Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Yan Gui was startled slightly, and then he quickly held her body, his hand touched the back of her head, and nervously asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

He never thought that the scenery would come over to block him, in fact, even if there is no scenery, he can avoid it.

"I..." Feng Jing half-squinted her eyes and felt dizzy. She shook her head slightly, "I'm fine..."

However, Yan Gui noticed that the hand he put on her head felt the warm liquid, and he slowly raised his trembling hand, the blood stained on his hand stinged his eyes.

Scenery tried hard to wake up, but failed. She leaned back on his body, losing strength.

"I'll take you to the hospital...you'll be fine..." Yan Gui picked up the person who was in a semi-comatose state, and walked quickly to the black car, whether it was from Brother Skeleton or the group. Bodyguards, they have red eyes, so no one stops them.

The car door opened from the inside. Sitting in the car was a man staring at the phone screen intently. He didn't seem to see the incident of Yangui walking over with the injured scenery anxiously. Perhaps you can say, He didn't care at all.

Yan Gui first put the scenery in the car, and then he said, "The scenery is injured and I need to go to the hospital immediately."

He didn't say this to a man playing with a mobile phone, but to the driver sitting in front.

The driver glanced at the man in black sitting behind again, and then he looked at Yan Gui and nodded, "Okay."

When Yangui was about to get into the car and hug the scenery, his mobile phone rang. This ringtone was different from the ringtones of other calls he received. In other words, this was something he set up to pay special attention to. The scenery in a coma, finally hesitated to take out his mobile phone, the name of the caller ID was the person he had been looking forward to for a long time, and he answered the phone, "Is there anything wrong?"

I don’t know what the person on the other side said, his expression suddenly changed. After a long time, he said, "I'll be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Gui stepped into the car and stepped out again, but he did not rush to walk, but bent down and looked at the scenery's small face, his eyes were full of entanglements that other people could not understand. But in the end, he still had to choose. He raised his eyes and said to the man in the car who didn't say a word from start to finish: "For the sake of our friends since childhood, you can help me take care of her temporarily, right? ?"

The silent man remained silent. The only thing he was interested in was his mobile phone.

Yan Gui, who knew his temperament well, understood that he had agreed. Yan Gui stretched out his hand to caress the cheek of the scenery. Then he straightened up and left a word of "thank you", then he turned and left.

Soon, the car drove in the direction of the hospital.

When the car was turning, the scenery leaning on the back of the chair tilted and accidentally fell onto the man's lap.

The man playing with the mobile phone pauses, he has never liked contact with people, even if it is Yangui, who grew up with him since childhood, he doesn't like it.

When he stretched out his hand to help her fall to the other side, she snorted softly, and his hand paused, as if he was frightened.

He had an illusion that if he touched it like this, she would break like glass.

Then, he saw that the corner of his clothes was gently grasped by a white hand, and the unconscious person opened his eyes a slit. Her eyes seemed to be misty and hazy, and she murmured unconsciously. "Yangui...I'm so cold..."

She was pale, and the blood from the wound on her head slightly wetted her hair. She is now...like what?

In the forest, a wounded little cub begged the hunter for mercy.

She didn't wake up long before she closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, the man put down his mobile phone without saying a word. He helped the person who was lying on his lap first, then picked her up, and let her sit on his lap with her face pressed against his. Chest, the hand holding the corner of his clothes has not been released yet.

The man took out a white handkerchief and gently pressed her bleeding wound. Because of the pain, she whimpered.

His expression was slightly stagnant, and his other hand gently patted her on the back, "Don't be afraid...you will be fine soon."

The driver who heard the sound shook his hand and almost drove the car into the river.