Chapter 382： He got hurt before coming to you (1/2)

Luo Qiao's face changed, and she walked over a few steps: ”Siran!”

Ming Siran heard the sound and opened his eyelids to look at her. He was so painful that even the light in his eyes was dimmed, and there was no strength to support him. He quickly dropped his gaze, Luo Qiao reached out and touched his forehead. With fingers down, his cheeks were cold.

Why did it suddenly hurt like this? It was fine in the morning.

Luo Qiao frowned tightly and helped him to lie down. He didn't have the strength to say anything and let her move.

Soon the doctor rushed over, a series of examinations, Luo Qiao guarded and looked at him, the man closed his eyes and his lips were pale.

When the doctor rolled up his sleeve, Luo Qiao saw the scar on his arm. She was taken aback. What it was, she hadn't left before she left.

Luo Zelan noticed her gaze, looked in her direction, closed his eyes, and lowered his voice: ”He was injured before he came to you. He was on his arm and was anxious to find you. He didn't get treatment in time. He got it later. I suffered some sin at that time.”

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered that Shen Jikong had blocked the soup for her that day. He lazily said that he had to be stabbed at this time to barely get back a city.

An unspeakable taste suddenly surged in my heart, and that feeling rose up little by little, and gradually overwhelmed her, Luo Qiao's eyes were fixed on his arm, and she did not move for a long time.

The doctor finished the treatment for her and stood up: ”The patient is suffering from severe pain caused by sudden stomach cramps. You should take a good rest in the future and don't be too tired.”

Busy with company affairs, but also to come to Luo Qiao, and deal with Shen Jikong's company, obviously he was injured and fever is not long ago.

Luo Zelan glanced at Ming Siran, then nodded to the doctor and sent him out.

In the room, Wu Xia Ruize saw Ming Siran stabilized, and wittily gave the place to Luo Qiao.

As they all went out, the room suddenly became quiet.

The curtains were pulled, and there was a thick carpet under his feet. There was no sound when he stepped on it. Luo Qiao walked over, watching Ming Siran, who was sleeping quietly, and sat down by the bed.

He closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes fell into a small shadow, and his eyebrows were still frowned because of the pain, looking at an uncomfortable look.

Slender and white fingers fell on the center of his brows and smoothed his frowning brows gently.

Luo Qiao leaned close to him, looking at his beautiful contoured eyebrows.

At such a close distance, the man's peachy eyes were closed, and he couldn't see the charming smile in his eyes, and the whole person felt a little more alienated.

He had only known her for a few years, and had been in love for a few years. It was no longer a relationship. He didn't need to help her like this.

Luo Qiao stayed by her side. It was late at night, until she was sleepy with her, she lay down on the side of the bed with his smooth profile face in her eyes.

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Ming Siran woke up in the middle of the night.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the eyes were dim.

There was still the aftertaste of severe pain in the stomach, and the whole person felt a little weak. Ming Siran frowned and moved his fingers. When he thought of turning on the light, he felt warm.

His movements stopped.