grab that pudding

Chang Junjie received a call from the lobby brother more than ten hours ago. To be honest, Rao is a loyal little follower for many years. When he heard his tone, Chang Junjie also trembled three times. After spending two hours obediently driving a Bugatti and waiting at the nearest place, a lot of photos were taken by passers-by. Even Chang Junjie, who passed the second term, almost wanted to drive away.

But compared to face, life seems to be more important...

And when Chang Cheng opened the door and sat in the driver's seat as if possessed by Hades, Chang Junjie already realized that he might have to experience something even more terrifying...

Fortunately, they did not hit the National Day crowd, and the sports car gave full play to its performance along the way.Chang Junjie pressed his back tightly against the back chair, afraid that he would be thrown out if he was distracted for a second, and he didn't dare to look at his cousin's face.

Chang Cheng didn't say a word during the whole process, just stared at the road ahead with sullen face, pursed lips and bloodshot eyes.

When running at a low speed, with that murderous look in his eyes, Chang Junjie felt that he could jump up and tear up the countdown red light in the next second.

Either the car in front didn't dare to move even if it moved, it was obviously a lifeless car, but it seemed to see them stiff like a salted fish, or it heard them from a long distance and obediently drove to the far side.Because of the roaring sound of these sports cars, just by listening to them, you can't afford to provoke them.

Not long after, he was chased by a police car because of the desperate speed, but Chang Cheng seemed to have not heard or seen at all, stepping on the accelerator and constantly overtaking and speeding.

So it was a fast and agile sports car chasing two police cars with sirens and lights on.

But soon, he was left far away by the sports car.

When the police car finally found this desperate sports car that threatened the safety of the public, only Chang Junjie, who survived the disaster, was left waiting for interrogation with a pale face.

"What's wrong with him?" His whole body was cold, bloodshot frame, deep dark circles, and stubble growing in circles, all showed a state of deep lack of rest.

Lele, who had stabilized his mood, was brewing with anger and wanted to explode towards Changcheng, but after seeing Changcheng, he quietly hid behind Wang Yuheng.

so horrible.

"The doctor said that the operation was relatively successful, but because of the brain damage, his condition cannot be guaranteed. The tree branch was inserted into the body, and the lungs were seriously injured. He is still under ICU monitoring, and he can only be transferred to the general public when the situation stabilizes. Ward." Wang Yuheng narrated calmly while walking, and when he got out of the elevator, he paused before turning a corner and stopped Chang Cheng: "Chang Cheng, it may be difficult, but you have to keep calm."

"Ah."

But when he really saw Song Huan lying in the ICU, all his rationality was thrown away.

His baby was fine when he left. He stood by the door and smiled and told him to make delicious food for him when he came back. His crooked eyes were shining with agility. With his head pressed against his chest, his hands were patted behind him lightly, and he would be mischievously driven away but his eyes were also filled with reluctance.

Didn't you say wait for me to come back?

How did it become like this now?

Lying quietly on a pale bed, with a layer of white gauze wrapped around his head, his bloodless and cool face was covered with several scars, half of his face was covered by an oxygen mask, and his uncovered eyes were silent He was closed, with various tubes inserted into his body.

Neither the ward separated by glass nor the people on the bed could feel any vitality, lifeless.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.My baby shouldn't be so lifeless, shouldn't be so pale and weak, shouldn't be lying on the bed relying on the beating numbers to prove breathing, shouldn't...

Wasn't it fine when I left?how so?how so……

Huanhuan, I'm back, I'm late, don't you want to beat me up angrily?I’m here, I’m not moving, I’m definitely not going to fight back, get up and hit me, get up, I’m really not moving, get up and beat me up…

I don’t want you to cook, I’ll cook for you, I’ll cook for you whatever you want, I’ll cook a lot for you, a table full, I’ll give it to you, it’s all yours, it’s all yours , get up quickly, let's go home, shall we?

Let's go home, shall we...

Why don't you open your eyes and look at me, are you still angry?

I'm here, I'm back, baby you hear me?Did you hear that?I am here!

Wang Yuheng blocked the nurse who finally couldn't help but came to stop her.

"Sir, you can't smash the window..." the nurse whispered, she looked at the window with embarrassment, it was Chang Cheng who supported the transparent glass with one hand, and slapped desperately with the other as if he had been rejected.

"Sorry, let him vent first..."

Before she could finish speaking, the nurse looked at the tall man, with his forehead pressed against the glass as if exhausted, two lines of tears fell quickly, and the tears bloomed on the ground like a scene Sad fireworks, painful and shocking.

Silently, there was no sound of choking, but the nurse seemed to hear the sound of a broken heart falling to the ground...

She has seen too many people outside this window, some crying, some refusing to believe, some shouting heart-piercingly, some rushing out at the first sight... But, she has never seen In this way, like the people inside, it is silent and terrifying.

With red eyes, as if through the glass, with trembling hands, he was trying to trace the sleeping person inside.

In the next few days, this person will come, and when he comes, he will come silently and silently, but in those sad eyes, there is deep affection as heavy as the same pain, and he traces the scene in the ward through the glass. People sometimes smile with their faces sideways, with a bitter smile, sometimes they move their lips slightly and murmur, but they are reluctant to make a sound, as if the people inside are just in a deep sleep. He just looked at his lover in his sleep.

That's right, from the first time he came in, everyone in the monitoring room knew that it was his lover, a lover who loved him very much.That's why even the back is in deep pain.

Coming out of the ICU, Chang Cheng met the doctor who was specially transferred this time.Then there's the police.He wants to see and listen to it in person, which seems like a strange obsession.

"Excuse me, are you a friend of Mr. Song?" The police have already investigated. Mr. Song has only a four-year-old son and has no other relatives.

"I'm his lover. I want to understand this accident." Chang Cheng said firmly, his eyes didn't flicker at all, as if he was thinking of something more truth than truth.

Hearing this, the police had no doubts.Eyes can't lie.

"Mr. Song's car is driving safely... The truck behind is too fast, carrying a lot of goods, and the rain is too heavy to see the car in front. When a series of collisions happened behind, they speeded up to dodge and hit Song. The car that Mr. was riding in turned over and fell off the broken road next to the guardrail..."

"When it fell, the focus was on the right side, and Mr. Song and his child were sitting on the right side. A girl was sitting in the child safety seat in the car, so the seat belt of Mr. Song's child was not very good when the incident happened. The protection is good. We preliminarily speculate that Mr. Song protected the child, so he was the most injured among the five passengers in the car..."

After the police briefly narrated the case report, it seemed that in just a few pages, they had finished everything that Song Huan had experienced at that time.

The room was filled with white mist of smoke, which was very choking.No one was there to care.Chang Cheng held the cigarette between his slender fingers, and took a deep puff. Another puff of smoke covered his trembling hands and red eyes.

"The responsibility for this incident, our police will..."

"It's okay." The hoarse voice was mixed with Frost, quickly and unilaterally ending the talk.

"Mr. Chang, we can understand your emotions very well, but there are still many procedures to be done..."

"Enough!" Chang Cheng lowered his voice, using his only rationality to suppress the anger that had burst out of his mouth.

"Thank you. My assistant will take over next." After saying this, he threw the cigarette into the paper cup, and pushed the door open without looking back.At this moment, he didn't care about things other than Song Huan at all, and he didn't need to waste any second on them.These things and people that made Song Huan so dangerous now, he will investigate carefully, but not now.

"Uncle? Where's Dad?" Little Pudding was lying on the bed. He was so small that he looked like a little hamster nesting in a big orange cat's nest. The frightened villain was covered with a layer of fragility. .

"Brother said that Dad is in another room, but I want to see him..." The big eyes filled with tears, trembling, rolled around, and finally fell down.

Chang Cheng leaned over and gently hugged the child into his arms, avoiding the wound and the little hands in plaster, and gently patted his back: "If you get up well, uncle will take you to see Dad. Dad is upstairs Come on. Uncle will take you there when you get better, okay?"

The wronged child seemed to have finally found a safe place, buried there and cried loudly, crying out all the discomfort, fear, panic, helplessness, and helplessness...

"Hey, uncle is here, don't be afraid, it's okay..." Chang Cheng coaxed the little child in his arms over and over again, as gentle as the moonlight on a summer night, enveloping the small forest softly.

Lelehong outside the door buried her eyes in Wang Yuheng's shoulders, and whispered: "It's too bad, I'm so good, but he can only cry like a real child at the bastard... It's really too bad... I want to tell Huanhuan that they bullied me...I also complain..."

As he spoke, he became more and more choked up, and he held Wang Yuheng like a helpless child and did not let go: "Is Huanhuan going to be okay? When will Huanhuan wake up?...Everyone bullies me, makes me worry... What should I do if something happens to Huanhuan... Hengheng, I'm afraid..."

Wang Yuheng also circled her baby, comforting softly: "It will be fine, don't be afraid, he will get up after resting. Then the baby can complain to him. Be good, don't cry."

The tighter the ring, the more reluctant to let go, because he is also afraid. He is afraid that the person he loves will be hurt. If you are the unconscious person, what should I do?

In the past, he would not be so afraid. For him, birth, old age, sickness and death are just a necessary process in life. Everyone will go through these stages. Live the life you have, realize your own life value, and when that moment comes, you can accept it frankly.

But ever since he had Lele, this rampant but innocent and passionate person, he began to waver. Only now did he realize that he was really afraid. He was afraid that the loved ones around him would be hurt and that he would leave.

It was only because I cared too much that I was so afraid, and became so vulnerable and irrational.

I'm just an ordinary mortal, a mortal who can't live without you.

When Little Pudding was tired from crying, he fell asleep in Chang Cheng's arms, his curled eyelashes glistened with tears, his little eyebrows were furrowed uncomfortably, his little face was flushed with tears.

Chang Cheng carefully put the child down, only to find that Little Pudding's other hand was tightly holding onto the corner of his clothes.Chang Cheng had no choice but to kiss his brows and eyes comfortingly, gently rubbed into his palm, held the soft little hand and then moved it away.

Went to the bathroom to wet a hot towel, returned to the bed and carefully wiped the child's face, after washing it once, carefully rolled up the clothes, and wiped the child's sweat from crying.

He watched the child sleep peacefully before leaving.

Lele will help watch the child, and he has other things to do.

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