Spring night kiss

Chapter 7 Zhou Yinghuai, do you feel sorry for me?
The man was unconscious, with wounds all over his body. His face was pale and haggard, with blood stains on it.

Jiang Tan frowned and looked back, walked towards Su Yue, pulled her arm, and said urgently: "Su Yue, don't delay, let's leave quickly!"

Zhou Yinghuai stood by the window, incompatible with everything around him.

He had such a strong aura and was so cold that when Jiang Tan spoke, he turned his head slightly.

"Go for what?"

Jiang Tan was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhou Yinghuai was talking to him.

She said: "I went for a blood transfusion. There was not enough blood in the hospital. I am type A."

In recent years, the blood bank has been in constant shortage, and it is normal to have insufficient supplies.

Zhou Yinghuai's face was pale and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Su Yue was not a fool, and she could see that Zhou Yinghuai didn't want Jiang Tan to donate blood.But her brother was still lying on the hospital bed, asking her to say that he didn't need it, but she really couldn't say it.

Zhou Yinghuai came out and took Jiang Tan's arm. Jiang Tan subconsciously let go and whispered his name.

"Zhou Yinghuai"

"I go with you."

The blood donation room is in another building. In the middle of the night, the hospital is brightly lit, and you can see countless battered faces along the way.Zhou Yinghuai clasped Jiang Tan's shoulders and protected her in his arms to prevent others from bumping into her.

Jiang Tan only heard the passing wind and Zhou Yinghuai's steady heartbeat.

The two walked into the building and waited for the elevator. Jiang Tan raised her head in Zhou Yinghuai's arms and said, "Zhou Yinghuai, have you ever donated blood?"

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his eyes. Under the light, his skin was as white as a nobleman in an old century oil painting. His features were dignified and his voice was cold. He said, "No, there will be no such thing in the future."

Jiang Tan thought it was right, using Zhou Yinghuai's blood would shorten his life.

She made a long ending and said 'oh'.

Zhou Yinghuai pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Tan had a physical examination and was then arranged to have her blood drawn.

Zhou Yinghuai stood at the door of the blood donation room, thinking distractedly. The little girl was usually very delicate and could not take things lightly or seriously, but now it was good that she was going to the trouble for her friends and she was not afraid of pain at all.

In the middle of the night, another full 200ml of blood was drawn. Jiang Tan came out of the blood donation room feeling a little dizzy.

She saw Zhou Yinghuai standing at the door, his eyes locked on her, his face gradually turning livid and cold. He already had a strong sense of distance, and now he was even more distant and isolated.

He was rarely so angry, and he started to get angry visibly, so that for a moment, Jiang Tan was at a loss.

She suddenly stopped feeling dizzy, and hurriedly pulled Zhou Yinghuai's sleeve with her hand that wasn't drawing blood, saying in a soft voice: "It hurts."

The corridor of the hospital was lit like daylight. Zhou Yinghuai looked at Jiang Tan's white porcelain face and said lightly: "It hurts so much, forget it."

Jiang Tan felt that Zhou Yinghuai was more like someone who had been pumped 200ml.

Su Yue carefully sent the two of them to the door, not daring to express her anger.

Jiang Tan got in the car and saw the message Su Yue sent to her. Su Yue said, "Jiang Tan, your boyfriend looks so cold."

Jiang Tan couldn't help laughing.

This coldness is really appropriate.

She was smiling when she suddenly heard Zhou Yinghuai say: "You can still laugh, Jiang Tan, do you know what it means to act within your ability?"

Jiang Tan understood and wasn't angry at all, and smiled close to him.

Her eyes were crooked when she smiled, and her pupils were very dark, bright and cute.

"Do you feel sorry for me? Zhou Yinghuai, do you feel sorry for me?"

Zhou Yinghuai looked at Jiang Tan's lively face, pinched her chin, and kissed her hard.He kissed her hard, prying open the teeth, searching for every inch of air, and there was a strong sense of invasion.

Jiang Tan had just finished drawing blood and had no strength at all. She was like a fish out of water, obediently asking for whatever she asked.

Zhou Yinghuai's breath was slightly chaotic, but his expression was still cold and calm. He looked at Jiang Tan's gleaming eyes and said slowly: "Jiang Tan, you have to cherish your life."

The tip of Jiang Tan's nose felt sore inexplicably, and her eyes instantly turned red.Zhou Yinghuai probably didn't expect her to react so much. He lowered his eyes, let go of his hand, and clicked to the end.

There was no words all the way, and the car got on the highway. Jiang Tan looked at the scenery outside the window. In the dead silence, his voice was hoarse: "Zhou Yinghuai, I really don't want to die if I like you."

The speed of the car increased, all the way to the red light.

Zhou Yinghuai stepped on the brakes, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

He looked at Jiang Tan and suddenly smiled, his smile cold and cold.

He stopped smiling and said with a serious expression, "Jiang Tan, I don't want to hurt you."

Jiang Tan didn't look back, she lowered her eyes and her eyes were already red.

The night in Mingyuan was bitingly cool. Jiang Tan didn't say a word the whole way, and without even looking at Zhou Yinghuai beside her, she went straight upstairs, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The place where the blood was drawn hurt, and after the blood vessel was punctured, there was a small bulge. Jiang Tan covered it with her hands, feeling unspeakably depressed.

The image of Zhou Yinghuai standing at the door of the blood donation room replayed over and over again in her mind, and she humbly wondered, does this count as a little bit of love?
Downstairs, Zhou Yinghuai was sitting on the sofa, eyes closed and deep in thought.

After a while, he called Zheng Heng.

He really couldn't do anything to Jiang Tan, so he just watched with cold eyes, as if he was causing trouble for himself.

Zheng Heng is a normal person, sleeping soundly at 3 a.m., so being interrupted like this certainly has a bad attitude.

"Zhou Yinghuai! It's so late at night that you're urging me to die!"

Zhou Yinghuai said: "Mingyuan is too remote. It is very troublesome to find someone to send something at this point."

Zheng Heng scratched his head irritably, his face turned green. He took a deep breath and sat up. There were two black balls under his eyes, and he said quietly: "You won't ask me to deliver anything, will you?"

Zhou Yinghuai acquiesced.

Zheng Heng cursed and put on his coat, "Tell me! What do you want me to give you? Master Zhou! You speak, and I will pluck all the stars in the sky for you!"

Zhou Yinghuai said: "The old hen still has ginseng."

Zheng Heng was so shocked that his steps were unsteady, he stumbled, and his phone almost flew out.Before he could curse, Zhou Yinghuai had already hung up the phone.

Zheng Heng thought angrily, people are really inferior to chickens these days!

His sleeping time is actually less valuable than a chicken!

Zheng Heng and Zhou Yinghuai have known each other for many years. They have seen Zhou Yinghuai's most energetic moments, and also seen him break up with everyone in the Zhou family in order to found the Weixi Group.

All kinds of things, too numerous to mention.
But I have never seen Zhou Yinghuai looking up recipes on his mobile phone and making chicken soup in the kitchen.

Zheng Heng drank the sweet peach juice in the refrigerator and frowned: "You are also 28 years old, so you should stay healthy! What kind of junk food is this!"

"Jiang Tan likes this brand best. Just drink one bottle and it will be enough." Zhou Yinghuai was cutting ginseng, his movements unfamiliar.

Zheng Heng was really happy, "I came all the way to deliver old hens to you, but you're not even willing to give me junk food?"

Zhou Yinghuai was still concentrating on cutting the ginseng. Just when Zheng Heng thought he wouldn't answer, the man said coldly: "Tantan is petty, don't steal her things."

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