Chapter 257：

Luo Qiao had just finished breakfast, and the moment Luo Zelan opened the door of the ward, she seemed to hear a sound outside.

She put down her chopsticks and wondered: "What happened outside?"

Luo Zelan closed the door, and the soundproof goalkeeper blocked all the noise outside. His expression was unwavering, and his voice was wrapped in coldness: "Nothing, you heard it wrong."

He took a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He took an apple from the table and cut it for her.

Luo Qiao looked at his fingers as white as cold jade, and the man did not move quickly, revealing a leisurely elegance everywhere.

"I didn't tell my parents that you were hurt."

Luo Qiao's gaze retracted from his hand and nodded: "Well, lest they worry."

The ward was exceptionally quiet, faintly, there was still a voice coming from outside the door, Luo Qiao frowned and couldn't help but glance at the door.

At this time, Luo Zelan handed her the peeled apple, interrupting her gaze looking outside: "Eat it."

Luo Qiao took it and took a bite.

Luo Zelan drew a tissue, wiped his hands, raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Variety show is temporarily suspended. During this period of time, you will be well trained."

"it is good."

He took the remote control in his hand and turned on the TV in the ward, with a small volume, just to cover up all the sounds outside.

...

When Luo Zelan went out again, the noise outside had stopped.

Only the unidentified blood splashed on the ground informs the existence of the previous fight.

The bodyguard walked towards him and whispered: "Master."

Luo Zelan looked cold: "He's gone?"

"Yes."

"Keep it here these days and don't allow anyone to disturb Qiao Qiao."

"Yes, master."

The corridor was very quiet. Luo Zelan's gaze fell on the bodyguard's face, watching his face become blue and purple, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does it hurt?"

bodyguard:"……"

The bodyguard did not speak, Luo Zelan retracted his gaze and sneered, his tone difficult to distinguish between joy and anger: "That kid is quite ruthless."

...

In the car, the assistant bought trauma medicine and looked at the wound on Ming Siran's hand. He frowned worriedly and said: "Ming, I will ask you to treat the wound."

Ming Siran looked indifferent and did not care, looking out the car window without saying a word.

Except that the location of the joints on his hand was a bit scary and bleeding, there was no injury to the rest of his body, but the man who had always been lazy and casual was indifferent at this moment, and there was an indescribable taste.

After looking at this private hospital for a while, Ming Siran looked back, "Go and check what happened on the shooting scene the day I left."

The assistant answered: "Yes, Mr. Ming."

...

In the dead of night, Luo Qiao closed her eyes and lay on the hospital bed, not sleeping peacefully.

She frowned, and the fine sweat leaked from her forehead, wet her hair.

In the dream, the room was dark, and the surrounding atmosphere seemed particularly depressed.

She was bound with her hands and feet and could not move a single movement.

Someone opened the door and walked in step by step. A faint smell came into the tip of the nose. The man stood still in front of her, with his fingers between her eyebrows and eyes, sliding down her eyelids.

Luo Qiao pressed her lips tightly, feeling the scent of a snake crawling across her skin, and she couldn't help but see a layer of cold sweat behind her.

Accompanied by this action, a low chuckle slid over his ears, he leaned over to her, and a low and gentle voice penetrated into his ears.

He called her: "Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao’s heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a pair of big hands. She suddenly got up from the hospital bed, breathing heavily, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, and she quickly reached out to press the switch, but she didn’t know if the hospital’s lights were malfunctioning or How, no matter how she presses it, it won't light up.

It was dark all around, even the always-on lights in the corridor were out, and there were no fingers in the ward.

Luo Qiao's lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't make a sound.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, her voice hoarse: "Brother..."

No one paid any attention to her, neither doctors nor nurses were there.

Luo Qiao stood in place, feeling the cold soaking from her limbs and a hundred skeletons, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Just as the terrible thought flashed through her mind, she suddenly heard a chuckle.

It's the familiar chuckle that belongs to that man...

Luo Qiao's pupils shrank, and an extremely terrifying thought occupied her mind. She wanted to go, but her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and she could not move.

At this moment, she heard footsteps, which were the overlapping part of the nightmare, and he walked towards her from the darkness step by step.

The moonlight outside spilled into the house through the window, and Luo Qiao trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the figure standing not far in front of her.

He has a beautiful chin line, and the upper half of his face is covered by shadows. She can't see him clearly, but she can obviously feel his eyes fall on her.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted his lips, the beautiful and perfect lips raised a malicious arc, his thin lips lightly opened, and he called her again.

"Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao kept shaking her head, a layer of cold sweat oozing from her hands.

She whispered in despair: "Go away...you go away..."

Instead of doing what she wanted, the man walked further towards her.

He stretched out his fingers that were so white that there was no flaw, he seemed to want to touch her face, smiled deeper, and whispered softly: "My pretty..."

The sense of fear reached its peak in an instant, and Luo Qiao couldn't help screaming and suddenly sat up from the bed.

The ward was very quiet, the warm lights from the corridor came in, and the man’s voice and breath disappeared at this moment.

Luo Qiao hadn't recovered from her fear, and quickly reached out and pressed the light. This time the light was turned on by her, and the surroundings lit up instantly.

However, the flustered feeling still could not be calmed down, Luo Qiao hurriedly got off the hospital bed, raised her leg and ran out.

"brother……"

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were blank, her whole body was in a very wrong state, she walked to the door in a mess, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

But she didn't know where she made the mistake, and couldn't open it for a long time. She slammed the door hard, her brain was like being stirred by a ladle, and her temples hurt badly.

She didn't want to be here alone.

After finally pulling the door open, she just took a step, but instantly hit a chest.

The smell on the man's body is familiar, clean and nice.

She raised her eyes in a daze.

Ming Siran came to the hospital late at night and had just dealt with Luo Zelan's large group of bodyguards. He opened the door with his brows. He wanted to see Luo Qiao, but when he opened the door, a figure ran into him.

He lowered his eyes and met the woman's red eyes.

Ming Siran looked at the woman's appearance at the moment, frowning: "Pretty?"

The missed voice sounded in her ears, Luo Qiao's eyes flushed again, and she raised her hand to hug him.