Chapter 540

Internal injury?

"Where's the internal injury?" Sheng Shimo asked again.

Wen churan first screamed several times, then stretched out his hand to cover his head, his chest, and then his stomach and thighs. "Dizziness, weakness, pain everywhere..."

She stealthily pinched the meat on the inner side of her thigh, and suddenly her tears soared with pain, making her acting more realistic.

Just then, the driver sitting in front became a "God assisted attack".

"Miss Wen must have been badly hit. She looks badly hurt!"

Wen churan beat his head while crying.

Heavy! She was badly hurt!

After listening to the driver's words, Merton was anxious and angry, clenched his fist and muttered intolerably.

Although the voice was too low to be heard, Wen churan still heard it clearly.

He is scolding Yaheng.

The driver is racing to the hospital.

But if she does get to the hospital, won't she reveal her secret?

With this in mind, Wen churan hurriedly grasped Sheng Shimo's sleeves and burst his acting skills on the line again.

"Ah! I can't! " She raised her head and screamed in pain, which was more exaggerated than a pregnant woman giving birth to a child. "I... I may not be able to make it to the hospital, I'm going to... I'm going to die..."

At that time, Mo was anxious, but he didn't know where she was hurt. He could only hold her tightly and touch her head and cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here... Hold on, I won't let you die."

After losing his memory, this was the first time he spoke to her in such a gentle tone.

Gentleness is like the spring breeze blowing on the lake in March, with layers of ripples.

Wen churan's heart floated in the man's comfort, and the whole person seemed to be in a soft cloud.

Perfect acting almost revealed a flaw!

At this time, the "God assisted attack" driver went online again. "Your Highness, I think Miss Wen may really not be able to make it to the hospital. It's better to go back to the presidential palace and ask a private doctor to treat Miss Wen. It's safer."

Wen churan wants to pop up now and fill the driver with some big bills.

Oh, I'll go, big brother!

This operation is 6 over!

Wen churan nodded weakly and squeezed a sentence from his throat, "I think... What the driver said... Makes sense..."

Sheng Shimo frowned and breathed heavily. He seemed to be in a dilemma.

A moment later, he ordered the driver to "go back to the presidential palace!"

On the way, when he was in full bloom, Mo always held Wen churan in his arms, hugged her waist with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other hand. He tightened his body and dared not move, lest he might hurt her.

Even if the car bumped slightly, he would quickly check her situation.

Maybe he's really nervous and his breathing rate is chaotic,

Wen churan was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep, but as soon as she lost her voice, the man's anxious call would ring in her ear.

As soon as she opened her eyes, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, he simply stared at her, his eyes burning, and dared not look away for a minute.

Thin lips gently opened and gently comforted her.

Again and again, but there is only one sentence: "don't be afraid, I'm here, I won't let you have an accident, and I won't let you have an accident again in the future."

But more beautiful than any love word in the world.

It's like a dose of cardiotonic, which makes Wen churan feel very secure.

As if the sky had fallen, she would not be afraid.

It's a long time no see.

Everything seems to go back to a long time ago, when ink had not lost its memory.

He will always protect her under any circumstances.