Shangguan Rui's thin lips curled up slightly, naturally he would not miss such a good opportunity, he slammed his backhand, and directly pulled him into his arms.

The strength was not well controlled, and Sikong Lingge's head just hit the injured part.

Shangguan Rui frowned and couldn't help but hum in a low voice.

"Are you okay?" Sikong Lingge immediately nervously helped him to sit on a chair beside him.

"It's okay." The wound was painful, but Shangguan Rui looked very happy.

Sikong Lingge checked and found that there was a faint red smudge on the gauze.

Frowning, there is no air traffic control to deal with the divorce, and said anxiously, "The wound is bleeding, let's go to the lawyer's office in two days, go home and rest first."

With that said, he was about to call the bodyguard and ask him to drive the car over.

Before he could dial the number, the phone was pressed away.

"Shangguan Rui?"

"Today's work is over today." Shangguan Rui turned off the phone with a blank expression on his face, and removed the battery.

"..." Sikong Lingge, "It's your wound."

"Can't die."

"Shangguan Rui..." Sikong Lingge knew that that injury was nothing to Shangguan Rui.

Zhixing also said that with her here, Shangguan Rui will be fine.

Although he understands this, Sikong Lingge still can't control his emotions, and can't help but worry——

Afraid of Shangguan Rui's wound hurting, afraid of Shangguan Rui's wound being infected...

Especially after witnessing the death and the grief of the family just now...

Sikong Lingge's chest was throbbing, he always felt very uneasy, and his eyelids kept twitching.

Sikong Lingge didn't know what was going on with him either.

Those are just strangers to her——

With so many patients in the hospital, some people die while others are born. This is a normal law of nature.

During Shangguan Rui's surgery, a patient in the next ward also passed away. Apart from regret and fear for life, Sikong Lingge didn't feel much.

Why can't Dudu let go of that scene in the morning for a long time?

Sikong Lingge really couldn't figure it out.

Is it possible...these people really know each other?

Sikong Lingge frowned, recalling the situation just now, trying hard to find clues from the vague figure in his memory...

"Sir, can you please sign for us?" A crisp female voice sounded in my ear.

Sikong Lingge came back to his senses, and found that the person speaking was a girl with flower bud hair, about seventeen or eighteen years old, she looked like a high school student, but it might be a freshman.

Sikong Lingge is not very good at recognizing people,

She held the notebook in her hand, her eyes sparkled and filled with admiration.

Behind him, there are several girls of similar age and dress, who should be classmates or buddies.

only--

Shangguan Rui is not a star, and he rarely shows his face in the media...

Sikong Lingge didn't understand, why did they come to Shangguan Rui to ask for his autograph?

Or does Shangguan Rui have an identity that she doesn't know about?

Just as I was surprised, the young girl spoke again, "We are freshmen in the School of Design. We have listened to Mr. MR.L's lectures, and we really like your works..."

design?work?

Sikong Lingge became more and more confused the more he listened, he had no idea what these little girls were talking about.

Normally, Shangguan Rui would never pay attention to girls who strike up a conversation.

However, today, he made an exception and signed for those little girls.

He even agreed to their request for a group photo.

Sikong Lingge stood aside, watching a few little girls from a distance, leaning intimately next to Shangguan Rui for a group photo, feeling sore in his chest.

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