Cut off

After saying this sentence, Second Master Feng finally lost his strength, his eyes turned black, and the injuries on his body began to settle after autumn, torturing his sensitive nerves one after another.

Taking into account Bai Hemian's emotions, Second Master Feng didn't dare to faint, but he didn't know that the moment they stepped out of the sea of ​​flames, the police station behind them was completely burnt to earth amidst the shocking explosion.

"It's dangerous." Qian Shan turned around with lingering fear, "If it's a minute later..."

"Second Brother Feng!" Bai Hemian's heart-piercing scream interrupted him.

Qian Shan was so frightened by Young Master Bai that he almost knelt on the ground again.

It turned out that Bai Hemian finally saw the blood on Feng Qisong's leg clearly, and completely collapsed.

"Young master, don't be in a hurry." Qian Shan helped Feng Qisong into the car, and took advantage of the night to drive at full speed to Huashan Hospital.

How could Bai Hemian not be in a hurry?

He put his arm around Second Brother Feng's neck, leaned on the back seat and hummed.

"You bastard..." Bai Hemian cursed stammeringly, "You lied to me that it's fine, and you want me to get lost..."

Feng Qisong fainted from the pain, and was awakened by Young Master Bai's howl again, leaning on the back of the chair, wiping the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes for him with a splitting headache.

"How could you do this?" Bai Hemian opened his teeth and claws in Feng Qisong's arms like a kitten losing his temper, "What will you do if you die? Brother Feng, what should I do if you die?!"

"Aren't you going to be my widow?" Feng Qisong couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He was furious, propped up his upper body, and fell back again, biting Feng Qisong's earlobe and trembling all over.

He wanted to refute, saying why should I be your widow?

I was snatched by you, no matter how much you like me, I won't...

Bai Hemian fell into a momentary confusion.

Does he not like Feng Qisong?

No, it is not.

Bai Hemian sniffed, knowing that he was tempted.

But now when Bai Hemian looks at Feng Qisong, he clearly hates more than love.

Hate him for being in the fire, and would rather die alone than trick him out.

He hated him for belittling his love to nothing, and refused to say it outright when he was about to die.

Of course, what I hate the most is Feng Qisong's tense heartstrings, taking into account ethics and morality, and has never said a word of love to him so far.

But why does he care so much?

Bai Hemian realized that he had changed.He became preoccupied and obsessive, like a greedy monster, desperately sucking love from Feng Qisong, enjoying it shamelessly, and then giving nothing back.

There were screams one after another outside the window, and their car became an isolated island in chaos, drifting left and right under the cover of night.

Empty stalls were everywhere on the side of the road, and customers and stall owners were scared away by the explosion. In front of life, no matter how important things are, they cannot escape the words "things outside the body".

The husband and wife were originally birds in the same forest, and they flew separately when the disaster was imminent. This sentence suddenly jumped into the mind, and then rolled out in embarrassment.

Bai Hemian put his cheek against Feng Qisong's neck, smelling the smell of blood, murmured: "Shoulder, Second Brother Feng, I will definitely be your widow."

Feng Qisong's arms around him lost strength, but they still held him tremblingly tighter.

"Young Master Bai, please don't say a few words." Qian Shan, who was driving, always felt that there was something wrong with the conversation between the two of them, and took the time to mutter, "It's not unlucky at all!"

How can anyone talk about being a widow after a narrow escape?

If you want him to say it, both Master Feng and Young Master Bai were blown out!

"Don't talk." How could Qian Shan understand Feng Qisong's joy?

Young Master Bai didn't want to be a widow for him, but was finally willing to give him his whole life.

Qian Shan pouted, unable to keep up with their train of thought, he simply stepped on the accelerator, and parked the car at the back door of Huashan Hospital like a gust of wind.

"Young Master Bai, I'll help Second Master, please find Mr. Xun." Qian Shan opened the car door and helped Feng Qisong out, "Since Second Master's injury has to be sealed off, we can only find a doctor secretly... ..."

"I understand." Bai Hemian gritted his teeth and nodded, and ran into the hospital without looking back.

He knew that Mr. Xun was the old man who treated him, so as soon as he entered the hospital, he ran to the ward where he lived before. It was his luck that he saw a familiar figure coming out of the corner as soon as he went upstairs. The rabbit jumped over like a hawk.

Mr. Xun was frightened at first, but he didn't recognize Bai Hemian for a long time.

He wiped the ashes off his face indiscriminately: "Mr. Xun, I beg you to save the second master." He said while crying.

When Mr. Xun heard Bai Hemian say "Second Master", he came to his senses: "The explosion before...? Broken!"

Old Master Xun grabbed Young Master Bai's sleeve and dragged him to run outside.

Bai Hemian was not angry at all, and urged: "Master Xun, hurry up!"

He was afraid that Feng Qisong would not be able to hold on, that his legs were really limping, that there were many, many things that would happen, that after Feng Qisong was transferred into the operating room in a hurry, he would squat in front of the door and tremble.

Bai Hemian scratched his fingers, raised his head pitifully, and asked Qian Shan, "Will Second Brother Feng die?"

Qian Shan almost rushed up to cover his mouth: "Oh, young master, don't say unlucky words!"

"Second brother Feng bled so much, his arm is still... his arm is still..." Bai Hemian couldn't continue, he lowered his head and continued to sob.

More than just arms?Feng Qisong's leg was also injured.

Injuries added to injuries, I'm afraid something big will happen.

In the middle of the night, the hospital was full of people, Feng Qisong didn't want to announce the injury, so he entered the operating room in the corner, and even the door was not closed tightly, Bai Hemian could faintly hear the chaotic footsteps inside and the anxious words of Mr. Xun .

Sometimes hemostats are needed, and sometimes gauze is needed.

Where are the hemostats and gauze?This is the life of Young Master Bai.

The second brother Feng he was thinking of was dying in the operating room, and he still didn't know what the emotion was surging deep in his heart.

In other words, he has already noticed that it is just fear, just shrinking, just afraid that he will fall into it, and then he will never recover, and he will never be reborn forever.

Bai Hemian covered his head in pain, and collapsed limply on the ground amidst Qian Shan's screams.

Second Master Feng was injured, how could Bai Hemian be unscathed?

It's just that he was lucky and didn't hurt his muscles or bones, but his body was mostly burns and bruises.

Qian Shan wailed and howled to send Young Master Bai to another ward, and the doctor himself was held down by the doctor, who treated the wound on his waist.

The police station was still burning, but the turmoil in the Feng family gradually subsided.

The newspapers were full of news about the explosion at the police station, more lively than the reports on the day when Chen Beidou's son was caught by Feng Laosan.

Qian Shan strolled in from outside the door with a newspaper in his hand, and took a big gulp of hot tea in his hand in the warm summer wind.

"Brother Shan," the guard at the door called him with a smile, "are you resting?"

"Well, I'm resting." Qian Shan put the newspaper under his armpit, and pushed open the courtyard door of the east wing without looking back.

The weeds grew wildly for a few days and were cut again, leaving only green stubble all over the ground.Qian Shan was afraid that his shoes would be pierced, so he moved carefully, and some hot water came out from the water cup in his hand, which made him swear.

The East Wing is the place where the boss of the Feng family used to live, and it is also where the second master rests now.

In the newspaper, speculation about Feng Qisong's life and death was overwhelmed, but Second Master Feng, who had bandaged his wound, was lying soundly asleep in the side room with his arms around Young Master Bai.

Bai Hemian passed out from the hospital until he got home. The wound on his body was fine, but he was frightened and started to feel hot all over again, talking nonsense for half the night.

Qian Shan bravely listened to it a few times, and almost died laughing - Young Master Bai is scolding Feng Qisong!

Qian Shan has been with Second Master Feng for so many years, and he has never seen anyone who dares to scold Feng Qisong, and scolds so sincerely, gnashing his teeth while scolding.

The young master of the Bai family is really a treasure.

Bai Hemian scolded Feng Qisong in his dream, but when he really woke up, he couldn't bear it anymore, and put his arms around Second Brother Feng's neck and stared at him for a long time.

Feng Qisong's complexion was not very good, but there was blood, his lips were a little dry, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Second Brother Feng," Bai Hemian called Feng Qisong in a hoarse voice, and pressed his hot forehead against it, "Do you feel pain?"

He saw the gauze on Feng Qisong's shoulder and the splint that fixed the broken bone.

"It doesn't hurt." Feng Qisong put one arm around Bai Hemian's waist, feeling that he had lost weight again, and couldn't bear it, "How many times have you had a fever?"

"Second brother Feng is afraid that I will feel uncomfortable when I am pregnant?" Bai Hemian laughed lazily, behind the slipped neckline, peonies were bustlingly blooming beside her fair neck.

Young Master Bai was ill, and a layer of faint pink appeared on his body, which made the pattern of peonies all the more alluring, and also had a lovely watery look.

He bloomed in Feng Qisong's embrace with a delicacy of water, and bloomed brilliantly after being moistened.

"It hurts." Bai Hemian blinked and burst into tears.

If Second Brother Feng didn't ask, he still couldn't think of himself, but if he asked, his whole body felt weak, and even his fingertips hurt.

Feng Qisong held Young Master Bai's buttocks with one hand, and held him in front of him: "I told you to go, why didn't you go?"

Bai Hemian put the bandaged arm on Feng Qisong's shoulder: "Why should I leave?"

"...The more you drive me away, the more I won't leave!"

While speaking, Qian Shan pushed open the door: "Second Master, I brought you the newspaper."

"Put it there." Feng Qisong only had Bai Hemian in his eyes.

Young Master Bai was calmer. He got up from the bed, took the newspaper dazedly, and read it at a glance.

The shock of the police station exploded. What the reporter cared about was not how many innocent people were hurt, but whether Feng Qisong was alive or dead.

"Why are you just guessing?" Bai Hemian couldn't bear to hear that Second Brother Feng was "dead", and angrily threw away the newspaper.

Feng Qisong smiled: "Not only because I am from the Feng family, but also because my elder brother was ambushed and killed by someone."

Feng Qingzhu's death was a scar in Feng Erye's heart, a mark, a milestone that reminded him every moment of how despicable he was.

Bai Hemian didn't dare to ask any more questions, curled up in the arms of Second Brother Feng, pretending to watch the gossip news with great interest.

The newspaper said that Chen Yueye was dead, and that his concubine, Mingzhu, was having trouble with the karaoke hall, and wanted to elope with an unknown son, chasing love.

Her love was tightly bound to Deputy Commander Chen's son more than ten days ago, but now it has been transferred to someone else, as if she was born to meet a new lover, and then performed a life-and-death farewell vigorously.

Bai Hemian put down the newspaper, and under Qian Shan's shocked gaze, he quickly rode on Feng Qisong's waist.

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong supported him, afraid that he would fall.

"Second brother Feng, your arm and leg are hurt, but your waist is fine." Bai Hemian said confidently, "I won't let you ride me down."