However, the person in front of her at this time was different.
He was Song Mobei, the person she had liked for many years.
She never thought that he, who had always been serious about words, would suddenly flirt with her like this.
She admitted that she was indeed thinking of ways to get her hands on him and knock him down all the time.
But she is a doctor with integrity after all.
How could she take advantage of him while he is injured now?
Seeing Jian Ruoxi's ears that suddenly turned pale pink, Song Mobei's eyes darkened.
Not only did he not let go of her hand, but he moved closer to her.
"Why am I wrong?
Didn't you just want to touch me here?"
After Song Mobei finished speaking, he moved his clenched hands a little closer to his chest.
The hot air spraying in her ears made Jian Ruoxi's heart tighten, and then she looked away with an unnatural expression on her face, trying to put some distance between the two of them.
When she felt that Song Mobei was getting closer to her, Jian Ruoxi couldn't help but pull out her right hand, stood up with a panic face, looked away with flickering eyes, and said hesitantly: "Well, Youyou and the others should be here soon, I'm going out have a look."
After Jian Ruoxi finished speaking, she quickly ran out of the bedroom without waiting for Song Mobei to answer.
After closing the door, Jian Ruoxi leaned against the wall, patted her rapidly beating heart, and curled her lips secretly.
What does it mean to touch him here, touch him there?
She obviously didn't touch him anywhere, okay?
She was looking, hearing and asking, looking, hearing and asking, okay?
He said it so ambiguously that she almost thought that she had really touched him somewhere that she shouldn't have touched.
The bedroom at this time no longer had the ambiguity and charm it had just now.
After seeing Jian Ruoxi walking out of the bedroom, the teasing look on Song Mobei's face had long since disappeared.
At this time, he was frowning, lowering his head in pain, looking at the gauze on his abdomen stained red with blood.
Song Mobei thought for a moment, then reached out and slowly untied the gauze wrapped around his waist.
When he saw the bleeding wound on his right abdomen, his eyebrows suddenly sank, and his eyes were filled with an icy chill.
Thinking of this incident, Song Mobei couldn't help but take the mobile phone nearby and dialed an unnamed phone number.
"I'm in Jian Ruoxi's apartment now.
When you come over, go to the drugstore and buy some anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine."
"OK."
After hearing the other party's answer, Song Mobei hung up the phone.
After putting down the phone, Song Mobei slowly leaned his back against the head of the bed, biting his lower lip and resisting the severe pain in his abdomen.
Thinking of Jian Ruoxi's helpless expression just now, he subconsciously looked at the bedroom door, a hint of complexity quickly flashed through his dark eyes.
How could he not understand Jian Ruoxi's thoughts about him all along?
However, compared to the love between his children, he had more important things to do now.
Thinking of the clues found during this period and the injuries on his abdomen, Song Mobei couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness and gloom in his eyes.
The suddenly opened door made Song Mobei, who was deep in thought, come back to his senses.
When he saw Song Qingyou appearing at the door with a worried look on his face, Song Mobei's dark eyes suddenly warmed up, and he subconsciously pulled up the quilt. , covering the wound on his abdomen.
Before he could say anything, Song Qingyou's anxious voice came.
"Brother, what happened?
Why are you injured?"
Song Mobei has been injured in the past when he went abroad to perform missions, but this time, didn't he stay in the military area well?
How could he suffer such a serious injury and spend all his time just for you?
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