intangible heritage

When the security personnel got the news, they rushed in to maintain order, and the medical staff followed closely behind. The situation finally improved a bit.

"Boss Qin!" Fu Lin was suppressed by the powerful pheromone and couldn't get up for a long time. As soon as he was able to move, he immediately ran to Qin Rong's side. He glanced at Jiang Xun vigilantly, and then looked anxiously at Qin Rong's arm , "I'll take you to the hospital."

Qin Rong put his coat aside, covering only the back of his neck, and exposed his blood-stained arms, as if he was afraid of soiling the coat. He looked at Jiang Xun who was going to help Song Mengsheng, his eyes dimmed, " fine."

The frenzied alpha was beaten into a coma by Jiang Xun, like a puddle of mud oozing blood, "This person may be Song Mengsheng's fanatic fan," Qin Rong's tone suddenly turned cold, "Go and investigate, how did he get in here, that There was a mistake in the link. Then let the public relations department contact Song Mengsheng's agent, and suppress this matter at all costs."

"Yes."

Fu Lin was still worried, "Your hand?"

"It's enough to bandage it." He rubbed his eyebrows, and walked towards Song Mengsheng without caring about the wound first.

At this time, Song Mengsheng had been brought to the lounge by Jiang Xun. His face was pale and trembling. Although he was not injured, he was frightened at first sight. Xun stood beside him with blood on the back of his hand.

"Mr. Song, are you okay?"

Jiang Xun frowned slightly. Before Song Mengsheng could reply, he took the lead and stepped forward to Song Mengsheng, blocking Qin Rong. His eyes drooped and he swept towards Qin Rong's arm. Blood dripped down his fingertips onto the floor, his face pale He sank down suddenly, and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll take a look at Mr. Song." Qin Rong's lips clenched unconsciously, and an untimely sourness appeared in his heart. A Xun cared about Song Mengsheng very much, and protected him so tightly.

Jiang Xun grabbed Qin Rong impatiently, "You don't need to look."

"You rest first." He turned his head and finished talking to Song Mengsheng. Before Song Mengsheng could say anything, Jiang Xun took him out of the lounge almost forcefully.

"Where are you taking me?"

Jiang Xun said with a cold face, "Go to the hospital."

Qin Rong broke free from the restraint, "Small injuries, I can bandage them myself."

Jiang Xun stared at him, his deep eyes seemed to be hiding Tan Hanchi, his brows gradually knit together, his expression became more and more impatient, "You can just follow me honestly," he hooked his long hands, and hugged Qin Rong's waist tightly, "Either I will carry you, and you choose one?"

In an instant, Qin Rong seemed to be in a peach forest, the sweet peach fragrance filled his nostrils, and the heat from the arms around his waist was irresistible to the thin clothes, from warm to scalding, as if it could burn he.

Seeing that everyone around looked at him, Qin Rong hurriedly pushed Jiang Xun away. He had never done anything wrong with Jiang Xun, and it was the same now, "I'll go by myself." He rubbed his brows habitually, "You don't have to accompany Song Xun. Sir?"

Qin Rong didn't notice the sourness in his tone.

Jiang Xun's bold steps stopped, he looked Qin Rong up and down, and a hint of teasing suddenly appeared on his lips, "Brother, are you jealous?"

Qin Rong's expression froze, "No."

Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything else, stepped into the elevator first, saw Qin Rong come in, picked a place farthest away from him and stood still, he gave a soft "tsk".

"I'm curious." Jiang Xun crossed his arms, tilted his head and looked at Qin Rong, "Why hasn't my brother been affected?"

Why was it not affected by the alpha of the susceptible period? Qin Rong quickly reacted, but he pretended to be confused, "What influence?"

Jiang Xun laughed, not being too lazy to expose Qin Rong, he went around behind Qin Rong, his muscular fingers, through the clothes, vaguely touched Qin Rong's tailbone, his movements were quite casual, but it was hard to hide his ambiguity. He said with a smile, "Don't tell me my brother still keeps mine—"

"It's cleared up." Qin Rong interrupted him, "It was cleared up six years ago."

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared without a trace in an instant, and this denial was like a slap in the face, embarrassing Jiang Xun to the extreme, his face suddenly darkened, followed by a mocking smile, "That's right," he stepped back After a few steps, "Why are you willing to have anything to do with me?"

Qin Rong's lips moved slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he fell silent.

The wound looked scary, but it was actually nothing serious. After the doctor bandaged it, he gave Qin Rong a few words of advice and let Qin Rong go.

Stepping out of the gate of the hospital, the afterglow of the setting sun still has a few residual red streaks hanging high in the sky.

After Jiang Xun sent him to the hospital, he left without saying a word.

Qin Rong lowered his eyes to the coat hanging in the crook of his arm, and stroked it again and again with his bandaged hands, as if Jiang Xun's breath remained on it.

You obviously hate him, don't you?But she pretended to still love him, was she trying to coax him to take the sugar-coated drug and watch him rot?

If this is Jiang Xun's revenge.

That's really cruel.

but,

Qin Rong brought his coat to the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply. Under the delicate fragrance, there seemed to be a faint scent of peach, and his expression became a little crazy.

he will.

His soul has long been riddled with holes, rotten like decay, if it makes Jiang Xun happy, it doesn't matter if he tramples on it.

[The author has something to say]: Say it again!

Brother's brain is really sick!

Thanks to Yunmeng for the trilobite*1