Good night, Mr. Pei

Chapter 739 Do you feel pain for the rest of your life?
He wished he could lie under the car for her, bleed for her, and hurt for her.

"Qingci, don't you want to fight with me? You won... I finally know how much I care about you, so hold on, okay?" Ji Liunian said these words almost in a begging manner.

He never believed in God, nor in any gods and Buddhas.

Now, he didn't know who he was praying to, but he had to pray.

The one under the car was the woman he cared about.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes.

Song Qingci closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, she heard the car door being slammed hard, and he heard someone calling her.

But she couldn't open her eyes, the sharp pain in her body made her eyebrows tightly knit together, there was no pain anywhere in her body, her hands seemed to be shackled by something heavy, and there seemed to be a pungent smell in her breath, mixed The smell of blood.

She didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Eyelids struggled and trembled, and soon returned to deathly silence.

……

When Song Qingci woke up, it was already completely dark.

The night outside the window was pitch black, like a huge black curtain shrouded in it, and the neon lights of the skyscrapers outside the window were like the night sky, bright and somewhat dazzling.

Song Qingci opened her eyes, her brows frowned in pain.

She saw the man standing by the French window with his back to her.

The man was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, short black hair, and the white shirt looked a little messy. Even the man's voice was dark and hoarse, which made her feel a little strange.

But that was Ji Liunian's voice.

Even though she was dizzy and screamed for sharp pain everywhere in her body, she still recognized Ji Liunian at a glance.

Why is she in the hospital?

Song Qingci closed her eyes, and gasped in pain when she thought about what happened before she fell into a coma, but maybe because of Ji Liunian's presence, she felt inexplicably at ease.

"Ji Liunian."

Song Qingci cried out with difficulty.

Hearing the sound, Ji Liunian turned around immediately. When the man's brows were originally twisted into Sichuan characters, when he saw her, the worried expression on his face suddenly faded a little.

With his long legs, he walked to the hospital bed in two or three steps, his voice was low and hoarse, but it was rare and gentle.

"It's all right. I've checked you. Although the injury is serious, it won't leave any sequelae, not even a scar. Don't worry." Even Ji Liunian himself I didn't realize how gentle his voice was, his nervous voice was even a little trembling, the man's big palm instinctively held her bruised hand, and there was still a needle stuck in the back of the hand.

He wanted to squeeze her tightly tightly to make himself sure that she was awake, but he didn't dare to forcefully squeeze her bruised hand rashly, he just held it empty, like holding a treasure.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

It hurts, and every part of my body is clamoring for that kind of sharp pain.

But she is Song Qingci.

She would not shed tears because of the rest of her life, she pursed her dry lips, forced a smile, and shook her head slightly.

Ji Liunian's clear face was tense, and his gloomy eyebrows sank a bit.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't laugh, it's too ugly. It's uglier than crying!"

Song Qingci was stung by his words, she didn't know where she moved, and she hissed in pain.

Ji Liunian's face turned pale, and he shouted in a cold voice, "Doctor! Come here quickly!"

(End of this chapter)