She is soft on my heart

Chapter 211 I am here
Jiang Cong wrapped her in his arms and rubbed her hands.

Li Xingchen was so ashamed when he remembered the scene just now, Ren Jiangcong refused to talk to him no matter how much he kissed or coaxed him.

Before the person could be coaxed, a phone call came in.

Jiang Cong picked it up, and the man on the other side spoke concisely. The man's brows were serious, and his aura and state seemed to have changed in an instant. "Contact the criminal investigation first, and I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, he took Li Xingchen's hand and kissed her palm, the sharp look faded away, and the coldness in his voice weakened a lot: "The next few days may be very busy, Be good at home, you know?"

Li Xingchen nodded obediently.

She was still angry with him just now, and now she doesn't care about that anymore, with a trace of worry and concern on her small face, looking at him with broken eyes, "Jiang Cong, I'm waiting for you."

Jiang Cong smiled, and patted her head, "Xing Xing is good."

His back disappeared at the door, and with a click, the room fell into a long silence.

Their work is special and dangerous. They deal with extreme elements in the hail of bullets, and there are often critical moments when their lives are hanging by a thread.

In the past, Li Xingchen felt more admiration and admiration, but now his mood is a little different, as if there is an invisible thread, one end is him, and the other end is pulling her heart.

She missed him, and only hoped that he could go and return well every time.

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Thanks to Jiang Cong's blessing, Li Xingchen didn't expect to have such great stamina. Her wrist was sore for several days.

He was really busy these few days, so he didn't come to look for her, but he was able to contact her, but very rarely, Li Xingchen didn't take the initiative to send a message to him for fear of affecting him, it was Jiang Cong who sent her to let her not worry.

The most recent time was the day before yesterday, when the two had a very short voice call.

Li Xingchen looked at the voice call record of less than 1 minute, typed and deleted, hesitated for a long time, but finally did not send him anything.

She returned to the list and clicked on Wei Qingyu's chat page below.

Last time I had dinner at Ji Hua's house, Li Xingshen and Wei Qingyu added WeChat. Wei Qingyu often chatted with her when he was free, and they made an appointment to check in a restaurant today.

The latest two are Wei Qingyu asking Li Xingchen to pack up and tell her that Li Xingchen is back.

Li Xingshen had just finished editing the message and wanted to tell her that he was well, but before he had time to click send, a voice call came over from the other end.

Li Xingchen pressed the button and put it to her ear. Before she could speak, Wei Qingyu's anxious and worried voice sounded, as if she was about to cry.

"Sister Xingchen! I heard my dad call just now. It seems that someone in the special police team has been seriously injured and is resuscitating..."

"My dad has gone to the bureau, and he doesn't want me to ask more questions, but when I called brother Jiang Cong, no one answered..."

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if no one was listening.

"Sister Xingchen? Sister Xingchen——"

Still no one responded, and after a few seconds, there was only a short "beep" and the call was hung up.

……

Li Xingchen didn't know what his first reaction was when he heard the news, as if his whole body was blank, he froze for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, her heart seemed to have stopped suddenly for three seconds. When it resumed beating, her legs softened and she couldn't even stand still.

In a panic, she ran downstairs and hailed a taxi, and told the driver the address of the hospital that Wei Qingyu had told her. Her voice was trembling but unusually calm, but she couldn't hear her own voice.

In this sweltering hot summer, she was cold all over, and the chill all over the sky rushed towards her like a flood of beasts, penetrating into her limbs and bones, almost freezing her to death.

Li Xingshen looked down at his number on the phone, she was a little afraid, she was so afraid that no one would answer, and she was so afraid that the person who answered was not him.

However, unexpectedly, the phone was dialed out, only rang once, and was connected.

Li Xing's eyelids twitched, and she clutched the phone tightly, her fingertips turned white. She stared at the changing call duration, and dared not put the phone to her ear.

Until, his voice seemed to come from the receiver.

Li Xingchen's heart seemed to be beaten heavily with a stick. After a while, she slowly moved the phone to her ear, opened her lips, but couldn't make a sound.

"The star, it's me."

Jiang Cong's voice was very soft, as if all his strength had been taken away, and his throat was so hoarse that it seemed to be torn apart.

Before this second, Li Xingchen forced herself to calm down, but she was so flustered that she couldn't even react to crying. Until now, when she heard his voice, her eyes were reddened instantly, and hot tears to the back of the hand.

The small voice was choked with difficulty: "Jiang Cong, are you okay..."

Jiang Cong comforted her in a low voice: "I'm fine, don't be afraid."

Li Xingshen wiped away tears, "I'll go find you."

Jiang Cong said, "Okay."

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Li Xingshen paid the money and got out of the car, and hurried inside.

The red light above the operating room was still on.

The injured man is the big bear.

It was very quiet in front of the operating room, so quiet that only murmurs remained.

Big Bear's father was pacing back and forth, clenching one hand into a fist and beating the other. His bent back looked weak and old at this moment.

On the chair in front of the operating room, Daxiong's mother held a wad of crumpled paper in her hand, covering her face and weeping. The young woman who was sitting next to her comforting her while crying silently was Daxiong's childhood sweetheart and just got engaged fiancée.

The other few scattered against the wall were all special police officers who Li Xingshen looked familiar, wearing plain clothes, covered with dust and blood on their bodies, and all of them had scars of varying degrees on their faces.

The atmosphere is quiet and heavy.

Jiang never had an accident, but Li Xingshen's tense mood did not ease at all. She wiped off the moisture on her face and took a deep breath.

Song Yangwei noticed her first, raised his head, and called "sister-in-law" dryly.

Li Xingchen asked, "Where's Jiang Cong?"

Song Yangwei froze for a moment, pointed to the exit of the stairs diagonally opposite the corridor, then remembered something, and said anxiously: "The boss' hand was cut and hasn't been bandaged yet."

Li Xingchen frowned, and quickly walked to the stairway.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Cong was sitting at the bottom of the steps, with his back arched, his head lowered, and one arm resting on the back of his neck.

Li Xingshen went down step by step and walked in front of him.

His black clothes were also dirty, his trouser legs were scratched, his injured hand was hanging down in front of his knees, winding bloodstains covered the back of his hands, and were still dripping down.

"Jiang Cong." Li Xingchen pulled his arm around his neck, with a muffled nasal voice: "Let's bandage it first, shall we?"

Jiang Cong let her lift his arm, Li Xingshen paused suddenly, only then realized that he was holding something in his hand, dark striped with silvery light, like an epaulet.

When Li Xingshen paused, he slowly raised his head, instead of getting up, he hugged her waist, like the only piece of driftwood he could cling to in the turbulent sea.

Li Xingchen hugged his shoulders without hesitation. After a long silence, she heard his hoarse voice: "If I could be faster, the knife would not have pierced his chest..."

"Just like back then, even if I shot half a second sooner, just half a second, the bullet wouldn't..."

His throat was slightly choked, and he did not continue.

Even if it was half a second faster, the bullet would not have hit Wei Qingxun's body.

Jiang Cong's body was trembling, and his hands were clenched into fists. The protruding joints and veins were obvious, and the wound on the palm of his hand was bleeding continuously, which was shocking.

Li Xingchen's heart felt like being cut by a knife, perhaps as painful as his wound, she slowly squatted down, lightly held his blood-stained hand, and looked into his scarlet eyes with such deep gaze.

Her voice was soft and soft, but at this moment, it could soothe his heart more than anything else.

"Jiang Cong, you'll be fine."

"I'm here, by your side, don't be afraid."

The light on the top of the stairwell was a little dim, flickering dimly.

The faint light that wasn't bright enough illuminated the epaulettes he held tightly in his hand.

　Chapter 2 is not finished, I will fill it up tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)