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In the evening, the red clouds spread all over the sky, and the whole country X was shrouded in the glow.

Now, Zhiqiu wakes up slightly.

Before I opened my eyes, I smelled the strong smell of disinfectant coming from the tip of my nose.

He frowned unconsciously.

Donald has been staring at him without moving his eyes. At this moment, he sees the change of Zhiqiu. He stares at Zhiqiu nervously.

Zhiqiu slightly opened his eyes. What came into his eyes was the snow-white ceiling, and his consciousness gradually returned.

He remembered that he and Donald were in the rental house, and Donald's enemies came after him. Then he blocked Donald's knife. At the moment, he should be in the hospital.

"Zhiqiu, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Donald asked when he saw Zhiqiu open his eyes.

Zhiqiu turned her head and saw Donald's anxious look.

He thought to himself that he was not lying in the hospital because of himself.

He rolled his eyes at Donald and didn't speak.

Donald was even more nervous when he saw Zhiqiu.

Looking down Donald's line of sight, you can see Zhiqiu's thin and thick eyelashes.

Donald came forward unconsciously.

Zhiqiu didn't hear the voice from behind. She was wondering. Just turning her head, she just saw Donald's close face.

Before approaching, Zhiqiu immediately stepped back and covered his chest with a quilt: "what are you doing? Don't come over?"

Donald was a little embarrassed to get caught on the spot.

He touched the tip of his nose: "I just want to see your injury."

Zhiqiu wouldn't believe his nonsense. He pointed to Donald: "you can see it standing there. You don't have to be so close to me."

"Get closer and look more carefully," Donald said as he moved towards Zhiqiu.

Seeing that he was so brazenly playing rogue, Zhiqiu was speechless.

He was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He pointed to Donald: "you..."

Before he finished, Zhiqiu felt a pain in his waist.

It should be that I pulled the wound when I moved my body just now. That's why it's like this.

Zhiqiu covered his waist, and his face turned white as soon as it was a little bloody.

Donald's smiling face froze in place in an instant. He wanted to touch Zhiqiu but didn't dare to touch it. He seemed at a loss.

"Zhiqiu, what's the matter with you? I'll go to see the doctor," Donald said, and immediately got up and walked outside the door.

"Wait." Zhiqiu saw this and immediately stopped Donald.

Donald stopped, turned his head and looked at Zhiqiu: "what's the matter?"

"Don't go." Zhiqiu lay in bed and felt much better.

He is not a girl. This little injury and pain can be tolerated.

In the past, when he was on a mission, he didn't get medical treatment for the knife injury in time, but he still carried it.

"Why not? What if the wound is infected?" Donald thought it would be safer to find a doctor.

If he was cut down by a knife, he would be able to run around the world alive the next day, but Zhiqiu is different from him. Zhiqiu is more refined and expensive.

"It's not a woman. I can't bear the pain. Don't call a doctor. I'll just lie down." Zhiqiu said, sliding down the pillow and lying flat on the bed.

"Don't talk!" Donald just wanted to speak, when he saw Zhiqiu lose a word.

Donald was afraid that Zhiqiu would be angry and pull his wound again. He didn't dare to make a noise and sat quietly aside.

Zhiqiu looked at the ceiling. He was a man who cherished his life. He knew his own physical condition better than anyone.

This little injury is not a worry.

But he was worried. He rashly blocked Donald's knife. He knew that the painting would not let him go.

Maybe I'll nag him for ten days and a half months.

At the thought of knowing painting, Zhiqiu has a headache.

Zhiqiu guessed right. Li Junting knew as soon as he was injured and sent to the hospital.

Because in the vicinity of Cho's residence, Li Junting's eyeliner is arranged, one is to ensure the safety of knowing the autumn, and the second is to observe Donald's movements.

But unexpectedly, Zhiqiu went to the hospital on the first day Donald appeared.

Zhihua sat on the sofa, looking very angry.

She shoved fruit into her mouth and chewed it hard to vent her anger.

Seeing her like this, Feng Jinbei felt that he couldn't see it. He walked over and grabbed the fruit plate in Zhihua's hand: "OK, don't eat."

When the fruit was taken away, she knew that the painting didn't vent. She slapped on the table with anger: "Zhiqiu is too ignorant. Who is Donald? He doesn't know? He still blocks the knife for Donald. I can't wait for him to be stabbed more!"

Donald has so many lives on his hands, and being hurt also alleviates his evil.

Did Zhiqiu go to block the knife for him? I don't understand the painting.

"Zhiqiu must have his idea of doing this. He is not a child anymore. He has combat experience. What can you be angry about?" Feng Jinbei also got along with Zhiqiu and probably knows Zhiqiu's temper.

Zhiqiu doesn't seem sensible. In fact, his mind is particularly delicate and his work is organized.

Zhihua seems to know everything. Sometimes she needs Zhiqiu to help her deal with the aftermath.

Zhiqiu always pays silently where Zhihua can't see, but these Zhihua don't understand, and always treat Zhiqiu as a child.

In fact, she is the least sensible person.

"I just don't understand why Zhiqiu did that. It would be easier if Donald died?" they didn't have to do it.

"Zhiqiu probably thinks that it's easier to get close to Donald after saving him. That's why he did it." Feng Jinbei's guess is like this. He probably can understand Zhiqiu's idea of doing so.

"Zhiqiu has a sense of propriety. If you don't trust him, you can go and see him." Fengjin went on. Zhiqiu and Zhihua grew up together since childhood.

Zhiqiu is hurt. Zhihua must feel uncomfortable.

Feng Jinbei felt that the wording of the previous sentence was not quite right, so he added the latter sentence.

"Look at him? Why should I look at this little rabbit? He's not obedient? He doesn't call a phone when something happens. He doesn't have my sister at all. Call and call. I'm cheap. Why call him!" Zhihua scolded and went upstairs.

Feng Jinbei sat on the sofa confused. He didn't know what he said provoked Zhihua. Was he wrong? Why is Zhihua suddenly angry?

Li Junting came in from the outside and saw Fengjin looking at the entrance of the stairs with a blank face. He probably guessed what had happened.

He patted Feng Jinbei on the shoulder: "their two siblings have always been like this. Zhihua said so. In fact, he was very worried about Zhiqiu. It's all right. It'll be all right after this time."

Feng Jinbei nodded and silently smoked his mouth in his heart.

He shouldn't be cheap to comfort Zhihua.