"Meiya! Meiya!" Song Huaiqian got off the sled and flew down the hillside.
Han Meiya's body had long been frozen. Seeing Song Huaiqian coming like a savior, she was so excited that she used all her strength and shouted: "Lawyer Song, I'm here!"
When Song Huaiqian saw Han Meiya sitting in the snow, his heart tightened suddenly, and he sped up and ran towards her.
When he got closer, he hugged her hard and asked worriedly in her ear: "Is there any injury?"
Being truly held in his arms and embracing her with his broad and warm chest made her feel infinite warmth and her fear disappeared.
"Are there any injuries? Arms, legs, neck, wrists? Are there any?" Song Huaiqian let go of her and asked worriedly while checking.
Han Meiya said: "The calf is injured, but not other places."
Song Huaiqian nodded, calmed down a little, and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll carry you up now."
After he finished speaking, he stretched his arms and the princess hugged her.
Han Meiya hugged his neck and asked in confusion: "How did you find this place?"
Song Huaiqian was afraid and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Looking at his expression, Han Meiya guessed that he came to the ski resort specifically to find her, and she couldn't help but be moved.
"Thank you." she said softly.
Song Huaiqian looked at her with soft eyes and smiled, "No need to thank me."
"Oh, that's right!" Han Meiya pointed to the three dogs still having fun in the distance and said, "Don't forget to take them back too. It's the three of them that caused this!"
Song Huaiqian looked over and whistled with his hand. Strangely enough, three silly dogs ran over obediently.
He carried Han Meiya up the hillside and gently placed her on the sled. Then he tied the three silly dogs to the sled they were sitting on. He also tied Meiya's calves to the sled with straps.
"That's good, six dogs, we can go back faster." After Song Huaiqian finished speaking, he sat down behind Han Meiya.
"We'll make do, we'll be here soon." Song Huaiqian leaned as far as possible, hugged Han Meiya with his arms, held the reins, and said to her.
"Well, it's okay."
The sled was speeding on the snow track again, much faster than before. Han Meiya leaned in his arms. Although it was bumpy, she felt that his chest was the safest harbor. In the harbor, she could feel at ease.
No more fear.
She didn't know if this emotion called her attachment was the so-called love. She was clearly dead in her heart.
Riding the sled back to the starting point.
Anna watched Song Huaiqian pick up Han Meiya, covered her mouth in surprise, and asked: "Oh, my God! Miss Han, are you injured?"
Han Meiya smiled bitterly, "Yes, look how unlucky I am."
"What does unlucky mean?" Anna asked eagerly.
"It means something bad happened." Han Meiya explained simply.
Song Huaiqian stood in front of the person in charge with Meiya in his arms, and said a series of words to him in fluent Chinese with a serious expression. The person was dumbfounded and panicked.
"No! no!" The person in charge held his head and shouted in pain.
Song Huaiqian turned and left.
"What did you say to him?" Han Meiya asked, "Are you going to sue him?"
"Yes." Song Huaiqian simply said one word.
Han Meiya didn't ask any more questions, not wanting to waste her time. She just wanted to find a warm place to warm up now.
Back in the car, Song Huaiqian turned on the air conditioner to the maximum. Soon, the warm wind blew slowly, and Han Meiya slowed down again like a fish frozen in the water.
"I'll take you to the hospital first." Song Huaiqian drove towards the hospital.
Seeing his serious face, Han Meiya asked tentatively: "Are you angry?"
"No." He said, his tone a little stiff.
"Why are you keeping a straight face when you're not angry?" Han Meiya asked again, "I was the one who caused you trouble."
Song Huaiqian took a deep breath and said, "I'm not causing trouble. I'm angry with myself."
"Huh? Why are you angry with yourself? What's the reason?" Han Meiya suddenly felt funny.
Song Huaiqian said: "I'm angry with myself. Why didn't I come with you? That way you wouldn't be hurt. I'm angry with myself. Why did I have to wait for those damn fifteen minutes after I found you? If I had gone to find you earlier.
, you will be less likely to suffer from the cold.”
After hearing this, Han Meiya looked at him blankly. His words made her a little embarrassed, but also moved her. She never thought that if she was hurt, he would blame her in his heart.
"Lawyer Song..." she murmured to him, "Thank you for worrying about me, but I can't blame you."
"I think it's my fault." Song Huaiqian had an annoyed look on his face, "I should have come with you today."
Han Meiya suddenly felt strange and wanted to open her mouth to ask, but she thought about it and swallowed it again.
After arriving at the hospital, after examination, it was found that the calf bone was fractured and required a plaster cast.
After coming out of the hospital again, Meiya got into a wheelchair, and Song Huaiqian pushed her to the parking lot.
"If I go back like this in two days, I will definitely scare Qiqi, Xiaoai and the others." Han Meiya said, looking at her "big white legs."
"No." Song Huaiqian opened the car door and carried her into the car.
They drove all the way back to his house. On the way, Han Meiya fell into a deep sleep. When they got off the car, Song Huaiqian went to call her, but found that her forehead was a little hot.
After carrying her back to the house, the old housekeeper saw that Miss Han, who was still alive and kicking yesterday, had turned into a sick cat today?
"Master, what's wrong with Miss Han?" the old housekeeper asked.
"It's okay. Just call Jack." He ordered.
Jack is their family doctor.
Han Meiya felt sore all over her body. Standing in the thick fog, she couldn't see where she was.
"Meiya, Meiya..." Someone called her softly. From the sound of the voice, it seemed to be Lu Qiuming.
"Qiuming, is that you?" Han Meiya turned around, but couldn't see anything. She anxiously waved the heavy fog in front of her with her hand.
Lu Qiuming said: "Meiya, I have to leave."
"You're leaving? Where are you going?" Han Meiya asked doubtfully.
"Meiya, I have seen that there are people protecting you by your side. I feel relieved, so I am going back."
"Qiu Ming, what are you talking about? Who is my guardian? My guardian is you!" Han Meiya couldn't understand what Lu Qiu Ming was talking about, and couldn't get an answer from him, so she shouted anxiously.
"Tyumen!"
She opened her eyes suddenly, her forehead was covered with sweat. She raised her hand to wipe it, but she saw the hanging needle on the back of her hand.
"Are you awake?" Song Huaiqian sat beside the bed, leaning on the bed with his hands clasped together, and asked with concern, "Have you had a nightmare?"
Han Meiya was startled and blurted out: "Why are you here?"
"Here's the medicine for you." Song Huaiqian took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "You have a fever. I'll call the doctor to give you an injection."