Chapter 371

Ah Xing and the bodyguard have already controlled Wen Yun at this time. She is struggling like crazy.

"I'll kill him! You let me go, he's a murderer, and I'll kill him! "

His eyes are scarlet and his hair is hairy. Wen Yun is like a madman. He was shot in the leg and kept shouting when he was pressed on the ground. The gun in his hand has been taken off.

There were screams all around and people were running around.

"Young master!" Ah Xing and the bodyguard then come up, looking up and down at Leng Yihuang.

At this time, Cheng Min falls to the ground, and Leng Yihuang holds her up and yells: "go to the hospital!"

Ah Xing saw that his arm was injured and wanted to help him hold Cheng Min: "young master, I'd better come."

Leng Yihuang said impatiently: "what's the matter with you! Let's go

Lin Xiaomi stood in the same place, on the ground, where Cheng Min lay, dazzling red, blood flowing from here to the car.

Shocking!

This is the first time that Lin Xiaomi has seen so much blood with her own eyes. She reacts and follows quickly.

I got in the car, and the car sped away.

Cheng Min is shot in the back and leans against Leng Yihuang's arms. His hand is tightly pressed on the part where she was shot, and the blood soon turns the seat red.

There is a medicine box in the car, but the blood can't stop.

"Young master, you are injured."

Cheng Min looks at the wound on his arm and says weakly that she raises her hand to cover Leng Yihuang's wound.

"I'm fine. I'll be at the hospital soon." Leng Yihuang's face is very tense. Let ah Xing contact Cheng Jie.

Lin Xiaomi sat in the front seat, just now everything happened too suddenly, she didn't even have time to respond.

Hearing Cheng Min's words, she just summoned up the courage to turn back. Leng Yihuang's arm pistol and blood dyed his shirt red, but he didn't care at all.

At this time, frowning and pressing Cheng Min's wound tightly.

"Young master, I'm cold, I'm so cold..."

Leng Yihuang held her in his arms: "I hold you, it's not cold."

"Well, young master's arms are very warm. Can you Hold on a little more

Leng Yihuang hears the speech and hugs her more tightly.

"That's good. I'm dead I'm willing to

"Nonsense! How can you die with such a little injury? You must live for me! "

Leng Yihuang's voice has no temperature. It's as cold as ice in March 9. Lin Xiaomi's body trembles with it.

I don't know if I was scared by the gunfight just now or frozen by his tone.

She sat in the back seat, looking back at him, clutching the silk scarf from her bag.

It was meant to bandage his arm.

But he didn't look at her from the beginning to the end.

His face was black and frightening.

Lin Xiaomi is a little uncomfortable. She knows that maybe she shouldn't at this time, but she still has no way. She can't control the feeling in her heart.

Just because her husband is holding the woman who has just blocked a shot for him and has always been in love with him.

"Young master, it's good to save you." Cheng Min looks up from his arms and meets Lin Xiaomi.

Her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Looking up at Leng Yihuang's handsome face, his eyes were full of admiration, and his voice was as angry as a thread: "young master, don't drive me away, OK? I don't want to Don't want to leave you, let me stay by your side, ok... "

Leng Yihuang took her hand and nodded: "OK."

"Really?"

"Yes."

The car stopped at the gate of the hospital. The hospital had been informed that the doctor and nurse were waiting outside.

Leng Yihuang takes Cheng Min out, and the doctor and nurse immediately take over and push her to the operating room.

Lin Xiaomi also got out of the car. At the door of the operating room, the light in the operation has been on.

Cheng Jie hasn't come yet.

"Young master, your arm is also injured. Deal with it first." Ah Hsing raised his hand to call a doctor.

The nurse pushed the cart, and did not dare to let Leng Yihuang go to the ward to deal with it, so she squatted beside him to deal with the wound.

The bullet didn't stay in the arm. It penetrated the wound and had to be stitched.

Lin Xiaomi stood by and looked at him quietly.

His eyes drooped, his hands clenched into fists, his brows locked, his face full of obvious worry.

Cheng Min is injured for him, he should be worried.

However, Lin Xiaomi does not understand why she has a strange feeling.

In the past, Cheng Min was arrogant in front of her. She could take it as a clown, and she didn't care. She could even choke back for sure.

Because she is sure that Leng Yihuang likes her. He has no love for Chengmin.

But at this moment, Lin Xiaomi suddenly a little at a loss.Does he really have the slightest affection for Cheng Min?

Originally, she did not care about the existence of Cheng Min, because it is not important.

But just now, the words that Cheng Min once said to her when she was in Liancheng suddenly rang out in her mind.

Cheng Min said that she did not understand the feelings between Leng Yihuang and them at all. Between her and Cheng Min, Leng Yihuang would definitely choose the latter.

Before that, Lin Xiaomi only used to listen as a joke, but now

Why is he so worried? He seems to Forget about her.

The operation is still in progress. After the doctor has treated Leng Yihuang's wound, ah Xing goes over and asks, "young master, what should Wen Yun do with it?"

In Leng Yihuang's eyes, the cold light suddenly appeared: "you can deal with it as you should!"

"Yes."

Leng Yihuang's words are undoubtedly to send Wen Yun to the police station for murder with a gun. Wen Yun's prison is set.

Cheng Jie came out of the elevator in a panic, when the door of the operating room suddenly opened from inside, and the attending doctor came out with a frown.

Standing in front of Leng Yihuang, he said: "the position of the bullet is very bad. It's close to the spine. I'm afraid..."

Eagle eyes coldly looking at him, thin lips light open: "I'm afraid what?"

"I'm afraid the patients will have to be in wheelchairs in the future."

"Cheng Jie, you go." Leng Yihuang pursed his lips tightly.

The door of the operating room closed again and the corridor was quiet again.

Leng Yihuang rubs his hair hard and looks up at Shanglin Xiaomi.

His eyes flashed slightly and he raised his hand to her.

Lin Xiaomi's eyes fell on his bloody hands.

Leng Yihuang also noticed, got up to wash his hands clean, this just took her hand to sit on the chair.

"Scared?" He asked hoarsely.

"Not bad." Lin Xiaomi droops his eyes, and his eyes fall on his hands. Somehow, he always feels that the blood on his hands is not washed clean.

In corridor spreads flustered footstep sound, lift Mou to see, is white Chen quickly ran to come over.

Up and down looked at her, anxiously asked: "is there any injury? Did you get hurt? "

Lin Xiaomi staggers his line of sight and says faintly: "it's not me that hurt."

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