Repeatedly jumping on the edge of death

"What's going on?" Shi Lian's face darkened, and Bai Su made something wrong again.

An Yi still had an innocent face, and sent all Bai Su's words into Shi Lian's ears verbatim.

Shi Lian was dubious and asked the driver to drive home first.

After getting in the car, Shi Lian saw that An Yi was still tightly wrapped, looking very uncomfortable, and thought of the bloody smell on his body just now.

"Injured?" Shi Lian asked.

An Yi didn't intend to be hypocritical: "Well, a little injury."

"Where's the injury?"

An Yi took off the hat from his head, and he didn't wear the collar that he had desperately defended before, so the scar was exposed in front of Shi Lian.

When Shi Lian looked at it, his heart tightened involuntarily, and An Yi rolled up his sleeves a little.

"The wrist, the wound is open, and the back is probably swollen." An Yifeng said calmly, as if he was not talking about his own affairs.

Shi Lian pulled An Yi's arm, trying to open the wound to have a look, but An Yi stopped him.

"Sir, this place will be dirty." An Yi could still feel that his wound was still bleeding. If he pulled it apart, it would probably be out of control.

Shi Lian's hand paused, but he didn't force An Yi to pull it away.

An Yi retracted his hands into his sleeves and sat on the spot silently.

"Go to the hospital first," Shi Lian said to the driver.

"Don't go!" An Yi opened his mouth suddenly, with horror in his eyes.

The driver is now completely in a state of confusion, who should he listen to.

"Don't go, sir, I can handle it myself when I get home." An Yi's voice became quieter, not daring to look at Shi Lian.

He was so excited just now that his voice couldn't help raising a few decibels.

Shi Lian looked at An Yi, like a wounded rabbit, curled up in his own den.

"Listen to him." Shi Lian followed An Yi to compromise.

"Yes" the driver let out a long breath.

Driving for the boss is like walking on the tip of a knife. The driver smiled wryly, for the sake of living, there was nothing he could do.

When Bai Su opened the door at home, he saw that An Yi's face turned livid in an instant, and his eyes couldn't stop wandering back and forth.

"Let's talk." Shi Lian had an unquestionable order in his eyes.

Bai Su's body froze obviously, thin beads of sweat kept coming out of his palms, and his eyes kept sweeping An Yi's face.

"What do you want to talk about, Mister?" Bai Su stiffly squeezed out a smile on his face, looking extremely funny.

"What are you nervous about?" Shi Lian sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and the smoke rings went straight to the roof.

"No, you read it wrong." Bai Su secretly rubbed the palms of his hands.

"What did you say to him today?"

Bai Su glanced at An Yi, then turned his gaze back to Shi Lian: "I didn't say anything."

Shi Lian leaned on the sofa, his eyes fixed on An Yi.

An Yi let nature take its course, looked at Bai Su: "Don't you admit it?"

"What evidence do you have?" Bai Su clenched his fingers tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force.

An Qianqian took a step forward, turned his back to Shilian, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Do you really want evidence?"

Bai Su gritted his teeth, he planned to take a gamble.

"Yes"

An Yi was waiting for Bai Su's words, turned around and threw the phone on the table.

"Sir, this is the recording."

Shi Lian bowed, and clicked the play button in the middle of the phone. There was no sound for the first minute, and Bai Su lowered his head, showing a faint smile on his mouth.

He knew that An Yi couldn't produce any evidence.

But then, a familiar voice broke Bai Su's fantasy, Bai Su's eyes widened, listening to the sound coming out of the phone frame by frame.

The longer the time stops, the whiter Bai Su's face becomes, and the darker Shi Lian's face becomes.

Bai Su was sitting on the sofa, her hands were tightly clenched, and her forehead was dripping with sweat.

The recording ended soon, and the room was silent. Before he could even speak, Bai Su stood up suddenly, the fear in his eyes gradually enlarged, and he looked at An Yi fiercely.

Pausing for a second, Bai Su let go of his legs and ran away. No matter what was waiting for him in the next second, running away was the best choice. An Yi was hit by Bai Su's hind legs for a few steps, and the pain in his shoulder was still lingering.

"Sir?" An Yi came back to his senses, looked at Shi Lian whose face was extremely dark, "Do you need me to chase him?"

An Yi knew Shi Lian's character, even if his things were dead, he would never let others touch them. Not only did Bai Su do it, but now he even dared to run away, An Yi couldn't help but began to worry about Bai Su.

"No, he won't survive today." Shi Lian was not as angry as he imagined: "Go get the medicine box down."

Listening to Shi Lian's words, An Yi obediently went upstairs and took down the medicine box she put under the bed and put it in front of Shi Lian.

Shi Lian took out new gauze and alcohol from the inside, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. After flipping over the extra gauze, there lay a clean bullet inside.

An Yi froze suddenly, and looked at Shi Lian with some embarrassment: "This is the bullet that was on your shoulder before, sir, and I loaded it after I dealt with it."

Shi Lian glanced at An Yi, then put the bullet in the medicine box.

"Give me your hand."

An Yi obediently placed both hands in front of Shi Lian, and the corners of Shi Lian's lips curled up, and he took An Yi's injured hand over.

An Yi's heart was beating fast, and his blood pressure was about to burst through his brain. He wanted to say that he could bandage it, but his selfishness still outweighed his reason.

Shi Lian slowly pushed up the sleeve, the blood inside was already smeared everywhere, and he couldn't quite see where the wound was.

"Does it hurt?" Shi Lian asked.

"It doesn't hurt." An Yi's words trembled slightly, he was too excited.

Shi Lian got up, bypassed An Yi and walked towards the bathroom. When An Yi was still wondering what Shi Lian wanted to do, he saw Shi Lian coming out with a white towel in his hand.

An Yi is now so surprised that he can't even speak, and the whole person is just watching Shilian's every move in a daze.

Shi Lian tried his best to wipe the blood stains around the wound as lightly as possible, and the white towel was soon dyed red.

"Are you Mr.?" An Yi still didn't quite believe that the person in front of him was Shi Lian from this time and space.

"Have you beaten your brains out of fighting?" Shi Lian kept moving his hands.

"No, I just feel that you are extra gentle today."

Probably after wiping it clean, the painful part will come, and the feeling of alcohol pouring on the cracked part is not pleasant at all.

An Yi couldn't hold back a muffled snort, Shi Lian stopped his hands, and only poured alcohol on it again when An Yi recovered.

An Yi looked at Shi Lian who was sinking his head seriously, his slender fingers gently slid over his skin, his phoenix eyes drooped slightly, like a lake of clear water, calm and calm.

The only thing that was quiet in the room was the sound of each other's breathing, An Yi looked at Shi Lian, letting his thoughts fly wild.

In fact, it would be nice to be quiet like this.

"What are you laughing at?" Shi Lian inadvertently looked up and saw An Yi sitting there giggling.