Madame changed her dress again today

Lin Nanqiao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him.

Most of his weight was on her body.

Taking a deep breath secretly, greedily smelling the clear fragrance.

His eyes fell on her face.

At such a close distance, he still couldn't see her face clearly.

But that's okay.

As long as he finds her, one day, he will see her eyes again.

……

Lin Nanqiao helped the clown into the church and sat on the pew.

The dean's grandfather has already found the medicine box.

Lin Nanqiao bandaged the wound for the clown and said, "Although the wound is not deep, it is very long and needs to be stitched up. I will ask Xiao Zhao to take you to the hospital."

She will not leave tonight and stay in the church in case those bastards leave and return.

The scene of his attack emerged in his mind again, violent and powerful, comparable to the scene of an action movie.

How many seconds did it take him to twist and dislocate most of Fang Zhiwu's important joints?

20 seconds?
Or 15 seconds?
His skill is so good!
Who is he?
For the second time in his life, Lin Nanqiao became curious about men again.

It's still the same man she was curious about for the first time.

Lin Nanqiao looked up at him.

The thick oil paint blurred his facial features.

He could only vaguely see his tall nose bridge, long and thick eyelashes, and large light amber pupils.

The collar of the black tuxedo lined the skin of his neck, which was as white as jade.

He looked at Xiao Zhao, a volunteer who was standing two meters away from him.

Xiao Zhao also grew up in an orphanage. After graduating from university, whenever he had time, he would come to the orphanage as a volunteer.

He met the clown's amber eyes with cold eyes, and shook his head hastily: "Sister Nan Qiao, I dare not send brother clown to the hospital! Did you forget? Brother clown doesn't allow anyone to approach him!"

Not just Xiao Zhao, the dean's grandfather, other volunteers, and children all stood two meters away.

Only she and Lin Dabao sat beside the clown.

Lin Nanqiao was stunned and looked at the clown.

Just now she entered the church with the clown half in her arms.

How could he suddenly make an exception for her and allow her to touch him?

The ghostly Lin Dabao said: "Sister Qiao, you and brother clown have both lived and died together just now, and you are his own!"

Is that right?

Lin Nanqiao always felt that something was weird.

She looked at his arm.

The blood was almost soaking through the gauze.

The wound must be closed as quickly as possible.

She smiled and said: "Brother Clown, Xiao Zhao also helped to beat those gangsters. He also lived and died with us, and he is also one of us. Let him take you to the hospital, okay?"

Lin Nanqiao has a good voice.

The voice is elegant and moving.

When she softly called him brother clown, the clown's ears were reddish, and the color of his amber eyes deepened.

But she pushed him to someone else!

The clown stood up and strode out.

But after walking a few steps, his tall figure swayed slightly.

Seeing this, Lin Nanqiao hurried forward and supported him.

He reached out to push her away.

Lin Dabao trotted up, translating the clown's movements: "Brother Clown means that he doesn't need you to take him, he can go to the hospital by himself!"

Lin Nanqiao frowned slightly, sensing that he was pushing her harder, she simply put her arms around his waist again.

His arms are still bleeding, how can he go by himself?

And he doesn't seem to be able to speak, how can he communicate with the doctor?
But she was really worried that those bastards would come back and make trouble!

At this moment, the dean's grandfather hung up the phone.

He walked briskly, walked over with a relaxed face, stood two meters away, and kept a distance from the clown.

He said to Lin Nanqiao: "Nan Qiao, you don't have to worry. Sergeant Han Zhengyang will come over in a while. With him here, even if Wanqin brings someone here in person, she won't dare to make trouble! Take the clown to the hospital as soon as possible!" "

……

Lin Nanqiao asked Lin Dabao to stay in the orphanage, and she drove the clown to the hospital.

Hospital, outside the emergency department.

Lin Nanqiao sat on the bench with deep thought in his eyes.

As far as she knew, Han Zhengyang had an extraordinary background and was born in the direct line of the Han family.

The Han family is one of the famous wealthy families in Jingzhou.

How could he be personally involved in a troublesome case in an orphanage?
Is it because of the clown?
Although I don't know what he looks like, but from his skill and temperament, it can be seen that he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Just when Lin Nanqiao was thinking deeply, a man's exclamation came from the emergency room: "Let me go! Ah!"

Lin Nanqiao hurried into the emergency room.

The clown grabbed the doctor by the neck with one hand and pushed him against the wall.

Because of the force, the back of the white hand was stretched with blue veins.

And the doctor's cheeks were flushed because he couldn't breathe, and his face was full of pain.

Lin Nanqiao was shocked, hugged the clown's waist with one hand, and grabbed the doctor's wrist with the other, "Brother clown, be good! Let go of the doctor, he didn't mean to get close to you! He just wanted to suture your wound ah!"

Joker's breathing was heavy and heavy.

The woman's elegant and gentle voice reached his ears.

Embracing his soft body tightly, exuding a clear fragrance.

The fragrance that made him addicted and also made him lose control, at this time, like a sedative, quickly calmed down his violent emotions after being touched.

The hand that was clutching the doctor's neck loosened.

Most of the weight of her body was on Lin Nanqiao again, making it impossible for her to push him away.

Lin Nanqiao didn't intend to push him away either.

She still held him in her arms and patted his tense back.

"Hey, it's all right now! The doctor is a good man, don't be afraid of him!"

The doctor, whose neck was almost broken, slumped on the seat and looked at Lin Nanqiao speechlessly—is he the one to be afraid of?
However, he and Jin Yu have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time he saw Jin Yu willing to be touched or even hugged by a woman.

And after he sewed up the wound for him just now, he inevitably touched his arm, and he almost broke his neck!
Today, he can be considered to have a concrete understanding of the differences in the world.

Lin Nanqiao felt the clown's tense body become soft, and then looked at the doctor: "Doctor, I'm sorry."

When she saw the doctor's face, she was surprised: "Doctor Han, why are you in the emergency room?"

Han Zhuonian, the second youngest of the Han family.

How could a genius doctor who became famous at a young age appear in the emergency room?
Han Zhuonian looked at this ordinary and slightly ugly woman in surprise: "Miss Lin, how do you know me?"

Although his reputation in the medical field is not small, ordinary people may not know him.

And she used to be a wealthy and famous lady in Jingzhou, her circle of high society was only that big, so of course she had heard of Han Zhuonian's name.

Most importantly, Han Zhuonian wrote her a love letter.

Lin Nanqiao found an excuse, and said in a sincere tone: "My friend is a medical student, and the one I admire most is Dr. Han. Dr. Han became famous at a young age, and his medical skills are superb, which is the gospel for the majority of patients!"

Han Zhuonian had heard such words countless times, but for some reason, it was especially useful to say it from Lin Nanqiao's mouth.

Probably because her name was the same as the first girl he liked.

He smiled and said, "Miss Lin, that's ridiculous."

Lin Nanqiao asked in surprise: "How did Doctor Han know my surname is Lin? Is it because you and brother clown are friends? He told you my surname is Lin?"

Han Zhuonian is the second youngest of the Han family, and someone who can be friends with him and even use his direct connections must be a top celebrity in Jingzhou.

Who the hell is that clown?
Did she ever know him?Have you met him?

Han Zhuonian looked meaningfully at the clown who was half leaning in Lin Nanqiao's arms, "The clown is my younger brother. Miss Lin, he can't take care of himself. The wound on his arm is very deep. If you don't pay attention, it may cause infection and high fever .So can he live in your house until his wounds are healed?"