw the phone to him, and Ye Ming called Ye Qinghui.

"Dad, something happened."

"Where are you?"

"Escape."

"Don't turn off your phone."

Ye Ming hung up the phone, gasping for breath, probably because of the severe pain.The voice pierced Lanling's cochlea and hit his heart. He didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only shout loudly: "Ye Ming, wake me up!"

"Ye Ming", this was the first time Ye Ming heard Lan Ling call his name with his own ears. Although it was a bit rough, it was enough to penetrate his heart.He gritted his teeth and smirked, "Call again."

"You still have the heart to laugh!" Lan Ling roared.

"Why are you not in the mood? If you call me again, I will be happy to listen." Ye Ming held on, his heart trembling.

Lan Ling shouted, "Ye Ming."

"Lanling."

The two voices came back and forth, echoing in the bloody space, a bit like love words.

The car was parked in a hidden place in the hotel parking lot, and Lan Ling helped Ye Ming into the elevator carefully.This hotel is a global chain store of the Ye family, and it is heavily guarded, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to enter.It wasn't until the two of them actually entered the room that they were sure that they were really safe.

Lan Ling looked at Ye Ming lying on the sofa and had difficulty breathing, his face was pale, he gasped, his heart ached, "Go to the hospital."

"No!" Ye Ming remained absolutely calm, "They must be guarding outside, as long as we leave this door, we will never come back."

"Then hold on!"

Lan Ling brought the medicine box and prepared to operate on him.I have learned a little before, but I have never studied it seriously. I knew that I would encounter such a thing. At that time, he would definitely learn it desperately. With his intelligence, he would be [-]% sure if he just learned it casually, but Now he can only try to come.A clean towel was brought to Ye Ming's mouth, and Ye Ming opened his mouth and clenched it tightly. In an instant, the knife cut open along the skin texture, and the pain quickly spread from the knife edge to his whole body. His face was flushed, and large beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks.

Ye Ming snorted.

"Ye Ming." Lan Ling called his name, as if comforting.

Ye Ming could only continue to grit his teeth and hum in response.I don't know how long it took, Ye Ming felt as if he had walked through the gate of hell. It was not real, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Master, wake up! Wake up!"

The bullet is out!Lan Ling's body was soaked already, but it was still too thin. He began to sew up the wound. He didn't want to leave indelible scars on the man in front of him, and hoped that he would be as good as possible after healed.After suturing, anti-inflammatory drugs were applied, bandages were put on, and the bloody shirt that had been torn into rags was removed. After calming down, he noticed that Ye Ming's figure was so perfect. Charm, firm abdominal muscles, and smooth belly, seeing Lan Ling's throat feel hot, he got up quickly, and put him on the sofa to lie down.

"Go to sleep first, and I'll pour you some hot water." Lan Ling's actions had already been noticed by Ye Ming.

"You're blushing."

"What?" Lanling pretended not to hear, went out of the living room, walked straight into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, his forehead hair was soaked, the blush on his face was faintly visible, and his slender and attractive eyes were blindfolded. A layer of mist, what is he doing?Lan Ling suddenly splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up.

When he came out, Lan Ling walked up to Ye Ming with a warm towel in his hand. Hearing the sound of even breathing, he bent down and faced his handsome but slightly tired face.His warm gaze traced the outline of the man on the sofa, with sunken eye sockets, long black eyelashes, a straight nose, and sexy thin lips. Unknowingly, his fingers came up and touched the thin lips, and he heard a groan = Yin, seeing the man frowned, he quickly withdrew his hand, "Hiss." It hurts, how can it not hurt?

Lan Ling wiped off the blood stains on his body with a towel, covered him with a thin blanket, and stood in front of him.

"Hmm...Lan...Ling..."

With the rustling sound, Lan Ling woke up startled, and looked up to see the clock on the wall: 12 o'clock.It was twelve o'clock at night, and he looked down to find that the man on the sofa was sweating, but shivering with cold, his lips were white and chapped, did he have a fever?I reached out and touched his forehead, it was so hot!

"cold···"

Lan Ling quickly brought a basin of cold water, soaked it with a towel and twisted it until it was half dry, and put it on his forehead, one piece, another piece, the towel was dry and wet, wet and dry again and again, Lan Ling looked at his face It slowly returned to normal, sweating less, just kept saying that I was thirsty, and went to pour water again.

"Drink water, come." Lan Ling brought the water glass to his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth, and the water in the glass spilled out from the corner of his mouth, which made him anxious.

Simply, he raised his glass and took a sip, hugged the man in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and slowly sent the water in along his lips bit by bit. The man tasted the taste of water and began to suck , Sucking, Lan Ling's wet lips, longing for the nectar after the burning.

Breathing slowly became faster, Lan Ling's lips were sucked by the man, her cheeks turned red, and she blamed herself: This is a patient, what are you thinking?

Thinking of this, Lan Ling was frightened by himself again.

Tired all night.Lan Ling finally fell asleep on the sofa with Ye Ming in his arms.

When Ye Ming woke up, his whole body was sore, but his head felt very comfortable, as if he was resting on a soft pillow. When he opened his eyes, he saw a charming face sleeping peacefully. He couldn't bear to wake him up, so he opened his eyes and looked at him. He had never looked at such a beautiful and soft face so carefully, never seen his sleeping face like this, it was as quiet as a cat.

Everyone has feelings, especially when something is staring at him, Lan Ling has this feeling, he opened his eyes all of a sudden, and in an instant, his eyes met, thinking of the injury of the person lying on his body, he opened his mouth Ask: "How?"

"It's much better." Ye Ming smiled.

"What are you laughing at, you can still laugh." Lan Ling's face was feigned anger.

"Why can't you laugh?"

"Life is almost gone."

"Isn't it with you?"

"···"

"With you by my side, death is worth it."

"When did I learn to be so glib, I don't remember teaching you this."

"You are self-taught, you don't need to be taught, and you can learn without a teacher when you see you."

Ye Ming wanted to prop up his hands and touch his lips, but Lan Ling took the opportunity to escape from the sofa.

"Ouch!" Ye Ming was in pain.

"Who's to blame?"

"Blame me." Ye Ming smiled, completely opposite to his usual Bing Bing look.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey!"

"Boss Ye, the helicopter is here."

Ye Ming glanced at Lan Ling, "Okay, let's go out right away."

As soon as he got on the helicopter, Ye Ming was pressed and started treatment.The plane is fully equipped, so Ye Qinghui will naturally not treat his son badly, especially since Ye Ming is the only blood of the Ye family, so he cannot be neglected.

The bullet has been taken out, he is basically fine, just need to recuperate for a few days to recover.

Looking at Ye Ming lying on the instrument, Lan Ling felt a pang of sadness in his heart. If he hadn't blocked the bullet at that time, he might have been injured, maybe a fatal wound, and he might have died on the spot, but Ye Ming didn't hesitate for a moment. blocked it for him.

Back in the capital, Lanling still lived with Ye Ming. For some reason, Ye Qinghui didn't bother him. He knew it must be because of Ye Ming.

"Master, are you better?" Lan Ling looked at him respectfully, as if what happened a few days ago was just a dream.

Ye Ming stared at him blankly, "Call me by my name."

"Ye Ming."

In an instant, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist vigorously, and they clung tightly to a solid body, damp and hot, pressing against his lips, "Hmm."

"Let me go." Lan Ling touched his chest, but didn't dare to use any force, for fear of touching his wound.

"Um···"

Ye Ming entangled his lips, sucking=sucking the body fluid in his mouth vigorously, until he couldn't breathe well, let go a little, and almost immediately stuck it up again, stirred it, hooked his tongue, lick=lick every part of his mouth.

"Well, let go..."

Finally let go of him, looking at the panting man in his arms, Ye Ming was slightly suffocated.

"It's time to rest." Lan Ling escaped from his shackles, straightened his crumpled clothes, turned around and went back to his bedroom without looking at him.

"Good night."

There was a thick and sexy voice behind him. Lan Ling's back stiffened for a moment, but he still strode forward, but his ears were very red. He entered the room and closed the door, leaning against the door with his back, trembling in his heart, that kiss was almost about to come His life!How did it develop to this point?Lan Ling's heart was still pounding against his chest rapidly, as if opening his mouth would jump out of it.

"Ha...what's the matter with me?" Lan Ling covered his head and squatted down along the door, shaking uncontrollably.

I didn't sleep well at night, and my head was full of Ye Ming's appearance, reminiscing about that kiss, I had kissed it before, but it was not so intense, so exciting.It wasn't until dawn that Lan Ling fell into a deep sleep, and soon struggled to get up from the bed. When he went out, he saw Ye Ming sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, and the same portion was placed on the opposite side.

"Sit down!" Ye Ming continued to eat the toast in his hand without looking up.

Lan Ling sat down, looking at Ye Ming's peaceful look, he couldn't help being a little surprised, doesn't it mean he doesn't remember anything?Why don't you explain what happened last night?He lowered his head and took a bite of the bread, looking a little ugly, and quickly grabbed the cup and took a sip of warm milk.

The atmosphere of silence was breathless.

"How's your injury?" Lan Ling didn't dare to take the title anymore. It didn't seem appropriate to call him Young Master or Ye Ming. If you called him Young Master, the man in front of you would be unhappy. If you called him Ye Ming , but he felt uncomfortable for a while.The momentary tenderness when fleeing for life is only suitable for that time. Now that everything is back on track, you can do whatever you want, but the man in front of you refuses.

"Okay, I can go to work tomorrow."

"That's good."

"Lanling..."

"Huh?" That shout made him go limp, so emotional that Lan Ling's heart sank a little.

"You won't leave again, will you?" Ye Ming looked at him with longing in his eyes.

"I have nowhere to go right now."

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