Sweetheart,Don't run away

Her life is plain, but she knows that following this man is destined to be extraordinary, just like the picture that would have appeared on TV just now, but now it really happens in life.

The two people talked in Chinese, and the American driver probably didn't understand, so they didn't have to worry about the content of the conversation.

After all, this situation is really a bit bad now. Mo Yanke is injured. It's not a small thing, and it's still a gunshot wound. She doesn't know how serious the gunshot wound will be, but it looks terrible. The gunshot wounds on TV will be personal. She doesn't know what Mo Yanke's condition is at the moment. Anyway, it looks terrible, male People have never looked so ugly.

The forehead is sweating, this kind of picture is really that.

"Hi, miss, is this your husband. Is he not feeling well

Aimeng suddenly had a sense of surprise. Did he realize something? He gently leaned against Mo Yanke's arms and said with a smile, "yes, this is my husband. He doesn't have any discomfort. Maybe he's timid. He's scared of what happened just now. It's OK. Thank you for your concern."

"That's good."

The car runs smoothly. When it arrives at the hotel, Aimeng pays more money, and then gets off.

After arriving at the place, the driver, bewildered by beauty, even handed Aimeng a business card, claiming that if they need a car, they can call him at any time. Thinking about the next business. So it seems that the driver is naturally attracted by the beauty of Aimeng.

AI Meng still smiles and takes it. The man who doesn't care about himself instantly clenches her little hand.

Mo Yanke almost can't, the whole body center of gravity seems to be leaning towards Aimeng. AI Meng asked softly, "how's it going? We've arrived at the hotel. We'll stick to it. Let's go up first."

"Wife, I'm fine. Don't worry." Despite all this, Mo Yanke tried to smile. I don't want to worry about Aimeng. After all, no one wants to.

After entering the hotel, they went up in an intimate posture. As soon as they entered the room, Aimeng immediately sat down with Mo Yanke.

"Come on, you sit down first. I have to take off your clothes. Give me your mobile phone. Where are your people?" At the moment, Aimeng seems to be a soldier giving orders, preparing in an orderly way,.

First, I poured a glass of warm water for Mo Yanke, then took off his clothes. When I saw the shocking wound, my tears came out.

"How can you shed so much blood? There are two wounds." Some of them twitch, then some of them cry.

Mo Yanke used an uninjured hand, then stroked the corner of Aimeng's eye, "good, don't cry, it's OK, it's just a small injury, it won't hurt your life."

He has experienced more terrible things than this, but they have survived. How strong his willpower is, it is unpredictable.

"But you shed a lot of blood. It's OK. I've just called. Your people should be here soon. You should bear it for a while. Come on, drink water first and warm up your body. Your face is not very good. Then I'll clean the wound for you. This is a scratch. I'll help you stop bleeding first. "

Aimeng did not experience these, but some simple bandaging and hemostasis is known.

She dealt with everything decisively. Fortunately, there were more complete medical boxes in the hotel room. So she can deal with it more.

Then after a while, the doorbell rang, Aimeng ignored the bloody clothes and tissues on the ground, quickly opened the door.

"Did you bring a doctor?"

"Yes, take us to have a look."

Aimeng looked at the doctor eagerly, revealing his prayer. Eyes swollen with fear and worry. At the moment, her mood is really flustered. She doesn't know what to do.

"Don't worry. It'll be OK. Leave it to me."

Aimeng nodded. Although she didn't know who these people were, they called boss Mo Yanke. Then, while he was treating the wound, she also helped, and then took something for him.

Then I look at Mo Yanke, "ah Ke, you are holding on."

"Silly girl, it's not a big injury. It's OK. Don't worry. As long as the bullet is taken out, don't worry. Look at you. You're nervous."

Because there is no professional hospital bed or anything, Mo Yanke can only lie on the sofa, and Aimeng holds her hand all the time.

"Doctor, how is ako? Is he serious. Is there anything wrong She was still worried. It seemed that she didn't hear the doctor say it was OK. She still didn't put it down.

"Don't worry, the boss's injury is nothing serious. It's not a big wound. The scratch will be fine after a few days, but there is a lot of bleeding. These are all skin injuries. As long as you take out the bullets from the shoulder, you may miss some of them, and they don't hurt the key.""Oh, that's good. I'll trouble you."

"No trouble." The doctor seems to be about 50 years old, and his hair is a little gray, but if you look at the posture, you can see that the skill is brilliant.

"Wife, now don't worry about it, I said it's OK, but it's skin injury, as long as you pay more attention to rest, it's just bleeding."

"Can I not worry? You see you have shed so much blood. Can I not worry about gunshot wounds? Gunshot wounds on TV can kill people." With that, Aimeng's tears came out again unconsciously, forgetting the calmness just now.

"Fool, it's TV. As long as it doesn't hurt something important, it won't kill you. Don't worry. Your husband is very lucky. Besides, I just married you. I have to protect myself, or I won't let you be a widow." The man laughs, his face is much better than just now.

Aimeng was relieved. Although it was cruel to watch the doctor take out the bullet, she still opened her eyes. Before, she was a very timid person, but now she felt that she was strong.

"I said, if it can't hurt me, you just don't believe it. Come on, don't cry. It's ugly."

Mo Yanke opened his mouth. Because there is no anesthetic, so that the man's handsome face can not help but wrinkle, Aimeng has been holding her hand, give him strength. It's really distressing. If he had not blocked her just now, maybe the injured person was her, then he would not have suffered like this.