[Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (25)]
Yan Qing was taken to the hospital, and A Gang, who remained in the abandoned factory, seemed to have lost his soul.
He lay on the ground like a puppet, with only slight gasps proving that he was still alive.
He didn't want to explore his own life experience, nor did he care about using himself as a bargaining chip in the negotiations. Although he stayed where he was, his heart had already followed Yan Qing.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Jiang."
Qian Kang raised his head and stretched out his hand towards the old man opposite him, wishing his nostrils could turn up to the sky.
Jiang Chenggong glanced at his hand and chuckled, "It's not that I'm happy, but Brother Qian gave me a lot of surprises."
Qian Kang naturally withdrew his hand, beckoned his men to send the person over, and said with a wicked smile: "There may be more surprises like this. I hope you, Jiang Laogou, don't be frightened to death."
He shrugged and looked meaningfully at the red-haired boy who was still in a daze and immersed in his own world.
After he left, the kind smile on Jiang Chenggong's face immediately turned into a sinister one, and his cold eyes fell on Agang.
Thinking of the dock he had lost, he kicked the boy who was being untied, pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist and angrily scolded: "Useless thing!"
If it weren't for the paternity test, he would have doubted whether this was his child.
"What qualifications do you have to control me?"
A Gang raised his head and looked at him sarcastically, then turned and walked out.
The only father he recognized was his deceased stepfather.
Jiang Chenggong snorted coldly: "Send the young master back to the headquarters."
Two strong bodyguards immediately stepped forward, grabbing the boy's arms on the left and right, "Master, I'm sorry."
"Let me go! I have nothing to do with you!" Ah Gang struggled, "I want..."
The words about going to look for A Qing were stuck in his throat. He couldn't bring trouble to A Qing.
Thinking of this, he stopped talking in time, calmed down honestly, and shook his shoulders: "Let go, I can walk by myself!"
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After the surgery to remove the bullet, Yan Qing lay unconscious on the hospital bed.
Mr. Hu stood nearby, leaning against the bedside cabinet. He took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but then he remembered that there was a patient beside him, so he put away the lighter.
He just put the cigarette to his nose and sniffed it.
He twitched his lips, finding it a little funny.
He was used to doing whatever he wanted, but one day he set limits for himself because of a woman.
This feeling isn't that unpleasant.
He recalled the scenes that happened in the warehouse, trying to find traces of Yan Qing's calculations.
But the only thing that was extremely clear in his mind was the image of Yan Qing rushing towards him recklessly.
Without pause or hesitation, she rushed towards him.
There was a burning affection in her eyes, so hot that he couldn't hold the cigarette in his hand.
like?
Oh.
He closed his eyes, hiding the complex emotions in them.
People like him who live on the edge of a knife and do whatever it takes for profit do not deserve the right to love and be loved.
He felt that Yan Qing's behavior of risking his life to save him was a little ridiculous.
I also feel pathetic that I only use questioning everything to hide my true thoughts.
During the operation, Yan Qing's soul left the clone and watched a few episodes of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf in the system space.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he returned to his body.
She couldn't help but be thankful for her foresight and for not choosing to use the original owner's body.
She did not open her eyes immediately, but murmured in a dreamy voice: "Sir... like... Sir..."
The man leaned closer and heard clearly what she was mumbling.
He frowned as he tidied the corner of the quilt for Yan Qing, his deep eyes still showing traces of emotion.
Yan Qing's whispered dreams no longer revolved around him alone.
"It hurts... Dad, Mom... Go home... Qing wants to go home."
Her voice was intermittent, but her pronunciation was clear.
Mr. Hu straightened up and looked at the tears that kept oozing from the corners of her eyes with a complicated expression. The fingertips holding the cigarette trembled.
He had seen her confident and dashing appearance, and also seen her cunning as a fox, but now she was fragile and confused like a child who had lost her sense of security.
Looking back, he realized that every aspect of the girl seemed to be engraved in his heart.
I don't need to think about it deliberately, but it is still fresh in my memory.
Yan Qing moved his fingers, and his tightly closed eyelids slowly lifted. His dazed and empty pupils took a while to focus.
"gentlemen!"
Seeing the person standing beside the bed, she was delighted and tried to get up using her elbows. The wound behind her shoulder blade was pulled, and she gasped in pain.
"If you don't want to feel any pain, just lie down."
There was no blame in the man's voice. He subconsciously moved more gently when he picked her up and put a pillow behind her waist.
Yan Qing leaned sideways and looked at him blankly, the corners of his mouth that were raised just wouldn't bend down.
"Since Sir cares about me, does that mean I am worthy of his care?"
Mr. Hu seemed to be burned by the strong love in her eyes. He turned his head away from her sight and threw the broken cigarette in his hand into the trash can.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked.
Yan Qing thought for a moment and said, "Millet porridge."
He went out to make a phone call, smoked a few cigarettes outside the hospital, and waited until the smell on his body dissipated before coming in.
He is not addicted to cigarettes, he only takes a puff when he feels upset.
When he entered the ward, Yan Qingzheng scooped porridge with a small spoon and put it into his mouth in small sips, with a nurse watching over him beside him.
As soon as I saw him, I put down the spoon.
"Sir, I can't lift my hands." Yan Qing frowned and pretended to be pitiful.
Her injured part was her left shoulder, but her right hand could move normally.
Mr. Hu's clear eyes turned into a helpless smile: "Isn't it delicious?"
The expression on her face froze, and she blinked: "It hurts~"
Mr. Hu walked over, took the porridge from the tray on her lap, and sat aside.
Every time he scooped up a spoonful, he had to wait a while before handing it to her mouth.
Afraid of burning her.
The nurse who originally wanted to feed Yan Qing but was rejected left the ward with an ambiguous look on her face, covering her lips with her hands while giggling.
After eating half a bowl, Yan Qing felt a little full. He frowned slightly and swallowed the porridge in his mouth.
"Don't force yourself if you can't eat."
Mr. Hu was a careful man and noticed the little changes in her expression.
Just as he was about to put the bowl aside, Yan Qing grabbed his hand.
The movement was a bit too big and it pulled the wound. She looked at the man with tears in her eyes.
"I must finish the porridge that the gentleman feeds me."
Because he was feeding him with his own hands, I couldn't bear to ask him to put down the spoon even if he couldn't eat anymore.
Mr. Hu's heartbeat seemed to slow down for a second as he stared at the happiness in her eyes.
Yan Qing looked up and asked, "Can I hug you, sir?"
"Yeah." He didn't refuse.
Yan Qing didn't dare to move his hands, for fear of hurting the wound, so he just leaned over gently and put his face in his arms.
"The moment Mr. took me off the cruise ship, I regarded him as my salvation."
She said in a low voice.
Mr. Hu's body suddenly stiffened for a moment.
Redemption?
He himself is in the abyss, how can he be the salvation of others?
His Adam's apple rolled and the tip of his tongue felt inexplicably itchy. His eyes fell on the bandage wrapped behind Yan Qing.
Some blood seeped out of the white bandage, reminding him of her white dress covered in blood.
"Get some rest. Call the nurse if you need anything."
He helped Yan Qing lie down and placed the wireless call bell next to her pillow.
The steps he took when he walked out were big, but they carried a sense of inexplicable panic.
Yan Qing buried his face in the soft pillow, hiding the smile in his eyes.
The fish is hooked.
But people like him are easy to get out of the hook even if they take it.
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