I want to be your white moonlight

"It can only be recovered slowly. Fortunately, the knife avoided the vital point, and he is out of danger for the time being." Dr. Chen thought for a while, and sighed: "Eat more blood-enriching food, eat tonic, this little classmate is too thin He is young and in good health, so he should recover relatively quickly."

Wen Yao nodded: "Thank you."

Huo Sirong stood outside the intensive care unit, looking through the glass wall at Lin Xiang who was unconscious on the bed.

"I found out," Wen Yao turned off the screen of his phone and looked at Huo Sirong who was facing him, "It's a local loan shark organization. He wanted to find a person named He Siyuan to pay back the money, but He Siyuan ran away, so he went to find Lin Xiang .”

"Lin Xiang is He Siyuan's guarantor. As for He Siyuan, he borrowed five thousand from Little White Rabbit, two of his high school classmates."

After Wen Yao explained concisely, Huo Sirong understood the cause and effect, and commented lightly: "Stupid."

Wen Yao smiled and shook his head.

"It's also the little white rabbit who has a bad temper. Those gangsters just wanted to catch him and ask about He Siyuan's whereabouts. The little white rabbit just copied the stick and fucked him." Wen Yao followed Huo Sirong's gaze, and Lin Xiang looked at him. Lying there bloodless, white mist fell up and down in the breathing mask.

"The person who stabbed him, where he stabbed and how deep the bucket was, returned it, and then handed it over to the police." Huo Sirong said calmly, Wen Yao looked serious, and nodded: "Yes."

Wen Yao turned around to deal with it.

Huo Sirong was not idle either. After Wen Yao left, he drove to the set. The film in hand was about to wrap up, and the last scene was Huo Sirong's grand finale.

Acting is very easy for him. Huo Sirong can perfectly display any movements, micro-expressions, angles facing the camera, and emotions when reading lines, like a precision instrument.

I don't know which famous director has commented, "Actor Huo is not bad, he is great. Too perfect, but it looks fake and lifeless."

It doesn't matter who said it.

Because 90.00% of the people in this circle can't even be perfect, except for those who are jealous of him, no one has brought Huo Sirong's shortcomings to the surface.

For Huo Sirong, it seems natural to have everything, whether on or off the screen.

In the last scene, he had to drop Wia, fly into the air, and make a stunning scene. If the opponent actor was not afraid of heights, Huo Sirong could have passed this card in one go.

After repeated filming until the end, the other party finally gritted his teeth and finished the filming, put it on the ground, and apologized to Huo Sirong repeatedly.

Huo Sirong waved his hand, left without saying a word.

When he returned to the hospital, Lin Xiang was already awake.

The young man sat on his back on the hospital bed, reading a book quietly, which he borrowed from the nurse.

Huo Sirong walked in silently, Lin Xiangruo felt something, the tips of his ears moved, and he raised his head suddenly.

His face was still pale, and his lips were bloodless.

——"Just treat him better." Lin Yan on the hospital bed said with a smile, "That's my real brother."

Huo Sirong pondered for a while, and sat down beside Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang stared at him blankly, her lips moved.

Huo Sirong took the book in his hand, and glanced casually from the corner of his eyes: "One Hundred Years of Solitude"

"Thank you." Lin Xiang blinked: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

"You saved me." Lin Xiang pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be shining with stars, and he bent the corners of his eyes: "I thought you wouldn't come."

"You can't die." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice, he wanted to explain, but the words suddenly stuck in his throat.

The American doctor said that Lin Yan's illness required massive blood transfusions. Lin Yan had Rh-negative AB blood, an extremely rare panda blood.

Lin Xiang, must be Lin Yan's blood bag.

Huo Sirong stared at Lin Xiang speechlessly.

The young man's soft hair drooped, he thought for a while, and raised his hand to hold Huo Sirong's big and broad hand. His white and tender skin was like boiled egg white.

Huo Sirong's eyes were deep.

Lin Xiang turned his body sideways with difficulty. In the night, everything was silent, except for his breathing and heartbeat.

The wound burst open, and blood seeped out along the thin cracks.

Enduring the pain, Lin Xiang grabbed Huo Sirong's shoulder with the other hand, turned sideways with difficulty and effort, and kissed the man's warm lips very slowly, like a feather brushing across the sea.

"Thank you."

Mr. Huo, you actually care about me a little, don't you?

Lin Xiang hugged his neck and leaned into Huo Sirong's arms.

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