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Seeing that he was almost out of control, Lu Ling roared calmly, and moved out of Xia Jiaoyang directly.

AC was startled, subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed ward door, and stopped struggling.

"Think about why he is here. If you really beat him to death, how would you explain to Xia Jiaoyang? What would Xia Jiaoyang think?!"

Lu Ling frowned, said coldly, and gave Su Qianchen another wink.

Su Qianchen understood and went forward to help Xiao Yun up, and went to the side ward to debride the wound. A group of doctors and nurses had already gathered in the corridor. Seeing Su Qianchen and Xiao Yun approaching, everyone stepped aside road.

AC straightened his slightly messy collar, and Jun looked at Lu Ling expressionlessly: "You want to protect him? Then you'd better hide him well, and don't fall into the hands of our Xia family!"

After all, AC lifted his feet and left, his tall body brought a gust of cold wind.

Lu Ling frowned fiercely as he watched AC leave.

Ever since he knew that Xiao Yun was the one who hurt Xia Jiaoyang, Lu Ling had been very uneasy. Xia Jiaoyang didn't care, but it didn't mean that Xia's family didn't care.

An assistant AC alone would have such a big reaction. It is conceivable that if Xia Jiaoyang's family found out that Xia Jiaoyang's injury was caused by Xiao Yun, the consequences would be immeasurable. Xiao Yun's identity might not be able to save him at all!

And Luchen...

Thinking about it felt like a headache, Lu Ling frowned and sighed.

****

At night, Xia Jiaoyang was sitting on the hospital bed with a pen in his hand and a piece of letter paper in front of him.

The TV was not turned on, and there was no sound in the quiet room. Xia Jiaoyang stared at the white letter paper for a while, and after a while, he took up his pen and wrote the beginning.

Luchen:

In just two words, it seemed that she had used up all her strength in her life. After Xia Jiaoyang finished writing, she didn't move. Suddenly, the sockets of her eyes gradually burned with that name quietly.

Xia Jiaoyang couldn't remember when was the last time he wrote Lu Chen's name, the most recent time must have been a few years ago.

The only clear memory of it was one night before, when she couldn't sleep, she turned on the TV to watch.

Lu Chen couldn't fall asleep because of her noise, so he could only yawn and accompany her together. At that time, she was leaning in Lu Chen's arms, holding the remote control to change channels, and kept changing if she couldn't find a good program, and then changed back and forth. Suddenly changed to the calligraphy channel.

The host and guests inside were teaching how to write wild cursive on the spot. She watched it for a while, and then told Lu Chen that it was not as good as hers...

and after?

Later, in the middle of the night, the two got up from the bed and insisted on going to the study to compete in calligraphy.

Xia Jiaoyang knew the four treasures of the study at his fingertips, and Lu Chen had also learned them.

After the two went to the study room, each wrote their own and started to compete like this. What Xia Jiaoyang wrote was not wild cursive, but correct block letters.

That night, she wrote Lu Chen's name on a whim...

pat.

The room suddenly heard the sound of water dripping on the paper, Xia Jiaoyang came back to his senses, looked at the dizzy spot on the letter paper, and closed his eyes with difficulty.

Suddenly a clean white tissue came in front of him, Xia Jiaoyang was startled and looked up.

Lu Ling's stern facial features appeared in front of his eyes, and the lights behind him were too bright, Xia Jiaoyang couldn't help lowering his head and closing his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Lu Ling just stood there, looked at Xia Jiaoyang's drooping head, and slightly glanced at his eyebrows, his voice was always cold.