Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

The heating of Qiao's house breaks down suddenly, Qiao Yi suddenly feels incomparable chill.

This winter is the coldest for Qiao Yi.

He tossed and turned in bed, still not asleep, suddenly someone patted the door outside the door, very loud and hard, but intermittent.

Qiao Yi gets out of bed and opens the door. As soon as he opens the door, he smells a smell of blood. Then Su Jinse stands in front of him bloody.

"Su Jinse..." he was shocked: "what are you doing?"

"Qiao Yi." She was too painful to speak and fell into his arms: "I can't do that knife in the back."

Qiao Yi looked down in amazement and noticed that she was holding a knife full of blood in her hand. She tried to insert it into his hand: "I've written the suicide note... Just stick it down. I'll write it as suicide, which has nothing to do with you..."

"Su Jinse..." Qiao Yi stretched out her hand to hold her, but her hand was full of blood. She couldn't hold it. Only the sharp dagger remained in his hand, and Su Jinse fell to the ground.

She was like a blood colored rose, which was folded from the branches and thrown to the side of the road.

Qiao Yi released his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

"Su Jinse..." there is no language to describe his shock at the moment. There is only one sentence in his mind: this woman is crazy.

He was stunned for a few seconds. He immediately bent down to pick up Su Jinse and rushed downstairs. Su Jinse didn't completely lose consciousness in his arms. Her hand held Qiao Yi's sleeve.

"Qiao Yi, are you going to take me to the hospital?"

"Shut up..." Qiao Yi took her out of the door, put her on the back of the car, and then jumped into the cab.

He started the car and shot it out like a shell. Su Jinse lay dying in the back seat.

But she's still talking: "if you're not going to kill me, you're going to let me go."

Qiao Yi looks at her in the rearview mirror. Her black hair is covered with the ground, and her white robe is covered with blood. Only her face and arms are snow white.

These distinct colors form a strong color contrast, like a terrible oil painting.

Qiao Yi turns his head and continues to drive.

Su Jinse fell down from the back seat, stretched out his hand to hold the corner of Qiao Yi's clothes, panted: "if you want to save me, you promise to let me go from now on, or you will stab me to death."

Qiao Yi looks down, holds his bloody hand at the corner of his coat, ignores her and drives the car all the way to the hospital.

He sent Su Jinse to the emergency room, and his heart was still beating.

Ding Fugui came to see Qiao Yi's blood and was scared: "Mr. Qiao, are you ok?"

"Have you got the clothes?" Qiao Yi asked.

"Here it is." Ding Fugui quickly handed over Qiao Yi's clothes. The nurse came out of the emergency room and asked anxiously, "there is not much AB blood in the blood bank now. Mr. Qiao, are you AB blood?"

Qiao Yi really is not, Ding Fugui immediately said: "I am I am."

"Come here. We'll give you a blood test first."

"How's it going?" Qiao Yi asked.

"The knife didn't hit the point, but she lost too much blood and was delayed for a long time."

Su Jinse comes to pat the door and Qiao Yi takes her to the hospital. How can she be delayed?

Qiao Yi looks into the emergency room and sees Su Jinse lying on the bed in the emergency room. She is awake and her eyes are wide open looking at the ceiling.

The doctor stopped Qiao Yi outside: "Mr. Qiao, please wait outside. You can't come in yet."

Qiao Yi goes to change his clothes. Ding Fugui takes 500 cc of blood and sits on the bench to rest dizzily.

The nurse ran into the emergency room with a still hot blood bag. Ding Fugui slowed down for a while and said, "Mr. Qiao, what happened? How did Su Jinse do this? "

"Suicide." Qiao Yi said briefly.

"Ah." Ding Fugui opened his mouth wide in surprise: "suicide, why?"

"Ask her." Qiao Yi's voice is dull.

"She's really full of tricks." Even Ding Fugui couldn't help muttering to himself: "just now when I was giving blood transfusion, the nurse said that her knife was very deep. Fortunately, the bone was blocked, otherwise it would hit the heart a little bit. I thought, thought... "Ding Fugui hesitated.

Qiao Yi looked at him: "what do you think?"

"I thought." Ding Fugui whispered, "it's you."

Qiao Yi takes a deep breath, turns around the leader and looks ahead: "yes, I should have made it up at that time."

Ding Fugui looked at his face and said: "forget it, your face is still very white now!"