Chapter 3175

The young master has always been indifferent. Chen Qi knows that he is too lazy to use his emotions to anyone. Xia Jiu is the one who uses his emotions the most, so Chen Qi will beg Xia Jiu.

Xia Jiu's voice was a little stiff: "since he doesn't like people around him, I don't need to go there."

Chen Qi said, "Miss Xia, go and get your shawl back. I've just had it cleaned, and I don't need someone to send it next time. "

That's true.

Although the shawl is not a very valuable thing, it's not like staying with Shen Muhan.

Xia Jiu nodded and said, "OK."

"Miss Xia, please follow me." Chen Qi leads the way.

The shawl was placed in Shen Muhan's ward. Xia Jiu stepped in. Although his ward was large, the hospital bed was placed in a clear position. At a glance, you could see that the man was lying on the hospital bed, his body was full of instruments, and various digital indications of the body were displayed on the screen on one side.

The man still closed his eyes and mouth and looked boring.

He didn't wear clothes. Xia Jiu had never looked carefully before. Every time his eyes touched his abdominal muscles, he would subconsciously avoid it.

Not in his eyes now, Xia Jiu had no burden. She found that his skin was mottled with all kinds of old and new scars.

Looking at the appearance of some scars, it is obvious that they have been for some years, but they have not dissipated. On the contrary, they are ferocious and look a little dazzling and terrible.

"Your young master, often injured?" Xia Jiu lowered his eyes and asked faintly.

"It's much better now. I used to get hurt often. In the past, many and heavy tasks were inevitable. " Chen Qi said casually.

Xia Jiu approached a few steps and saw that Shen Muhan's face was very pale. Although he was not dead, it seemed that he was not far from death.

Xia Jiu remembered that when he was injured, he was wearing a special uniform. He was out of the task, so it should be to protect the country?

Then it seems that he should not curse him for dying early. Although he is very harsh to himself, his life seems to be of great significance to others.

Well, Xia Jiu takes back the mood of looking forward to his death. He's still alive.

Moreover, it seems that as long as he doesn't appear in front of him, he really hasn't provoked himself.

Chen Qi handed his shawl to Xia Jiu: "Miss Xia."

Xia Jiu reached out and took it. He held it in his hand. The shawl was soaked with blood. Now it has been cleaned up and there is nothing left on it.

"Then I'll go." Xia Jiu put his shawl in his bag, turned and left.

But the wrist was suddenly caught and grabbed her with great strength.

Xia Jiu turns around and finds that the person holding him is not Chen Qi, but Shen Muhan.

Just now, she subconsciously thought that Chen Qi wanted to stay, but she didn't expect that it would be Shen Muhan.

Isn't he still unconscious? Where did you get so much strength?

Chen Qi was also stunned.

Xia Jiu's delicate eyebrows and eyes frowned and stretched out his hand to break Shen Muhan's fingers. His fingers just unconsciously grabbed her wrist. Once they were held, it was like they were branded together and couldn't be broken at all.

On the hospital bed, Shen Muhan didn't open his eyes, and the body indications on the screen were also very stable. He couldn't see any change.

Chen Qi hurriedly brought Xia Jiu a chair and said, "Miss Xia, why don't you stay here for a while? I think the young master... Seems to need you very much."

"I said I was busy." Xia Jiugen didn't intend to stay. Did he stay here and throw another check on his face when he woke up?

She's not in the mood to keep dealing with this man.

"But the young master's hand can't be broken, and we can't cut off his finger or your wrist." Chen Qi is also very helpless.

Xia Jiu had to sit down first. She seriously suspected that the man in bed was intentional. Where did the unconscious person get such great strength.

But after sitting down, she also found that the man had almost no movement. Except the hand holding his wrist, the rest of him was still calm.

Potions and oxygen kept flowing into his body, but the look on his face did not recover.

Xia Jiu was bored to see his appearance. When he didn't play hooligans or hit people with money, his appearance was passable. There was less domineering on his already good-looking eyebrows and eyes, and there was more quiet like a child.

And she found that his eyelashes were very long and thick. No wonder she always felt that his eyes were as deep as the sea and his eyes were as dark as ink. I'm afraid the long eyelashes added luster to him.

If he had such thick long eyelashes and such a pair of eyes, no matter what kind of face he put on, I'm afraid it would be difficult to look ugly.

He was absorbed in his eyes. Those eyes with slender eyes and tail suddenly opened. They were as black as ink. Before Xia Jiu could react, Shen Muhan jumped up from the bed and pressed Xia Jiu on the bed.

His arm is under Xia Jiu's neck. A standard backhand capture action that can be used as a model makes Xia Jiu's throat ache and make a delicate cry: "it hurts!"

Xia Jiu was stunned by the sudden change. There was no pain not only in his throat, but also in his wrists, arms, throat, as well as his long hair. There was a faint pain in his scalp.

In Shen Muhan's dark eyes, a trace of clarity and reason were restored, and his consciousness gathered. It seemed that he remembered that this was not a time to perform a task or fight for life and death.

He lowered his eyes. The girl caught by himself was so painful that her face had been deformed, but it was still difficult to hide her delicate charm. Even if she was blown away by the rain and wind, the beautiful flowers were still difficult to hide her charming.

Shen Muhan let go.

Xia Jiu coughed silently. The moment her throat was pressed by his arm, she really almost thought she was going to die. It was only when his hand was slightly loosened that she could blurt out a good pain.

The coughing choked Xia Jiu's tears. She had never been beaten like this. Just now, it seemed that all the bones of her body were broken.

She's really full. She's going to pass by and get some shawls.

She has a lot of shawls. She lost one or two. What's the big deal? She knew she should have made a detour.

Xia Jiu was wronged and hurt, and his tears fell down.

Tears are not only brought about by physical pain, but also by psychological grievances. Once a drop falls, the back will continue to emerge like opening the gate.