Meet Ouyang Xue again in Chapter 192

The sirens went out outside the emergency room, followed by dense footsteps. It was estimated that more than a dozen well-trained people rushed in through the door.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly realized something. The security guard ran away just now, not only calling the emergency doctor, but also calling the police.

This kind of old security guard is the most cunning, as cunning as an old fox.

Conan Doyle also smiled bitterly, probably understanding what was going on.

"Keep sleeping, don't pay attention to them." Conan Doyle's eyelids were swollen, and the pain from the wound forced him to close his eyes again and again.

"Don't move, police." When the rustling footsteps finally stopped at the door, a familiar voice sounded.

Several black muzzles pointed at the heads of several people.

Yin Hui could tell from the sound alone that the sound was nothing but Director Chen of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

This guy must have had sores on his butt sitting in the office, so he wanted to come out to deal with a few major cases and made meritorious contributions. Last time he wanted to win the credit, he was scolded by Conan Doyle.

"You are surrounded by us, and you will not be killed." The police's polite words from Director Chen were so stiff, which made Yin Hui smile bitterly. This guy must have not come out to check in for a long time.

"Director Chen, what? When did your Public Security Bureau step on the head of our National Security Bureau?" The person who spoke was a scalpel. He was on the bed closest to the door, with his back facing Director Chen. As soon as he spoke, the director was stunned.

"National Security Bureau? Scalpel?" Director Chen murmured on himself, then scolded his subordinates for putting away the gun and looking closely. It was indeed a scalpel.

His eyes swept across the faces of the other people, and finally took a breath: "What are you kidding? The Dang Guoshu Bureau was mistaken for a gangster?"

His tone was full of sarcasm. It was probably because he was scolded by Conan Doyle last time and held a grudge.

"Stop fucking nonsense." Conan Doyle was not afraid of him: "Come to bring that damn doctor and arrange a room for us."

The team leader who is affiliated with the National Security Bureau is even more important than the director of him.

"As long, don't be angry, I'm joking." Director Chen smiled and looked back at the white coat.

He heard everything he had just heard in his ears, and now he was already scared and trembling. He only heard stories about the National Security Bureau on TV. In his heart, the National Security Bureau was the most mysterious organization in the world. He didn't expect that he would be caught by himself today, and he even bravely sued them. Now...

He quickly thought about the next move in his head. He had to make a big fortune from the hospital, and then find his brother-in-law who specializes in humans and snakes to smuggle him to Myanmar or Laos, and spend the rest of his life with this money.

Anyway, he offended the people from the National Security Bureau and knew that his life would not be long.

"Hey, white coats, we don't even dare to arrest these people. You dare to call the police. I really admire your courage. Come on, these people are safety personnel, please arrange it for them. Ah... I have to go back and make up for the beauty care. Let's go. Brothers. Today, you are allowed to be late for half an hour together. This is a compensation for this failed operation."

"yessir!" A neat and loud police greeting sounded, and then they sent it loosely, as if it was a scattered plate of sand: "Officer Chen, it's four o'clock in the morning. Finally, I have time to come out in the middle of the night. I think we might as well go to the nightclub for fun. I know a new nightclub has been opened here recently."

"Sure, let's go, my old wife is not much better than yours. Is it easier to be free for one time?"

"Long live your understanding, let's go." It's probably these people had already prepared to go outside for a long time, and they didn't even wear police uniforms and came out in plain clothes.

After a group of people walked out of the emergency room, the place became empty again. The front desk nurse, security guard and attending doctor, who had been scared, were stunned and stood there a little foolishly, not knowing what to do in the next second.

"What are you still standing there?" Conan Doyle's cold voice awakened them from the anesthetized nerves.

"Oh, wait a moment, I'll make arrangements for you now." The white coat walked to the diagnosis table with trembling legs, held a pen in his trembling hands and wrote down their condition on the diagnosis sheet, and arranged them in an ordinary ward.

In the luxurious cadre ward, seven beds were forcibly arranged to get out of the seven beds at the request of Conan Doyle. The members of the group lay on their own beds and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Hui opened his eyes and the first feeling was that an apple-sized thing was stuffed into his head, which made his head hurt. He struggled to stand up barely, looked around with his eyes, but found that several beds were empty.

Conan Doyle, who was closest to his hospital bed, still lay quietly on the hospital bed, with a satisfied and happy smile on his lips.

What day is today? This is his only thought at the moment. His eyes searched around the luxurious ward, but he couldn't see anything that marked the time. He touched his extremely sore head and sighed.

"Yin Hun, are you awake?" Just as Yin Hun looked around in a daze, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a beautiful figure slowly walked out from inside. His tall figure, sexy winter stockings and handsome and bright facial features made anyone who saw her go stupid and stunned.

Yin Hui looked at the girl who looked like a goddess with a confused look, patted her head, and thought she was dreaming.

But the pain of slapping his head made him realize that it was not a dream at all.

"Are you?" Yin Hui asked as he looked at the strange figure.

"It's so much forgot about the noble man!" The beautiful woman walked up as she said, holding a wet wipe in her hand, walked to Yin Hui, and naturally wiped his face: "If you haven't washed your face for three days, do you still have shame."

"Have I been in a coma for three days?" Yin Hui touched his pocket with his hand, trying to find out his cell phone, but found that his clothes had already been changed into hospital clothes. The cell phone and other things disappeared.

"Three days and three nights, an hour is also a lot." The tall beauty threw away the wet wipes on her hand and touched Yin Hui's forehead with her slender fingers.

The moment his warm and tender hands touched his forehead, he was so unreliable that he was about to faint.

"Who are you?" Yin Hui focused his attention on this issue again: "Miss, you can't recognize the wrong person."

"Hey, I said you, the ungrateful wolf, really forgot me? I am Ouyang Xue, the beautiful police officer Ouyang Xue."

"Ouyang Xue?" After hearing these three words, Yin Hui wanted to vomit blood.

There is a world of difference between that unreasonable Ouyang Xue and the fairy-like girl in front of her.

"What? Do I have to wear a police uniform during my annual leave?" Ouyang Xue said, and stuffed the peeled banana peel into her mouth, and got up: "Do you eat it?"

Her sexy red lips squirmed up and down, and her clean tongue licked her mouth, making him impulsive again and again. Because he suddenly thought of a very familiar scene, which was the uncensored video he often saw on the computer.

This is almost the scene in his dream, and his fantasy object, Ouyang Xue, has appeared the most times.

"Do you eat?" She asked again, and Yin Hui, who had long been confused, nodded repeatedly.

Ouyang Xue's lotus root arm and onion finger took out a banana from the fruit bag, peeled it open and handed it to him. He took the banana with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why are you here?" After destroying a banana, feeling that his body had recovered some strength, he looked at Ouyang Xue in confusion.

"It's all my life." Tang Yan sighed: "I was planning to come to Beijing for a good time this year's holiday, and ask Tang Yan and Shen Feifei to take me to visit our great capital Beijing. But I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived here, their crematorium actually called them and said they would pay their wages. There was no way, they had to go back. Before leaving, they couldn't find it, so they had to let me wait for your news in your rental house, see you and tell you that they had returned to the crematorium.

It's okay, I'm relaxing and comfortable in Beijing, but what I really didn't expect was that you kid was admitted to the hospital at this critical moment. I had to waste my holidays to serve you. Oh my God, what kind of evil did I do?" She turned around in grief and anger, walked to Conan Doyle's bed, looked at Conan Doyle who was sleeping peacefully, and sighed: "I have a pity for lovers in the world!" Yanran looked like an experienced love expert.

"What do you mean?" Yin Hui, who was struggling and half-sitting from the bed, staring at Ouyang Xue with his eyes curled up, staring at the sexy little black stockings. Wearing Ouyang Xue's tall and tender long legs made the pair of stockings exude dozens of times higher than normal.

He couldn't guess why he suddenly sighed like this.

"Look at Conan Doyle." As she said, she blinked her long eyelashes, then looked at Conan Doyle: "Do you know what the little girl shouted the most when she was in a coma?"

"Little girl?" Hearing these three words that were somewhat unfamiliar to Yin Hui, he looked at Conan Doyle again.

In his own impression, the little girl and Conan Doyle are two parallel lines, and there is no intersection. However, Ouyang Xue’s name to Conan Doyle, but he began to examine Conan Doyle again.

Looking at Conan Doyle from a specific angle and in a specific light, he actually found that Conan Doyle was not as strong as he imagined, but his pretty face revealed a few tenderness.

Perhaps she was confused by her identity before and thought that the leader of the Incredible Group must be a strong woman, but now I look at it at this time, she is really an ordinary woman, a woman who needs men to protect.

"Hey, it's not like this. No matter how beautiful she is, there is a breath next to her. I can't ignore me. My beauty is not worse than her." Ouyang Xue said a little resentfully, and looked at Conan Doyle in a coma: "Stop talking nonsense, do you know what Conan Doyle is mumbling in her mouth when she was in a coma?"

"Oh? I don't know what he said?" Yin Hui was also interested, thinking that this little girl wouldn't have confessed to her in her sleep.

"Yin Hun, save me, save me." Ouyang Xue said gently with a tangled look: "This is Conan Doyle's original words and have nothing to do with me."

Wow!

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but fortunately, what he said was not explicit.

"Hey, what's your expression? If someone confesses to you, you can just take a breath to respond." Ouyang Xue glared at Yin Hui with some annoyance.

"Confession?" He looked at Ouyang Xue with confused eyes: "What? This is also considered confession?"

"Not counting yet? Then what does that count?" Ouyang Xue stared at Yin Hui as if she was looking at the monster, then coughed, cleared her throat, and looked at him deliberately as if she was affectionate: "Yin Hui, I like you, marry me, I love you so much, you are my whole life, you are my world, I am willing to give you my whole life. This is how I am a confession?"

Yin Hui was stunned. He stared at Ouyang Xue with his eyes fixed on him. His performance was too realistic. Yin Hui couldn't tell whether Ouyang Xue was really confessing or just performing. The scene just now was a scene he had fantasized about countless times in his mind. Unexpectedly, he actually saw it today. Is it him dreaming?

Especially the female policeman who changed into sexy women's clothing made Yin Hui even more moved.

He forgot everything, as if it wasn't Ouyang Xue performing just now, but that he was indeed confessing to himself.

"I do." His mind was blank, and he was imagining that in a white auditorium, Ouyang Xue, who was dressed more beautiful than a fairy, stared at him devoutly and confessed to him affectionately. The two of them were bathed in the river of love.

"Would you marry me?"

"I do." This conversation, which seemed to be the sound of nature, echoed in his play, splashing layers of ripples.

"What do you want to do?" When I noticed Yin Hui who was trapped in extreme fantasy, Ouyang Xue pinched his arm in anger: "Wake up, boss, what dream are you having?"

"Yeah?" A burst of pain on his arm woke him up from his intoxication: "Oh? What's wrong?"

"What are you willing?" Ouyang Xue looked at Yin Hui with some confusion: "What you meant just now..."

He thought about it for a moment, then he remembered the memories just now, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, I'm just cooperating with you to act."
Chapter completed!