Ou Xiangbei hurriedly wanted to withdraw his hand, but at this moment, his hand was pressed on his chest by Zhou Chuyu.

The warm hand was attached to her plump part, making him swallow his saliva involuntarily.

"Continue..." she said weakly.

The next second, Ou Xiangbei took off her pants.

At this moment, all she had left was a set of white underwear.

The bloody and beautiful figure was completely exposed in front of Ou Xiangbei.

"Damn it! Does it hurt? If I had known better, I should have hung those bastards up and beaten them up, then sprinkled salt on their wounds and chopped off their flesh piece by piece!" Ou Xiangbei said on his side

He carefully wiped her wound with a wet towel while cursing, the anger in his eyes burning more and more, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke every word.

His words actually made her forget the pain in her body. Looking at him like this, she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.

"Would you be heartbroken if I were like this?" The pale lips bent into a perfect arc, and the eyes couldn't help but moisten.

"Of course!" Ou Xiangbei answered without thinking, then realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately added: "We have been friends for many years. Of course I feel heartbroken when you are hurt..."

One sentence made Zhou Chuyu's eyes grow darker and duller.

She stopped talking and closed her eyes, feeling the heat of his fingertips and the pain of the warm water on the towel seeping into the wound. Tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes little by little.

After cleaning the wound, Ou Xiangbei took her back to the bed, carefully applied medicine, bandaged her, and then gave her an anti-inflammatory shot. Then he covered her with a quilt and said, "You can sleep here, I'll go

living room……"

"Don't go...please stay with me...I'm afraid..."

Zhou Chuyu, in Ou Xiangbei's impression, has always been a calm, self-possessed, sophisticated and capable strong woman, so when the words "I'm afraid" came out of her mouth, he was a little surprised.

Looking at her pitiful eyes, he could no longer move away. A soft place in his heart seemed to have been touched.

He climbed into bed involuntarily, hugged her carefully through the quilt.

"Xiangbei, thank you..." After a long time, she spoke.

"..." He still held her and said nothing, his breath lingering on her cheeks.

"Xiang Bei, are you asleep?"

"..." He still didn't speak.

"Really asleep?"

"..."

"Xiang Bei, I love you... it has never changed. Do you know that I have been waiting for you silently?" Xiang Bei, forgive me, I only have the courage to say this to you when you are asleep.

exit……

Beside him, Ou Xiangbei quietly opened his eyes, frowned, closed his eyes again, and continued to pretend to sleep.

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Dream Garden at the same time

The atmosphere in Dream Garden tonight is very different from the past.

The bodyguards were coming in and out, the nannies were busy, and all of them had nervous faces.

In the Baroque-style bedroom, the lights are bright, and the air is filled with the strong smell of iodine and potion.

John, the surgeon at Liang's Private Hospital, was carefully treating Qiao Weiwei's wounds. Every time the iodine touched her wounds, she would frown while she was sleeping.

Beside, Liangbo stood quietly by her pillow, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his brows furrowed, and his black figure shrouded her.

"John...is there no big problem?" Liang Bo turned his head, looked at John, and asked.

"Master Bo, don't worry, it's not a big problem. It will be fine after a while." John emphasized in the standard of foreigners speaking Chinese and said.

John knew very well that this woman was Liang Bo's darling, and he was extremely careful with every move he made.

After the wound was disinfected and medicine was applied, John carefully bandaged her, then gave her an anti-inflammatory injection and left.

After John left, Liangbo knelt half-kneeling at the head of Qiao Weiwei's bed, gently stroking | stroking her slender hair. Looking at her pale and haggard appearance, her heartache was self-evident.

"Cough cough... cough cough... Master Bo... Master Bo..., save me, Master Bo... ah!!! Don't... don't! Ah!" Suddenly, Qiao Weiwei screamed on the bed like crazy |

, the body kept moving.

Liangbo hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and hugged her. His eyes showed a tenderness that was seriously inconsistent with his temperament, and said: "Be good... don't be afraid, it's okay with me, it's okay..."

Qiao Weiwei, who was held tightly by him, opened her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye, soaking the white pillowcase. She hugged him tightly with her scarred arms, and an inexplicable sense of security filled her heart.

My heart gradually calmed down.

She thought that the most heart-warming words in the world were nothing more than his simple "I'm here" when she felt extremely insecure. A "I'm here" is worth thousands more.

"Master Bo..."

"Um?"

"Thank you... for saving me..."

"I protect my own woman, how can I say thank you for that." He kissed the top of her hair, and the trace of tenderness mixed in his hoarse, domineering voice was clearly discernible.
Chapter completed!