Xia Mengying finished speaking in one breath, feeling much relieved. She looked at Yan Siming, who was also looking up at him. The light in the guest room shone out slightly. From such a close distance, Yan Siming could be clearly seen.
Si Mingjun's straight face was sickly pale and a little weak due to excessive blood loss.
Xia Mengying saw that he was silent and thought of the injuries on his body. She couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and a little embarrassed. He must have lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. How could a person like this dare to trust others easily?
"The police are of no use to me."
It was obviously an extremely arrogant thing to say, but Xia Mengying didn't feel disgusted at this moment. There was a kind of innate domineering in this man. Even if he was extremely weak at this moment, he said such words naturally.
Xia Mengying frowned slightly, thinking about what she just said, she felt that it seemed a bit too much. She had never been in the so-called underworld, so she didn't know how they behaved in the world. If what happened today were replaced by another person, he would
Have you already killed yourself?
In fact, if there was a stable and peaceful life to choose from, who would want to fight and kill every day? Although being held at gunpoint by others had just happened, her heart was still beating wildly, but the kind-hearted Xia
Meng Ying couldn't help but put herself in other people's shoes again, and then her compassion overflowed a little.
"What I just said seemed a bit too strong. I'm sorry." Xia Mengying sat down next to Yan Siming again, "Next time, don't put a gun to other people's heads. Don't you know that this will make people scared?
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Xia Mengying frowned and complained dissatisfied.
"I really don't know what you are thinking. Is it interesting to live a precarious life like this? Isn't it great that you are so young and have the skills to find a stable job?"
Xia Mengying whispered softly, she really didn't understand this. Don't they feel pain when the knife cuts on the body and the bullet enters the body? Just seeing such a scene made her feel hairy all over and scared her heart.
I'm trembling. I really don't know what those people who like to fight or even want to join gangs think.
"Are the hot, blood-tonifying, and chicken soup you just mentioned prepared for me?"
Yan Siming asked with his back against the wall and his eyes closed.
"No, I'm worried about my friend coming here to buy something. If it's so early, what if those people haven't left yet?"
On the one hand, he was worried about Ning Ziqian. On the other hand, he also felt that Yan Siming really needed to eat some nourishing food.
Xia Mengying looked down at the blood stains on her clothes and stood up. This time, the person behind her did not suddenly make a loud voice like before asking her where she was going and what she was doing. Xia Mengying returned to the room, originally planning to
I was changing clothes, but thinking of the stranger in the living room, I just found a jacket that Fang Jingyi had worn before and put it on.
When he came out, Yan Siming was still sitting in the same position, with one leg bent and the other straight, with his back against the wall and his eyes closed. His lips were pursed like a knife, although his brows were relaxed.
, but his forehead has been sweating non-stop, and his hands on the ground are flexing and opening, obviously trying their best to suppress the pain on his body.
Xia Mengying ran over and reached out to touch his forehead. He didn't feel fever anymore, but the temperature was a bit too cold. She touched his hand and it was also cold, like frozen ice cubes.
Yes, Xia Mengying got up, returned to the room, took out all the clothes from the box, and wrapped them all tightly around Yan Siming's body.
"Is it better?"
Yan Siming has always closed his eyes, not moving and not talking. Even the expression on the face has not changed much. Xia Mengling didn't know if he had a better.
"I asked my friends to take a little fever and pain and relieve pain." Xia Meng turned around, and before the phone was dialed out, he was snatched by the cold Yan Si Ming, "No, you can't die."
He bit his lips tightly, but when he was talking, the teeth collided with the teeth, making a trembling sound.
Can't die? Xia Mengyu looked at Yan Siming, who had a pale face, was it for him, as long as he hadn't died, it would not be a great injury. This is what he said. How can he say this?
"You will die like this, do you know?" Xia Mengying wanted to grab a mobile phone, and he was made of his hands on his hands, and the whole person fell into his arms.
But he was caught by him, she struggled, and her ears were depressed to the extremely weak voice. "Who would care?"
Xia Mengyu was originally prepared to struggle hard. When he heard such lonely words, he didn't move again, and then looked at Si Ming, and began to guess his life. It should not be Ning Ziqian's brother. Otherwise
People care?
"When my friend is coming, I will take you to the hospital. If you love it, no one will take care of you here."
At night, she and her mother and Aunt Zhang left. They all thought that she was looking for Ning Ziqian, but she would not worry, but she really didn't want them to continue misunderstanding.
Here, she will definitely not stay here, because of the tight nerves, she now feels sore in her body. She feels tired and tired, but stays with such a dangerous person.
Where dare to close her eyes?
Xia Mengling stared at Yan Siming finished and reached out. He originally wanted to push him away, but when he saw that he was stained with blood red shirts, he couldn't bear it, especially worried about touching his wound.
Staring at Yan Siming, his lips were still tightly pursed, and the handsome face was all weak.
"Yan Siming, you also met me."
Xia Mengling didn't get too much, and snorted heavily, and he murmured very annoyedly, just be a poor patient, don't be a man, don't care about the patient.
My anger.
Yan Siming's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and the sky outside the window gradually brightened. Xia Meng was lingering on Yan Siming's chest, lifted a heavy eyelid, and watched the down jacket under the body and the suit was wrapped tightly in a suit.
The Yan Siming, his face is still pale, but it may be because the pain has dissipated a lot. His eyebrows are stretched, and his lips are not as tight as square. His breathing is smooth, as if he has fallen asleep.
"Yan Siming." Xia Mengying screamed gently and tried to move. Her waist was held by Yan Siming. This posture was almost maintained for more than an hour.
People did not respond. She gently pushed the confession Siming. Seeing that he hadn't responded, he thought he was asleep. Thinking of such a serious injury, he endured the pain and so on. No one believed it.
Wake him up, just carefully holding his hand on his waist.
Xia Mengying did not expect that Yan Siming was so tight that he took great effort to take his hand away. She stretched out the sore waist, and the mobile phone on the side suddenly shook.
When the phone number displayed on the top, when he got up to get the phone, the whole person tightened the whole person and fell into the arms of Si Ming again without warning.