The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 354 An Inexplicable Fate with the Hospital (Third Watch)
The snow was falling one after another, and the pair of Bi people embracing under the tree not far away was as beautiful as a painting.

Bai Miao was shocked, "That's..."

She seemed to have never seen that man before, with that monstrously handsome face, he simply killed everyone in the entertainment circle.

"What are you waiting for, get in the car!" Fei Li came out of nowhere while driving the car, and shouted at her.

At the same time, Qian Yu's nanny car also arrived and honked the horn as a signal.

Looking at the two people embracing each other closely in the distance, Qian Yu's eyes dimmed, then she turned and walked towards her car.

Bai Miao saw that Qian Yu had left, and Fei Li was waiting, so she also walked away.

When she got in the car, she couldn't help but look in Ji Qian's direction, "Sister Fei Li, are we leaving Sister Qian alone?"

"Her men are here, so I don't want to be that coolie. Let's go." After finishing speaking, Fei Li started the car and left.

her man?
Bai Miao was startled, Ji Qian was in love, and her manager knew about it, and threw her to that man with such confidence!

This... is a bit beyond her imagination.

However, remembering the previous glimpse and Qian Yu's reaction, she couldn't help looking through the rearview mirror at the nanny car passed by Feili.

It seems that Qian Yu should also know.

No wonder he never took the initiative to pursue Sister Qian. It turned out that the famous woman had someone to tell, and the opponent was still such a man. Just by his appearance and temperament, he knew that he was definitely not someone in the pool.

She used to think that Ji Qian didn't even look down on Qian Yu, so what kind of man would she like?

Today, I finally have the answer.

It's like a pair of Bi people made in heaven, standing together like that, there is absolutely no third person who can get in.

As the snow fell, she rolled up the car window, shutting out her complicated thoughts.

Everyone has their own life, why look at other people's, she Bai Miao is also the protagonist of her own life, isn't she?
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Ji Qian looked up at the man's handsome face, her eyes were a little dizzy, and she smiled foolishly, "Song Zhen, am I dreaming?"

"Have you been drinking?" The man could not help asking, smelling the alcohol.

Ji Qian looked at him for a moment, only felt that this dream was so real, he was so close in front of her eyes, she even hugged herself.

The man laughed, reached out and pinched her face, his voice was low and sweet, "Is it still a dream?"

"Song, Song Zhen?" Ji Qian opened her eyes wide because of the pain, she woke up at that moment, and then jumped happily, "Song Zhen!"

Song Zhen hurriedly opened his arms to catch her.

"I wasn't dreaming? I wasn't dreaming!" she exclaimed happily, her lips parted in a grin.

Song Zhen was infected by her, and there was a smile between his brows. Afraid that she would fall, he patted her lightly with his palm and reminded: "Be honest."

How could she be honest, her face was full of joy, and she couldn't help asking: "Why are you here!"

"You're done, can I not come?" Song Zhen raised his eyebrows.

Ji Qian pursed her lips with great effort, but the smile still escaped from her big eyes, and the corners of her brows and eyes were full of joy.

Song Zhen simply hugged her like this, then opened the car door and put her on it.

She tugged at him, unwilling to let go.

"Don't make trouble, it's cold outside, you should catch a cold soon." Song Zhen coaxed.

Ji Qian shook her head, acting like a baby.

Song Zhen pinched her face, quickly tapped her lips, and then coaxed her into the car.

Then he helped her fasten her seat belt, closed the car door for her, and walked around the front of the car towards the main driver's seat.

"Where are you going?" Ji Qian couldn't help asking when he got into the car.

"Are you still dizzy?" Song Zhen asked.

"Ahhhhhh!" Ji Qian wanted to shake her head, but the sneeze made her cry, so she nodded.

"Then go back and rest."

"Well, Ah Sneeze!" One couldn't hold back, and another sneezed.

She wiped her nose, but she was secretly happy.

It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, so she doesn't want to blow the cold wind outside. At this time, she should go back to the hotel. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky outside, and the room is warm. Wouldn't it be better for the two of them to be together?
"What are you thinking?" Hearing her smirk, Song Zhen couldn't help but glanced at her from the side of her head, thinking in her heart that she would have to find some cold medicine for her to take first when she went back.

With low music playing and the air conditioner turned on in the car, Ji Qian looked at him sideways and shook her head, "I didn't think about anything, I was just happy! By the way, why are you here? Today is Tuesday."

"I came here after asking for leave, so you are allowed to come to see me in G City, but I am not allowed to come to Luchuan to see you?" Song Zhen turned her head to look at her.

"Well... where did that car come from?"

"I borrowed it from Director Qin."

It took a while for Ji Qian to realize, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Feng?"

"Ah."

"By the way, Brother Feng also went to the foundation laying ceremony of Tongshan Film and Television City last week. What happened to him and Mo Changge? Didn't Brother Feng claim to have recovered his memory?"

"How much did you drink this time?" Song Zhen asked without answering.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qian wondered.

"The thinking is quite quick, it seems that he is not particularly drunk."

"..."

Song Zhen couldn't help but smiled: "The two of them are just like that, they can't run away. But you, will you lose your memory when you wake up tomorrow?"

Ji Qian was so embarrassing, she would break up when she drank, it was really the same as amnesia.

At this moment, the phone rang. It was a WeChat message from Han Zhixian, which probably meant that she had arrived home safely.

Ji Qian sent another message asking her about the termination of the contract, and when she learned that she had successfully terminated the contract, she congratulated her.

But I don't know if it was because of drinking before or because she was playing with her mobile phone now, she started to feel dizzy after sending a few messages, and then she stopped sending altogether.

It's just that after putting down the phone, the previous dizziness seemed to be more intense.

Her head was dizzy, and when she returned to the hotel, Ji Qian felt that her head had become a mess.

"What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable?" Song Zhen asked quickly.

Ji Qian rubbed her temples and shook her head. Song Zhen knew that she might be drinking, so she immediately took her back to the room.

After she sat on the bed, he was about to get up and help her twist the towel to wash her face, but who knew that the little guy grabbed his hand, tilted his head to look at him, pursed his mouth and asked, "Why did you shave your beard? "

Song Zhen couldn't laugh or cry, didn't she always want him to shave his beard?
"Forget it, don't argue with the little drunk." He shook his head.Seeing how uncomfortable she was, he helped her take off her coat and shoes, and then stuffed her into the bed.

"Where are you going?" Ji Qian was afraid that he would leave, so she grabbed him again.

"Wring out the towel for you to wash your face, my dear."

Ji Qian smacked her lips, then let go.

Pinching her face, Song Zhen smiled and said, "Wait."

It's just that when Song Zhen came back, Ji Qian was nowhere to be seen, only a high bulge in the quilt.

This girl, is she going to suffocate herself to death?
"Jissy? Come out and wash your face. After washing your face, let's take two cold medicines to prevent colds." He sat down, holding the towel in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to pull the quilt.

As a result, the girl crushed the quilt tightly, but she didn't let him pull it away.

"Stop making trouble, come on, wipe off your face before going to sleep."

"No, don't wash your face." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

Looking at the steaming towel in his hand, Song Zhen felt a little helpless, "Don't wash it?"

"Well, don't wash it."

Song Zhen had a headache, so he could only threaten, "Then I'm leaving."

"No!" The voice sounded coquettish and crying, with a slight nasal sound.

Fearing that she would be bored, Song Zhen had no choice but to ask softly: "Then what do you want?" But he leaned out to grab the corner of the quilt that was not crushed to death by her.

Grasping the quilt with his hand, he exerted a little force and pulled it in his direction.

Who knows that the next moment, Ji Qian stood up and put the quilt on him.

"Hey hey!" she laughed, obviously drunk.

Song Zhen quickly tore off the quilt and couldn't help sighing, "You little drunk!"

Then he pulled her away and reached out to help her wipe her face.

Ji Qian shook her head, and Song Zhen didn't dare to use too much force, she just said softly, "A clean boy is only after washing his face."

Ji Qian seemed to understand, she blinked and asked him, "Is there any reward for the good boy?"

"award?"

Ji Qian then closed her eyes and moved her face closer.

Song Zhen shook her head, feeling like she had raised a little girl, and was about to get close to her, but she turned her head suddenly.

"I want a big reward." She smiled, and then took the towel from his hand.

……

After 2 minutes, Song Zhen finally realized that this girl was pretending to be drunk to lie to him!

only--

He grabbed Ji Qian's hand, "Wait a minute."

Ji Qian looked up blankly, then watched him get up, and then heard the sound of the door closing.

"Song Zhen!" she shouted, but he really went out!

Ji Qian immediately rolled angrily like a deflated ball.

Gradually, her head began to ache, and she had been messing around here with dizziness, and only then did she feel particularly uncomfortable in her body.

When Song Zhen came back, she saw her huddled under the quilt, her face was flushed, and she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Jissy?" He couldn't help shouting.

Hearing his voice, Ji Qian couldn't help humming: "Where have you been, woo..."

Song Zhen hurriedly reached out and touched her head, her eyes sank immediately, "You have a fever."

She drank wine today and blew a lot of cool breeze, and it took some time for the temperature of the air conditioner in the room to rise. It's no wonder she didn't catch a cold after tossing around in the room just now.

"It hurts..." she snorted.

"Where does it hurt?"

Ji Qian clutched her heart, "It hurts here..."

Song Zhen was amused and distressed at the same time, hurriedly helped her cover the quilt, and then took her clothes from the bedside table.

"Hey, let's get dressed and go to the hospital."

"Don't..." She closed her eyes and continued to hum, the corners of her eyes were still moist, looking pitiful.

Song Zhen kissed the corners of her eyes, but his hands were not slow. He quickly helped her tidy up, then carried her out of the house, and drove directly to the hospital.

It was already late at night, and Song Zhen was a little helpless when she had to go to the emergency room and watch over Ji Qian who was on an IV drip.

He found that when he was with Ji Qian, he seemed to have a special relationship with the hospital. Last time she went back to G City to attend Qiao Xia’s funeral, it was the same when he came to Luchuan to investigate the case. He didn’t expect to enter the hospital again this time. ...

(End of this chapter)