Dear Mr. Lu

Everyone immediately seemed to have found the backbone and acted immediately.

Luo Wencheng was carefully carried into Lu Chong's super-extended car with super performance. Lu Chong didn't need to follow the car, but he stood by the car and hesitated for a moment before following him: "Drive faster."

"Yes." The driver was serious, and the car slid out as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

The back seat was occupied by Luo Wencheng and the doctor. It was the first time since Lu Chong took power that he condescended to sit in the passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Luo Wencheng who was lying on the seat as pale as death, and listened to his unconscious groans. The brows were tightly knit together, the deep-lined face was frozen like a layer of ice, and the air pressure was terribly low.

The driver glanced at him cautiously, was startled, and quickly concentrated on driving.

Sure enough, an ambulance was encountered on the way, and the person was immediately transferred into the ambulance, and all kinds of professional instruments and means hurriedly followed.

…

When Luo Wencheng woke up, he found himself lying on a soft bed. The air was filled with a faint smell of medicine. It was obviously still at night. The light on the ceiling was on, and the light was a bit dazzling. He closed his eyes, his head was still dizzy, No strength, lazy and unwilling to move.

When he was rescued, he was actually conscious and quite sober. He just pretended to be unconscious and showed the pain unreservedly. When he heard Lu Chong's voice, he knew that his plan was half successful. .

But as soon as the "punishment time" was over, he really passed out. He was still in Lu Chong's car at that time, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

A voice of conversation gradually came from outside the door: "...Fortunately, the rescue was timely. It's hard to say what will happen if it's delayed. Although the person is out of danger now, I'm worried that there will be sequelae. I'll stay in the hospital for observation for a while."

"Okay, I see, thank you for your hard work." A deep and magnetic voice said, but the faint voice made people feel particularly powerful.

Luo Wencheng opened his eyes, a strange look flashed across his face, did Lu Chong follow him all the way to the hospital?

The door of the ward was pushed open, Luo Wencheng immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, when he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, which was deliberately muted, as if he was worried about waking him up, and then the man came to his bedside.

Only then did Luo Wencheng move slightly, as if he had just woken up, and opened his eyes with trembling eyelids.

As if his eyes were stimulated by the light, he tilted his head uncomfortably, just in time to meet a pair of deep sea-like gloomy and quiet eyes.

There seemed to be countless complicated emotions fluctuating in those eyes, but also seemed to be empty, completely indifferent and cold, making it impossible for people to explore.

Luo Wencheng was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at him without speaking.

Only then did Lu Chong say, "I woke you up." In his usual calm tone, if Luo Wencheng didn't know that he had walked through the gate of hell, he would have thought he had just taken a nap.

He smiled faintly, also calmly: "It's you again." He slowly closed his eyes, and said as if sighing, "It seems that every time you are unlucky, you have seen it, it's really embarrassing. "

His expression and tone were also very calm, and he didn't seem to know that he almost died, but because of his weakness, his voice was so soft that it was almost breathless, with a different kind of hoarseness, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was beautiful, looking Very well-behaved, but also extremely cool.

That is indifference to one's own life.

He was a completely different person from the young man who had been pestering someone for company in the hotel a few hours ago.

Lu Chong frowned suddenly: "Do you know that you almost died?"

Luo Wencheng remained motionless with his eyes closed, his face was pale and handsome, his sparse brows and eyes exuded a rare graceful taste due to his weakness, his black hair was scattered on the white pillow and smooth and full forehead, making him look more like a delicate sleeper. beauty. Too beautiful, but also shockingly fragile.

The turmoil in Lu Chong's heart had already been suppressed by him, as if he had never appeared, and he had even deceived himself, but when he saw him looking like he was dying, his heart jumped, and he held back for a long time inexplicably Anger surged up immediately.

He asked coldly: "You already knew this would happen, are you waiting to die?"

Acting coquettishly and chattering uncharacteristically, saying that he might not have the chance to see the stars, wishing like an oath, and saying goodbye obediently, in retrospect, it all seems like a willful and eternal farewell before death.

Thinking about this, Lu Chong suddenly became a little angry.

He has lived in darkness all his life, with blood on his hands, but he has never implicated innocent people, and he most despises other people's contempt for life.

Clean, soft, young, beautiful life, each one is the mercy of God.

He is like an old vagabond, no scenery in the world can attract his nostalgia, the enthusiasm that barely maintains in his body is all because of this beauty and expectation.

He looked at Luo Wencheng for a moment, then turned to leave: "I'll call the doctor."

Luo Wencheng suddenly said: "Sir."

He opened his eyes and looked at the man who was looking sideways at him.

are you angry?

Why?

Is it because you look down on the cowardice you have shown? Are you angry at him for not fighting, or...

Luo Wencheng has been testing this man, trying to understand each other more in every contact. Although he doesn't know why, he can be sure that the other party has a soft heart for him.

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Don't go, can you come closer?"

Lu Chong was silent for a while, and took back the steps he left.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you sit down?"

Lu Chong sat down beside the bed.

Luo Wencheng showed a small smile, stretched out his hand to grab his hand, and drew that broad and powerful hand to his forehead.

"I have a headache." There was a hint of grievance.

Maybe it was because Luo Wencheng's mood changed too quickly and weirdly, maybe it was because he was frowning and looking so pitiful at the moment, Lu Chong froze for a moment, but he didn't take out his hand after all, he stretched out his other hand and rang the bedside bell : "The doctor will be here soon."

Lu Chong covered Luo Wencheng's eyes with his hand, only showing the tip of his nose and beautifully shaped but pale lips. His face shape is very good-looking, the outline is a circle smaller than that of ordinary men, but he doesn't look feminine, but Now that only half of his face is exposed, he suddenly looks immature.

Lu Chong could feel Luo Wencheng's eyeballs rolling slightly under his palm. He didn't know whether it was because of discomfort or uneasiness. Then Luo Wencheng moved suddenly, let go of his hand, and hugged him towards his waist. He didn't expect him to do this at all. Lu Chong failed to dodge and was hugged tightly by him.

Luo Wencheng wrapped his arms tightly around the man's thin waist, buried his face in the man's waist, clinging to the cool soft cloth, he said in a low voice, "Just a hug."

The man's whole body was stiff, and a trace of fear flashed in his dark and deep eyes, but when he heard this childish sentence, he felt a little funny, and on the contrary, he couldn't bear to push him away.

Probably not awake yet.

His eyes softened, and the ups and downs of anger in his heart finally turned into pity that he didn't even realize at this moment. His hand stopped in mid-air for a moment, and finally put it on Luo Wencheng's head.