After wearing the book, the male protagonist and I are mortal enemies.

Chapter 92 Injured
At this time, no one noticed, a man wearing a peaked cap squeezed into the crowd, wearing a thick coat, holding a hammer in his hand, and knocked on the car window——

Qiao Yue happened to take Wen Ning's coat off her head and witnessed this scene!
It's too late to stop it!
The window glass of the car smashed a hole with the hammer, and the rest of the car cracked like a spider web flower at that point. With a "pop", glass shards of different sizes rushed into the car.

Qiao Yue swung the jacket over Wen Ning's head with lightning speed, and threw herself towards her again, enveloping her firmly.

As the glass hit him, the commercial vehicle was forced to stop by the loud noise, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Qiao Yue lay on Wen Ning's back and frowned. She could feel the pain from the glass scratching her skin and piercing into her flesh. She opened her eyes.

A coldness slid down the corner of her forehead, the picture in front of her became more and more blurred, and she smelled a bloody smell.

Wen Ning was terrified, and shouted "Qiao Yue" while getting up from her protection.

But Qiao Yue couldn't hear anymore, as if she had lost her bones, she softened and leaned forward, with the weight of her head falling on her shoulders.

"Qiao Yue, Qiao Yue!" Wen Ning was terrified, her voice trembling, seeing Qiao Yue's porcelain-white left arm pierced into the skin by fine glass, bloody and bloody, she suddenly felt a chill on her shoulder.

She hurriedly turned Qiao Yue's face over, and saw the blood continuously flowing down her forehead.

Seeing this, the few reporters who were closest covered their mouths and said "ah", and backed away again and again.

They just obeyed the arrangement and came here to cause trouble. By the way, at the end of the month, they were able to dig up first-hand information to improve their performance, and they didn't want to cause trouble!
The man with the hammer is long gone, as if the man had never been there.

Wen Ning's face was pale, she tried her best to keep Qiao Yue on her shoulder in the most comfortable posture, and said in a low and cold voice, "Get out!"

Facing the group of nonsense reporters.

This was the first time that Wen Ning faced the media with a vicious look.

Public figures are most taboo to lose their manners in front of the camera.

Wen Ning: "Drive!"

The driver moved the car without a moment's delay.

A few reporters who engraved their professionalism in their minds chased after them: "Miss Wen, Miss Wen..."

"..."

Yuncheng First Hospital.

In a luxurious ward, the atmosphere was silent, with two unclosed light-colored curtains swaying with the cool summer wind.

A girl in a blue-and-white striped hospital gown had pale lips, her neck and head were wrapped in gauze, the small wounds on her arms were cleaned up, and a bandage was put on after it was free of bacteria.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, like a sick Sleeping Beauty.

Outside the ward, a man in black stood at the door, half of his three-dimensional profile was in the shadows, his emotions could not be seen clearly, his tall and tall figure was extremely cold, like a wall, lonely and stubborn, no one was allowed people approach.

The hand on his side was in the pocket of his trousers, the fabric was wrinkled and deformed, and it was obvious that the hand inside had been tightly clenched into a fist, and the dark phoenix eyes suddenly appeared, and the aura of lifelessness was wantonly scattered around.

No need to receive any more calls, as soon as the news came out, he rushed over in a private jet, but it turned out to be a step too late!
In the distance, Wen Ning was wearing a coat, her mask and hat covered her entire face, her head was buried very low.

Nurses or doctors who pass by her from time to time will ask her if she needs help as if they care about the patients.

"Ma'am, are you here for surgery? Do you need any help?" asked a little nurse holding a needle.

Wen Ning waved her hand and refused for the fifth time.

Guo Xu came out of the elevator, holding a transparent plastic bag with two bottles of mineral water in his hand. When he saw Wen Ning, his voice softened because he was close to his boss: "I can see that you are also worried about Qiao... Miss Qiao, why don't you go over there?"

Wen Ning hesitated to speak, and finally chose to turn her attention to Qi Shengyu who was standing in front of the ward, her answer.

She was thinking that Qiao Yue was injured in order to protect her. Even though Qiao Yue was only slightly injured, she felt extremely guilty, but would she dare?
Guo Xu pursed his lips and understood Wen Ning's behavior.

After all, what happened this time was aimed at her. When the glass fell, it was her who wanted to destroy it, not Qiao Yue, but Qiao Yue blocked it. Can the boss not be angry?
But Qiao Yue's move surprised him.

To actually protect Wen Ning so well...

The entertainment industry has never been sincere, let alone loyal. Is this something a temporary assistant can do?
"Then I'll go." Guo Xu said.

In the end, after Wen Ning saw Guo Xu walking over with her own eyes, she said a word, and Qi Shengyu frightened him away with a glance of black eyes.

"I think the air here is better." Guo Xu stood beside her, retreating to a safe distance from his boss.

Wen Ning: "What did you say to Boss Qi?"

Guo Xu said frankly: "I suggest that he go into the ward so that he can better guard Ms. Qiao."

Then he was blasted away with a look.

Wen Ning looked at him like a single dog.

She was guilty, but Mr. Qi was remorseful and heartbroken. He blamed himself and dared not face Qiao Yue who was lying inside.

……

Qiao Yue didn't wake up until eight o'clock at night.

Her eyelids were too heavy, and she barely opened them, exposed to the dim light.

Qiao Yue turned her head, and there was no sound around her. Her vision was blurred, and she wanted to follow the light of the lamp, but her head hurt badly.

She touched her head and found that her head was wrapped with gauze, and the back of her left hand was pricked with a needle, and she had pantothenic acid. Her current appearance was no different from that of a disabled person.

Qiao Yue looked up at the ceiling, then turned her gaze to see one or two drops of water falling from the infusion bottle, and recalled that she passed out after helping Wen Ning block the glass, so what about Wen Ning? ?
Are you going to face those mad dog reporters alone again?
Qiao Yue got scared after thinking about it, so she sat up quickly, pulled out the needle and got out of bed.

It's just that maybe her head was still dizzy, or her body was weak, she didn't take two steps, her feet went limp, she fell to the ground, and even knocked over the table next to her.

With a bang, the door of the ward was pushed open at the same time.

Qi Shengyu's handsome eyebrows never relaxed, and a steaming towel was still hanging on his wrist, so he just caught her eyes.

Even in the dim surroundings, Qiao Yue could still recognize the man's appearance.

Qi Shengyu?
Just when she was a little surprised why he was here, the other party had already strode towards her.

Dark shadows enveloped the light in her eyes, the room was pitch black, with only one dim bedside lamp, the atmosphere was just right.

A certain color of waste in Qiao Yue's mind couldn't help springing up again.

The male and female protagonists in novels are generally the easiest to be moved...emotionally in such an environment.

"Qi, Qi Shengyu, you..."

Before Qiao Yue finished speaking, Qi Shengyu put his hands under her armpits, lifted her gently, and put her on the bed.

"Does it hurt to fall?"

(End of this chapter)