long love becomes ill

Chapter 630 That posture looks like she is feeding him water

Qing Huan hugged him impulsively, seeing the man's body tense and motionless, she hastily loosened his narrow waist and rang the bell to call for a doctor.

The man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and stared at her with deep eyes. She went to bed when she told her to go to bed, and lay down when she told her to lie down, obedient like a child.

Soon the doctors and nurses came over to change his dressing. The wound was severely dehiscated. Qing Huan saw that the knife wound on his chest was several centimeters long, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Mr. Li must be extremely careful in his daily life. The wound is very deep. If it is not deviated, it will directly pierce the heart. If the wound opens again, the consequences will be very serious." The doctor told Qing Huan.

Qing Huan nodded in response, and sent the doctor away. When facing Li Shenmu, she lost even the slightest bit of temper.

The man had just changed his medicine, his face was as pale as paper, his phoenix eyes looked deeper than before, his big palm tightly held her soft and boneless little hand, and said in a low voice, "I want to drink water."

Qing Huan hurriedly went to pour water and handed it to the man, but the man didn't pick it up, but just held her hand, brought the water glass to his mouth, while drinking, he looked at her with phoenix eyes as deep as a black hole.

This posture was as if she was feeding him water, which inexplicably made his mouth dry.

The man drank very slowly, and Qing Huan's hands were sore. It felt like a century had passed. When he finished drinking the water, he quickly withdrew his hand, put the cup aside, and said softly, "Go to rest early, I Go back when you fall asleep."

"Sleeping here, you can have an extra bed." The man said in a low voice.In the 30 years of his life, he has never touched emotions. Once the rational old man has opened up his emotions, he is like a boy of seventeen or eighteen. He just wants to tie himself with the person he likes every minute, and never separates him for a moment.

What the man originally wanted to say was that the bed was big enough, but it was just the beginning. He didn't want to be too impatient and scare her.Both Dabao and Xiaobao are at Huo's house. Although Si Jiaye lives at Qinghuan's place, he is a man with a man after all, so he may not go home on time every day to sleep.Qing Huan can sleep in the hospital.

Qing Huan was silent, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep, the wound needs to be nourished."

For the rest of the time, the two lived in peace. Qing Huan waited for the man to close his eyes and fall asleep, then put away the book that he had read all night without reading a single word, and looked at his handsome and soft face after he fell asleep.

Although this man is moody and vicious, he is really good-looking, which has attracted countless women to be crazy about him.The relationship between the two has always been very sick. For a long time, he has the final say. Stay together if you want to be together, and separate if you want to be apart. He has countless means to achieve his goal.

This time, he won again.Qing Huan lowered her eyes, the only thing she can do is to guard her heart, this is her last self-protection, if she doesn't fall in love with him, she won't be hurt.

Qing Huan waited for him to sleep for half an hour before going out lightly and driving back to the small villa.

The next morning, the hospital called. The little nurse almost cried from the man's gloomy face, and said tremblingly, "Miss Gu, you should hurry to the hospital. Mr. Li refuses to take medicine or change gauze. Get out of bed, this, this."

The little nurse almost cried on the phone, not daring to raise her head to look at the handsome, dignified man sitting on the hospital bed.

"I'll come to the hospital right away." Qing Huan hurriedly got up, washed and rushed to the hospital in a panic.

　Young Master Li: I want to drink water, I want you to feed me, I want you.

　　Qing Huan: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)