President Ba’s Little Rose

Hearing his tough voice, the girl holding him stiffened suddenly.

Shen Xizhi's sobbing stopped, and the girl's soft hair brushed his face. She looked at him with blushing bunny eyes, with a very aggrieved expression: "Qiao Zong, you bastard."

What's the matter with her voice like coquettish and angry?

Qiao Zong frowned lightly between his eyebrows.

"You bastard." Shen Xizhi choked and said calmly.

Qiao Zong was scolded and confused, and didn't understand what the girl was thinking.

But looking at her bright red eyes, Qiao Zong's heart was soft and unreasonable. He had been scolded for no reason, he should be annoyed, but it was so full of fire that he couldn't send it out in front of her.

He hummed and asked her, "What then?"

The young girl was held in his arms by him, her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was red. She blinked her eyes and asked softly, "Are you dying?"

Qiao Zong nodded, his expression indifferent.

There was a small whimper in Shen Xizhi's throat, pitiful and pitiful like a small animal.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." The girl held Qiao Zong's hand tightly, "Will you not die?"

Qiao looked down, the girl's slender fingers were very hard, and the joints were all blue and white, pulling him, so desperately, like pulling the last hope.

He heard his own voice mockingly and said: "It doesn't seem to be possible."

Shen Xizhi looked at him eagerly.

"I'm not dead yet." Qiao Zong looked away.

The little girl pouted and said nothing.

After a long time, Qiao Zong sighed softly, finally couldn't help it: "Don't cry."

The girl's mouth was slumped, and her eyes were filled with two tears that she couldn't shed.

Qiao Zong touched her head, "Isn't it all right for me."

The tone was pampering and tenderness that he hadn't even noticed.

He hasn't spoken with someone so tenderly in a long time.

When dealing with his subordinates, he was unsmiling, only occasionally showing three points of warmth, but he would not have the same patience as Shen Xizhi.

Shen Xizhi blinked, feeling the touch of being touched on his head.

It is strange that in Qiao Zong's words that were not comforting at all, her tears really stopped.

She wanted to laugh inexplicably, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, and she squeezed out a slightly blank smile.

She looks a bit silly, but looks exceptionally good.

Qiao Zong wanted to kiss those eyes that would shed tears for him.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, it was too frivolous to act like this. He rolled his Adam's apple with restraint.

He looked at the girl's silly smile, his eyes moved from her face to her feet.

Qiao Zong said: "Your feet are bleeding."

"what?"

Shen Xizhi hadn't reacted yet.

Qiao Zong gently pushed her away, and the distance between the two was a little bit apart.

Only then did Shen Xizhi notice that there was a hanging needle in his left hand, a real-time heartbeat instrument beside the hospital bed, and many instruments that she couldn't call her name.

The man was pale and leaned toward the edge of the bed to ring the bell.

The bell rang.

Joe sat upright, and with such a simple movement, the numbers on the display of the instrument on the side jumped repeatedly.

Shen Xizhi's heart was raised unconsciously.

At the same time, she also noticed that there was a half-spread diary on Qiao Zong's lap.

She just wanted to see what was written in the diary.

A pale and thin hand gently closed the book.

She raised her eyes.

Qiao Zong panted slightly, but pressed his hand firmly on the cover of the book, refusing to let her see one of the secrets.

"Qiao Zong?" Shen Xizhi looked at him ignorantly, her eyes full of puzzlement.

Qiao Zong pursed his lips.

An atmosphere of awkward silence spread between the two.

Within two minutes, the nurse knocked on the open door of the ward.

The knock on the door shattered the embarrassment.

Upon seeing this ambiguous scene inside the door, the face of the nurse who was well-trained in Qiao's private hospital remained unchanged.

The nurse directly ignored Shen Xizhi and asked Qiao Zong, "Mr. Qiao, are you uncomfortable?"

"She hurt her foot, bring the medicine kit." Qiao pointed at Shen Xizhi's foot with his chin.

The nurse got the order and nodded to get the medicine kit. Before turning around, Qiao Zong on the hospital bed said, "Bring me a dry towel, a pair of cotton slippers, and a cup of hot milk."

The nurse was slightly surprised when she heard the words.

She wasn't surprised that Mr. Joe would want to ask her to bring the medicine kit over, but she didn't expect that there were so many things behind.

Although things are ordinary and ordinary, this meticulous thought is rare.

Before, a Miss Lin also often came to accompany Mr. Qiao.

Mr. Qiao treats Ms. Lin very well, and the nurse thinks Ms. Lin is the person Mr. Qiao likes. But even when dealing with Lin Gui, Qiao Zong had never been half-hearted with Shen Xizhi.

The nurse thought to herself, it seems that Mr. Qiao really cares about this strange and beautiful girl.

After the nurse left, Shen Xizhi and Qiao Zong talked about each other.

Shen Xizhi felt that the moment just now was the scene of her social death. She actually... did such an extraordinary thing.

After being reminded by Qiao Zong, the pain in his feet slowly climbed up. She blushed and her eyes were red, looking pitiful and cute.

Joe smiled slightly.

Shen Xizhi suddenly became angry. Can't help but ask: "What are you laughing at?"

"You just said that you love me." Qiao stared at her, leaning forward slightly, his peach eyes filled with spring water, and the corners of his lips were also smiling.

"I do not……"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Zong grabbed her wrist, rubbed her wrist bone with his five fingers, and then tightened it forcefully. He tilted his head, approached Shen Xizhi, lowered his voice, clearly in a very soft tone, but every word he said seemed to be mixed with anger: "Then what are you doing here?"

If you don't love anymore, what are you doing back? Why are you here to provoke me?

Shen Xizhi could not help being slightly startled when he heard the anger in his words.

Qiao Zong him... is he angry?

The man's face flushed, his eyes fixed on Shen Xizhi. Shen Xizhi was embarrassed and embarrassed, she lowered her eyes, her eyes dodged, and she did not dare to look at him.

The loneliness and courage just now became silent for a year after calming down.

She never thought that one day she would voluntarily come back to look for Qiao Zong, nor did she think that Qiao Zong's death would stimulate her so severely.

She didn't want him to die.

She has to admit that she loves him.

"Mr. Joe, everything is here." The nurse came up with the medicine kit and broke the deadlock between the two.

Qiao Zong released his hand, covering his lips and coughing low.

The nurse lady put the things on the bedside table aside, and walked over to help Qiao Zong run his back expertly. After a while, he stopped coughing.

Qiao waved his hand, "You go out."

The nurse answered yes, quietly exited the ward, and did not forget to close the door before going out.

Shen Xizhi sat down at the end of the bed slowly, Qiao leaned on the head of the bed and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. He raised his head slightly, smiled and said to her: "Sit here a little bit."

His tone is familiar, his posture is leisurely and indifferent.

In a very good mood.

If it weren't for his sick look, Shen Xizhi almost thought he had gone back a long time ago. When I first met Qiao Zong at that time.

Shen Xizhi looked down at her feet.

Qiao Zong smiled with his right index finger against his lips, "Huh? Afraid of me?"

Who is afraid of him!

Shen Xizhi moved to his side, boldly: "You are afraid of me, right?"

After she said this, she couldn't help but stare at Qiao Zong's lips. She had to admit that this man looked really evil. His lips were white, and his whole person was as fragile as a baby, but he showed a morbid beauty.

Inexplicably amazing, but distressed.

Qiao Zong pointed his finger at the medicine cabinet on the bedside table, and said softly, "Hand it over for me."

Shen Xizhi gave it to him suspiciously.

He put the medicine box on the bed, opened it, and took out the disinfectant water, gauze, tweezers, ointment and cotton swabs. Then raised her eyes and glanced at the girl who had been staring at her: "Your foot is hurt."

Shen Xizhi moved his toes and understood what he meant.

Is he trying to treat her wounds?

In the next moment, Qiao leaned forward and grabbed her calf with the palm of her hand. Shen Xizhi blinked. Before she could react, she put her foot on Qiao Zong's leg.

She intuitively felt that this posture was not very good.

But Qiao Zong had already held her ankle, lowered his eyes and used tweezers to gently pinch out the gravel from the wound on the sole of her foot.

It's not very painful.

Shen Xizhi remembered the first time for the two of them.

At that time she thought it would hurt, but she didn't expect Qiao Zong to be unexpectedly gentle.

And at the moment he is also gentle.

Under the soft white light, the man's face was pale and clear. He pursed his lips slightly, with a serious expression, as if he was not cleaning the wound, but was dealing with a problem of the century, and even his eyebrows were gently raised.

His fingers are warm.

Shen Xizhi was in a trance for a moment.

She blankly watched Qiao Zong treat the wound, apply medicine, and finally wrapped it with gauze, and tied a knot that was not ugly. Then she lowered her leg.

The man's fingers were long and clean, he threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and closed the medicine box.

He whispered: "Okay."

Shen Xizhi took the pair of cotton slippers on the bedside table and put them on by herself. She sat on the edge of the bed, and Qiao Zong looked at each other speechlessly.

Qiao Zong also looked at her patiently.

Shen Xizhi did not speak, nor did he intend to break the silence.

In the end, Shen Xizhi couldn't bear the deadly silence. She cleared her throat and said a little unnaturally, "I, shall I go back first?"

As soon as she spoke, her tone was soft, as if she was acting like a baby.

Qiao Zong smiled: "Zhizhi."

He called her softly.

Shen Xizhi's earlobes are slightly hot, and she feels a little bit ashamed when he shouts like this. The place on his ankle just touched by him seemed to burn.

Qiao leaned against the bed, his blue and white medical gown made his complexion extremely pale, and the light shone on him like smoke. As if to leave the mortal world at any time.

Shen Xizhi glanced at him secretly.

The heart beats like a drum.

Qiao Zong said: "Let's make up."

In the end, he couldn't help it and bowed his head to her.