Thinking of the photo, Mo Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously looked into Lu Jingchen's pocket. \ The photo seems to be in the young master’s pocket But thinking that what Lu Jingchen hated most was touching his things without his permission, Mo Xiao quickly retracted his outstretched hand.
If Lu Jingchen knew that he had touched his things while he was unconscious, he would definitely die miserably.
Thinking of this, Mo Xiao immediately shook his head and whispered: "I don't know."
He just glanced at it and saw that the person in the photo was wearing a white dress.
As for whether it was beautiful or not, he didn't see it.
After hearing Mo Xiao's words, Mo Yue was a little curious, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, he carefully bandaged Lu Jingchen's wound.
After everything was taken care of, he slowly stood up and said to Mo Xiao: "Have someone come over here."
Clean up the bedroom."
Mo Yue had just bandaged Lu Jingchen's wound.
For convenience, he cut off his bloody shirt and put him into clean clothes.
At this time, the ground was covered with gauze stained with blood and pieces of cloth here and there.
"OK."
Mo Xiao responded softly, covered Lu Jingchen with a quilt on the bed, and walked out of the bedroom with Mo Yue.
The next morning, the bright sunshine shone through the curtains into the hospital ward.
Song Qingyou, who had been in a coma all night, slowly opened his eyes, and a blurry outline slowly entered his eyes.
Song Qingyou raised his hand to rub his somewhat confused eyes, then opened them again, and what came into view was Ye Guanqing's tired and soft face.
Seeing Ye Guanqing in front of her, Song Qingyou was slightly startled, and the blurry figure from last night suddenly flashed in her mind. why is he here Could it be that he saved her last night?
Song Qingyou carefully looked at Ye Guanqing, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed, with an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes.
The soldier's keen perception made Ye Guanqing quickly open his eyes.
When he saw Song Qingyou, who was staring at him in a daze, a sunny and warm smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face.
Seeing Song Qingyou wake up, Ye Guanqing finally felt relieved after having been worried all night.
Ye Guanqing reached out and touched Song Qingyou's forehead.
After making sure that the temperature on her forehead had returned to normal, he couldn't help but feel relieved and asked softly: "Are you thirsty?
Do you want to drink water?"
Song Qingyou was sent to the hospital last night.
After a doctor's examination, it was discovered that she had indeed been addicted to drugs with aphrodisiac effects.
Song Qingyou, who was flushed and hot all the way, slowly calmed down after taking a sedative.
Seeing Song Qingyou staring at him without saying a word, Ye Guanqing stretched out his hand to touch his cheek unnaturally, and asked doubtfully: "There is something on my face."
Otherwise, why does she keep looking at him like this?
Song Qingyou didn't answer his question, but looked at him steadily, with doubts in her eyes.
"The person last night was you" Song Qingyou remembered that last night, when she was unconscious, she bit the person who saved her severely.
But now she stared at Ye Guanqing's lips for a long time, and there was no sign of being bitten, so she couldn't help but confirm.
Hearing this, the smile on Ye Guanqing's face suddenly froze, and he tightly clenched his hands at his side, thought for a moment, and then slowly replied: "It's me."
The low voice contained some inexplicable emotions.
Seeing the look on Ye Guanqing's face, Song Qingyou couldn't help but look at him strangely and remained silent.
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