Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

"I told you not to come over! Bastard, you're bleeding, don't move!" She cried, her voice soft and soft, as if she was begging him at a loss.

Li Beichen's heart ached, but his thin lips curled up slightly, "Then are you willing to come over?"

She won't go over there, it's an abyss, and she can't forget Xie Zhiyin's call, saying she was in the hotel with him...

The distance is getting closer.

He couldn't hold it anymore and could only crawl. Even so, he wanted to save her.

Wen Ning's eyes were stained with tears and he bit the corners of his lips, wanting to stay further away from him.

But she couldn't get up, her whole body was like a puddle of water, and the amazing heat made her wet...

His big hand touched her ankle.

The injured ankle was bleeding, and her toes were small and as pink as jade.

When he looked at it, he felt very distressed and couldn't even concentrate at all.

"Li Beichen, no, you don't want..." She dug at the corner of the wall, her voice was as soft as when she was being loved, resisting and wanting to indulge.

Li Beichen's big hands went up the hem of her torn skirt and hugged her waist. She trembled when he touched her.

With a stern expression and deep features, he used the last bit of strength to sit beside her and leaned against the wall.

Looking at her soft and red face, there was no romantic look in his eyes, and he reached for his belt, his trousers wrapped around the man's perfect figure.

He gasped softly, "Sit over here..."

"I don't," Wen Ning covered the corners of his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and his reason was on the verge of collapse, "At this time... you will die."

"I'm more afraid of your death." Li Beichen said softly, touching her small ankle with his hand.

Wen Ning's heart collapsed and he was filled with tears.

She crawled over uncontrollably, held his sexy Adam's apple, wrapped it around his neck, and lay tightly in his arms like a soft, burning cloud.

His eyes became wet and turned into spring water.

Li Beichen was moved by what he saw, and of course he was also emotional. He stretched out his arms to hug her slender body.

He didn't kiss her, firstly because he didn't have the strength, and secondly because he was afraid that she would mind.

He only dared to secretly breathe in her warm and soft fragrance, "Wen Ning, if I die, I will die in your arms.

It's better than that, I'll watch you die. "

"I don't want to." Wen Ning cried and still wanted to resist, her pride and sadness were painfully intertwined, "You and Xie Zhiyin..."

"I'm not dirty." He didn't know how to say it. He and Xie Zhiyin were never like that.

His smile was bitter.

In the end, she was welcomed... In the darkness, there were only strong and weak breathing sounds, which gradually became chaotic like a raging fire. Li Beichen reluctantly held her little hand, interlocking his fingers, and every trace of joy was suppressed by the pain and despair. Under treatment, he murmured, "Don't be afraid of my death. Even if I die, I will still be happy at this moment."

Wen Ning cried so much that she couldn't speak. Why did God torture her like this? Under such circumstances, she had sex with him.

Why? His love words always made her heart collapse. She was obviously in pain!

But her heart couldn't help but tremble for him, just like her body.

She told herself that this was a last resort treatment, so she shouldn't be soft-hearted and felt compassion, but he was willing to give his life for her...

Just like three years ago, when she was pregnant at the construction site and she was targeted for revenge, he stopped her without hesitation.

Tonight, in order to save her, he was stabbed without hesitation. Even now, he chose to let her live in peace...

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything has changed again!

Wen Ning was in so much pain that she hugged him with tears in her eyes, and gradually hugged him tighter... Her mind was bombarded by surging senses.

"Young Master Li!"

Someone's voice finally came from above the basement.

Wen Ning slowly woke up, her cheeks flushed and she froze in a hurry.

Li Beichen was half-conscious, took a breath, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid."

He said in a low voice, "Are you feeling better? Get my suit jacket and put it on."

He saved her, and she naturally felt relieved, and the terrible suffocation feeling dissipated a lot.

Wen Ning hurriedly cleaned up each other, and Huo Ling's figure broke in, "Third brother! Wen Ning?"

"We are here..." Wen Ning's voice was unusually low.

A large number of police officers broke into the entrance of the basement. In about ten minutes, they finally welded the chains.

Wen Ning said, "Need medical attention!"

Huo Ling ran in and saw that the third brother was seriously injured and had fallen into a coma. Blood spread on the ground, including Wen Ning's skirt and coat.

"how so?!"

"He was stabbed. Send him to the hospital quickly." Wen Ning supported Li Beichen, his throat trembling.

The medical ambulance came with the police.

Huo Ling quickly carried Li Beichen to the car, followed closely by Wen Ning.

As he was approaching the hospital, Li Beichen's cell phone suddenly rang in his trouser pocket, and Wen Ning was about to turn it off.

He suddenly woke up for a few seconds. As if something was extremely urgent, he held on to his weak consciousness and put the phone to his ear to answer it.

The ambulance was screaming, but Wen Ning couldn't hear who was calling him over there?

But his expression changed suddenly, his pupils were dull for a few seconds, and his face became very pale.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ning was confused. Is it Xie Zhiyin calling? Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and she was sinking.

The next second, his eyes closed, he passed out, fell on the ambulance, and dropped his cell phone on the ground.

"Medical care!" Wen Ning shouted.

"We're at the hospital! Get the patient out of the car quickly! He needs emergency surgery!" The ambulance crew in the car hurriedly opened the door.

In a hurry, Wen Ning didn't have time to think too much and jumped out of the car, even forgetting to pick up the dropped cell phone.

The door of the emergency operating room,

The surgeon frowned and looked at Li Beichen, "The blood pressure and heart rate are too low. He suffered such a deep stab wound. Why did he still let him exercise vigorously, play nonsense, play nonsense! If he dies, it is not the hospital's responsibility!"

"No. Wen Ning? Third brother, how can he exercise..." Huo Ling turned his head in confusion and solemnity.

Wen Ning's cheeks turned crimson and her face was filled with helpless embarrassment. She bit her lip until it almost bled.

"Miss, do you need an examination and an infusion?" A female doctor noticed Wen Ning's illness. "I see you are shaking all over and your pupils can't focus. Have you been harmed? That was just now Your husband? No wonder, I can’t blame you."

Wen Ning blushed even more with embarrassment.

Huo Ling, however, felt slightly relieved. Only at this moment did he have time to look at Wen Ning's tattered clothes, which were only blocked by his third brother's coat.

He coughed hastily and said, "Wen Ning, how about I stay here while you go get the infusion."

Looking down, she didn't even have any shoes on. She had experienced life and death all night, and just now she escorted her third brother over barefoot, her ankles stained with blood.

Huo Ling couldn't describe the feeling between the third brother and Wen Ning.

He sighed softly, "You can't let anything happen to you again. Go quickly. Third brother won't die."

Wen Ning turned pale, glanced at the door of the operating room, turned around and followed the female doctor out.

It's half past twelve.

Wen Ning was injected with a sustained-release injection. After the infusion was completed, her mind and body stabilized.

Fang Ying rushed over, bought her a new pair of shoes, new clothes, and even opened a ward for her to run errands.

Wen Ning was a little surprised, "Fang Ying, why did you come to the hospital?"