"Mr. Kuang?" After hearing this, a doubt flashed through his mind. The young man touched his chin and thought deeply, how could she know this name? Could it be...? Thinking of this, he frowned and suddenly understood.
"My surname is indeed true, but I don't remember anything about the gift of the painting. I think you may have mistaken the wrong person." Looking at the woman's charming face with surprise and joy, the young man suddenly shook his head and said
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"Don't you remember? I'm Yun Qingyan, we met at the market that day." The woman asked in an urgent and charming voice, still not believing what the other person said.
Hearing the woman's questioning, the young man shook his head. In fact, he already knew why the woman knew this name, and that person was not him at all. Besides, he had something to ask for, so he didn't want to lie to her with words.
"Miss, you really got the wrong person. I was not at any market at all, and I didn't give the lady any paintings. If the lady really met a person named Kuang Tianyou, maybe that person was my friend and borrowed my painting.
It's just a name." Looking at the disbelieving woman, the young man smiled bitterly and said.
After hearing what the young man said with such certainty, Yun Qingyan looked at the young man seriously for a while with her beautiful eyes, and then said sadly: "There are indeed some differences between the two of you. The way you speak is different, but the body is different."
The shapes are very similar."
"Miss Yun, let's take a look at my friend first!" When the conversation changed, the young man quickly became worried about the clone's condition and said to the absent-minded woman.
"Yes!" In response, Yun Qingyan temporarily suppressed the thoughts of Mr. Kuang in her mind and got down to business. She walked gently towards the bedside with lotus steps. A group of green bodies made the curves look particularly convex and concave.
Weiwei sat on the edge of the bed.
Looking at Yun Qingyan sitting by the bed, the young man also had a solemn look on his face, and came closer to observe the woman diagnosing the clone.
Stretching out her fair and slender arms, Yun Qingyan gently pulled up the quilt covering the sleeping person, pulled the quilt halfway, and revealed the face of the person sleeping on the bed. After seeing his face clearly, her delicate body shook.
Yun Qingyan opened her red lips in disbelief and looked at the person lying on the bed in disbelief. Yun Qingyan panicked and said, "How could it be him? Mr. Kuang... Mr. Kuang, how could it be him?"
Hearing this, he was not surprised, because when he heard the name he mentioned before, the woman's reaction had already said everything. The young man glanced at the person lying on the bed and said, "Yes, this is my friend.
He is now seriously injured and in critical condition, and has fallen into a deep sleep. If this continues for a long time, he may not have a chance to wake up, so please ask Miss Yun to rescue him."
Hearing the young man's words, Yun Qingyan felt nervous. She couldn't believe that the unconscious person was actually the person she wanted to save. She stopped thinking about it and quickly raised her jade hand and gently touched the sleeping person's arm.
Place it next to the bed and slowly press on his pulse.
The beautiful face could not hide the sadness, concern and worry on it. The originally rosy face was now covered with pale color. In fright, Yun Qingyan shook her head full of black hair and said to herself: "No.
Possibly, how could this happen?”
"Is there any hope? Is there nothing you can do with your medical skills?" After hearing this, the young man who had been paying attention to the situation in front of him heard Yun Qingyan muttering to himself and asked hurriedly and worriedly.
