domineering man

Zhao Xun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his powerful aura made everyone present hold their breath.

Overnight, Zhao Shi's offspring all gathered in the hospital because the person who was dying was the brother of the head of the family.

The little aunt kept winking at the uncle, asking him to go up and say a few words, so as to please Zhao Xun.

But the younger uncle looked at the nephew who had an overwhelming aura in front of him, his heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to go forward.

The second uncle's family thinks more than the younger uncle's family.

Because they heard that Zhao Qian was injured because of a car bet with Zhao Wenhua.

And until now, they have not seen Zhao Wenhua himself.

Thinking of this, they looked at the long-haired man sitting on the bench.

It is said that this person rescued the dying Zhao Qian during the explosion, otherwise there might not even be a last chance of life.

However, the person in front of him had a peaceful face and an indifferent appearance. He didn't look like Zhao Qian's lover on the tip of his heart.

If the relationship between the two was really that deep, this reaction would seem a little too indifferent.

The lights in the operating room went out, and as soon as the doctor came out, Zhao Yi strode over.

"Doctor, what's the matter?"

Xiao Liu frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The doctor didn't speak, just sighed, but just this breath almost scared the second uncle's family over.

If Zhao Qian really had something wrong, their family would really be over.

Zhao Wenya's eyes were slightly red, and she pursed her lips tightly.

Her wedding was already on the agenda, and when something like this happened, the hatred for Zhao Wenhua in her heart almost made her grit her teeth.

"The patient's condition is more ideal than I imagined. He has a strong desire to survive, but his body may not be able to survive today..."

"He'll be fine tomorrow."

Yin Su who was sitting on the bench suddenly spoke.

He stood up, and his tall figure walked over the crowd to the doctor step by step.

The doctor's words were interrupted, and he was a little unhappy.

"Hey, how can you talk nonsense, he..."

"He'll be fine tomorrow."

Yin Su repeated it calmly.

A silver light flashed across those eyes as black as glazed glass.

The doctor's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he followed his words unconsciously.

"He'll be fine tomorrow."

The eyes of the second uncle's family who saw nothing but heard this sentence lit up, and hurriedly surrounded them.

"Really, if this is the case, is the situation not very serious, then we Wenhua..."

The second aunt's words got stuck in her throat in shock from Zhao Xun's heavy gaze.

The doctor shook his head, and was startled when he saw so many people suddenly surrounded in front of him. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "I won't accept visits tonight. Let's talk about what's going on tomorrow."

After speaking, the doctor turned around and left to continue to visit the patients behind.

Zhao Sui held back his breath, he was about to use his power to call the dean over, but Xiao Liu tightly grabbed his hand.

He looked at the other party angrily, but saw Xiao Liu looking at Yin Su.

Only then did Zhao Xun remember that it was Yin Su who rescued Zhao Qian from the fire.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the rage that was about to lose control.

"Thank you..."

Yin Su's eyes turned slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "It's not too late to thank you tomorrow."

Zhao Xun frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"I said, he'll be fine tomorrow."

At this moment, Yin Su is leisurely and peaceful, with the depth in his eyes engraved into people's hearts, and the white hair on his shoulders glowing with silver light. The whole person is like a person who does not fall out of the mundane world in a troubled world, unknowingly calming down the anxiety in his heart.

It's just that no one knows that this person who looks like a banished fairy is a god of death from another world.

Zhao Xun wanted to find out Zhao Wenhua's whereabouts, so he left in the middle of the night. The rest of the Zhao family saw that the person in power who was in charge of the family was not there, so they naturally didn't want to stay there thankfully.

In the end, only Xiao Liu and Yin Su were left in the hospital.

"It seems that Zhao Xun trusts you very much."

He looked at Xiao Liu and said.

Otherwise, no one would leave by himself in the middle of the night, leaving another person to stay and guard his own brother.

Xiao Liu didn't answer the question directly, but looked at him with a frown and said, "What you said last time is true."

Yin Su looked away and said softly: "I have said too much, which sentence are you referring to?"

Of course they knew that Xiao Liu was referring to the sentence Yin Su left before he left.

Why can't the two meet.

Probably hurt each other.

Xiao Liu still doesn't quite know what the exact injury refers to, but Yin Su himself gave him a very mysterious sense of mystery. This feeling is not a good thing, but it brings him a faint sense of heaviness.

Any unusual discovery sets the stage for future pain.

He didn't want anything irreversible to happen in the future.

"It's late at night, you should rest."

Yin Su looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling of the corridor.

Xiao Liu paused for a moment, a little unresponsive.

"what?"

"You are sleepy, go to sleep."

He turned his head to look at Xiao Liu, his black pupils were like black swirls, Xiao Liu was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly felt sleepy.

Reason told him that something was wrong, but he still couldn't resist the erosion of sleepiness, and fell softly on the bench with his eyelids sinking.

Yin Su stood up, the chandelier above his head flickered on and off, the hospital was quiet late at night, and at the end of the dark corridor was a tightly closed ward.

He gently pushed the ward away, as if opening the door to the road to death.

The ECG monitor inside was fluctuating weakly, and the people on the hospital bed were struggling with the exhaustion of their bodies and the struggle of consciousness.

His brows were wrinkled in pain, and the ventilator on his face was covered with fog in his struggling to breathe.

The gauze-wrapped fingers twitched in convulsions, and the ECG monitor reached its peak in an instant, but soon sank violently like a fleeting firework.

The struggling people gradually calmed down, and the gray breath of death enveloped the people on the hospital bed like a black mist in the ward.

But as the people at the door approached, the cloud of black mist began to spread in fear.

Yin Su looked at Zhao Qian calmly. His steps were steady and gentle, like walking on clouds, like riding fog, like a spirit slowly falling.

Zhao Qian on the bed opened his heavy eyelids. He looked at Yin Su, and wanted to open his mouth to say something. As soon as he moved, a tear fell uncontrollably from the corner of his eyes.

Inosuke smiled softly.

He heard it.

I heard Zhao Qian's concern for him.

"Shh..."

He gently raised a finger to his lips, and covered Zhao Qian's eyes with his other hand.

The skin under his palm was gradually getting colder, making him unable to feel the familiar warmth.

The wet eyelashes scraped against his palm slowly, and slowly, he could feel that the person on the hospital bed was struggling weakly.

Until those eyes finally closed, the ECG monitor made a beeping sound.

Yin Su took off the ventilator on Zhao Qian's face, and put it on the pale lips.

"Next, leave it to me."

Xiao Liu trembled violently. He opened his eyes and found that the morning light had come in from the entrance of the hospital. He squinted slightly, looking at the golden sunlight, he felt a sense of holiness as if he had been reborn. .

Then he thought of something, and when he looked back, he found that Yin Su beside him was sitting upright, with his hands flat on his lap, his delicate and elegant face was calm and unwavering, his eyes were closed, and his black eyelashes cast a shadow.

That pale face seemed to be frozen, and the bright red lips lined up gorgeously and evilly, and the long hair pouring down from the back was glowing with silver-white brilliance, and it was extremely difficult to see a few strands of black hair from inside.

At this moment, Yinsu seems to be a beauty that has been frozen for thousands of years, distant and mysterious, dead and cold.

Little Liu was startled, looking at the motionless Yin Su, he couldn't feel the aura of a living person on Yin Su.

Just as he hesitated to stretch out his hand, there was a burst of eager footsteps in the corridor.

My heart skipped a beat when I mentioned it, and when I looked back, I found that it was the anxious Zhao Xun.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and looked at the person who was striding forward.

After a night of anxiety and busyness, Zhao Xun was no longer strict and upright. At this moment, his brows were tightly frowned, his normally well-groomed black hair was disheveled, and his loose tie all showed Zhao Xai's haggardness and anxiety.

"Zhao Qian..."

"Zhao Wenhua..."

The two spoke at the same time.

Zhao Xun squeezed Xiao Liu's hand.

Xiao Liu sighed heavily.

"Since the person has been found, then..."

"I made an appointment with him and asked him to come to me at night."

Yin Su, who looked like a stone Buddha, spoke suddenly, and Zhao Xun looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

But overnight, he seemed to feel that the temperament of the person in front of him became more calm.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

At the bottom, there are huge waves.

Yin Su said no more and left.

The sunlight outside the corridor shrouded Yinsu, but it made people feel cold for no reason.

Xiao Liu felt more and more strange in his heart.

At this time, the door of the ward was slammed open.

The doctor's ecstatic voice completely awakened the life that hadn't fully awakened in the morning.

"This is simply a medical miracle, the patient is completely fine!"

Xiao Liu put a weight on his hand, he stabilized his slack heart, and propped up the pale-faced and red-eyed Zhao Xun, who was trembling all over.

It was only at this time that Zhao Wenhua really realized that as long as Zhao Sui wanted to, he could be killed no matter whether there was a high-sounding reason or not.

The only chance now is the gambling car with Yinsu at night.

He had only met that beautiful mysterious man face to face twice, and the strange feeling that hit the depths of his heart never dissipated.

When he went to the race track, it was a little surprising that a lot of people came.

In addition to the group of cronies who had been there when Zhao Qian had the accident, there were also offshoots of the Zhao family, including Zhao Xun and Xiao Liu.

Everyone looked at him with complex and changeable eyes, making him feel that these people would be the witnesses of his point of no return.

Only the man with loose white hair looked too calm.

With cold hands and feet, Zhao Wenhua walked slowly towards everyone's eyes.

"Wenhua..."

Second Aunt covered her mouth, tears had blurred the delicate makeup on her face.

But she dared not resist.

Because if Zhao Wenhua didn't come to gamble this game, what greeted him would be Zhao Yi's relentless revenge.

At least for now they thought that Zhao Wenhua had a chance to defeat Yinsu.

"please……"

Yinsu got out of the way.

Zhao Wenhua glanced at his parents and younger sister when he got in the car.

At this moment, he realized how naive he was to Zhao Qian's self-righteous calculations.

In this dying struggle, Zhao Wenhua accelerated sharply from the very beginning, leaving Yin Su far behind.

Yin Su followed the rear of his car unhurriedly, and whenever he was about to overtake him, he just scratched past him and followed closely behind.

This act of playing around added pressure to Zhao Wenhua.

Xiao Liu looked at the situation inside, pushed his glasses, and said to himself, "Can Yinsu drive?"

This sentence was so light that no one heard it.

Because at the moment everyone is focusing on the two cars chasing each other in the field.

Zhao Wenhua gritted his teeth tightly, bloodshot eyes were terribly bloodshot, and he gasped as Yin Su scraped against the rear of his car from time to time.

How could he fail to see that Yin Su was playing with him with ease.

He opened the distance again but was quickly overtaken by Yin Su. Looking at the big curve ahead, Zhao Wenhua, who was patient to the limit, stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The car behind Yinsu really speeded up and followed closely.

Zhao Wenhua sneered, released the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel violently.

In this way, his car will definitely drive out of the field, but he doesn't care, because what he wants is that Yinsu can't control the speed and roll over in the corner.

Just as he thought he was strategizing, the rolling vehicle that was supposed to overtake him suddenly rushed towards him at a desperate speed.

At that moment, Zhao Wenhua saw Yin Su's quiet black eyes.

"Oh!"

Under the tremendous force, the vehicle rolled over a few times after the collision, and finally got stuck on the guardrail.

The smoke cleared, and what remained were two deformed and broken cars.

The people watching took a breath, and then rushed into the arena at a panicked speed.

But at that moment, a faster person staggered over.

Zhao Xun was startled.

"Zhao Qian..."

He hurriedly chased after him, watched the unsteady man fall heavily to the ground, gritted his teeth and got up and continued running.

Xiao Liu informed the medical staff outside to enter the scene quickly.

In the midst of the chaos, a pair of straight legs stepped out from the wreckage of the vehicle, and then a tall man stepped out. He took off his helmet, and his long silver hair fluttered wildly.

At that moment, it seemed that all the voices disappeared. They stared at the intact man in a daze, and the shock in their hearts made their throats lose their voices instantly.

Yin Su looked back at Zhao Wenhua who showed half of his face.

In the bloody mess, Zhao Wenhua's eyes twitched extremely weakly.

One second before the crash, Zhao Wenhua seemed to be able to hear what Yin Su said to him through the helmet.

I will never die.

Yin Su took a step forward and opened his arms to catch the rushing man.

He stood firmly in place, with a great sense of security.

Zhao Qian was speechless, tears streaming down his face in embarrassment.

He knew he was unmanly crying right now, but please allow him to be vulnerable because he was so scared.

A man who has just experienced death almost lost the love of his heart.

Until he saw the still noble and elegant man standing there, his clenched heart didn't completely relax.

The noise of the surrounding medical staff, the anxious shouts and cries of the second uncle's family separated a huge barrier from the calmness of Yin Su, Zhao Xun and others.

Xiao Liu looked at him.

"Will he die..."

Yin Su squeezed Zhao Qian's cold hand and said softly, "I won't kill people..."

Neither can kill.

"it is good……"

Xiao Liu should come down and look sideways at Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun nodded, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his cold eyes.

Next, leave it to them.

Zhao Qian was shaking uncontrollably, and Yin Su sent him back to the hospital.

Even though he was a "medical miracle", his normal body didn't heal so quickly.

However, Yinsu still left a little bit of leeway that night, otherwise this "miracle" might be frightening, and Yinsu did not want to cause too much commotion.

When he leaned over to put Zhao Qian on the bed, Zhao Qian held onto his long hair tightly.

Zhao Qian looked at him with bright red eyes, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

He chuckled lightly.

"Don't imitate your brother's silence, I'm afraid my guess is too accurate and scares you."

Zhao Qian's fingertips began to wrap around his hair, and slowly, Yin Su's head had to lower and lower.

Just when the tips of their noses touched, the ambiguous atmosphere of Japanese love was completely wiped out by Zhao Qian's sudden sniff of his nose.

Looking at Zhao Qian's eyes filled with tears again, Yin Su felt a little helpless and a little funny.

He wiped away the tears gushing from the corners of Zhao Qian's eyes with his fingertips, and whispered in a coaxing tone, "Xiaoba can only make others cry, but he can't cry himself."

Xiaoba boss Zhao Qian sniffed again, raised his chin and kissed Yin Su's lips.

"Distressed..."

His hoarse voice was a little sticky, and Gou Yinsu's heart almost softened.

Until now, Zhao Qian still doesn't know why Yin Su's long hair turns white and what are the consequences of turning white.

He instinctively began to worry and fear.

In fact, he should have thought about the future since the anomaly a long time ago.

Not to mention that Yin Su last night had left a heavy mark on Zhao Qian's heart.

He finally realized that Yinsu was different, different from all ordinary people.

And this kind of uniqueness beyond ordinary people is the price that will be exchanged for harm in the future.

"It's not something you should think about. Get a good night's sleep and we'll go home tomorrow."

He caressed Zhao Qian's hair on the sideburns carefully. Because of the exhaustion of his body and the ups and downs in his heart, Zhao Qian now had a fever, and the skin he touched was hot and hot.

Yinsu's cold body temperature made Zhao Qian feel comfortable. He held Yinsu's hand and pressed it to his face, and his eyes gradually couldn't open.

In the mist, Zhao Qian, whose cheeks were flushed, murmured unconsciously.

"Honey, I'll make your hooves when you get home."

"it is good……"

"is it going to rain tomorrow."

"Won't……"

"Are you going home for Chinese New Year?"

"See where you are..."

"Did you hear me say I love you?"

"heard it……"

"But I didn't hear you say you love me..."

"In my dream, I'll tell you."

"it is good……"

Zhao Qian's breathing calmed down, he shrank down, buried half of his face in the quilt, his eyelashes stopped trembling uncomfortably, but he did not relax his grip on Yin Su's hand.

Sunlight peeked in through the gaps in the curtains, and the winter morning was cool and cold. Zhao Qian opened his eyes and his mind became confused.

Then, he turned his head and saw Yin Su who was sitting next to him, leaning on the back of the chair and taking a light sleep.

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Yesterday, he had a very touching dream. In the dream, he heard many touching words of love.

His hand quietly poked out from under the quilt and grabbed Yin Su's hand. The cold body temperature made him frown, and he couldn't help turning his body sideways to wrap Yin Su's entire hand in his palm.

Yin Su, who was sitting upright, opened his eyes lightly, with a slight smile on his lips.

He asked softly: "Go home..."

Zhao Qian, who had been burning all night, was still pink on his cheeks. He curled up under the quilt and nodded obediently.

"go home……"

Before leaving, Zhao Qian made a special call back to Zhao Xun, telling him not to come to the hospital, he is already half recovered, so don't worry.

Not knowing what Zhao Xun on the other end said, Zhao Qian quietly glanced at Yin Su, then turned his back and whispered something.

Yin Su stood where he was, looking at Zhao Qian's shrinking neck and speaking softly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed into an arc.

"I don't want to go back for now."

"Just got out of the hospital and I want to stay with my baby."

"I know you're worried about me, but I'm fine. Besides, I have my baby here."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely come back during the Chinese New Year."

After talking about it, he hung up the phone, and when Zhao Qian turned around, he saw Yin Su looking at him.

He was standing right behind him, his eyes were soft, and he smiled peacefully, those calm and indifferent black eyes contained the whole of himself.

At that moment, Zhao Qian knew.

He really lived in Yin Su's heart.

Not daring to meet that gentle gaze again, he coughed lightly, and looked away in a panic to hide the sourness welling up from the tip of his nose.

"Let's go..."

Yin Su pretended not to hear anything, opened the door of the ward, and Zhao Qian walked over with his head down.

At the moment when the two approached, Yin Su's cold fingertips fell from the top of Zhao Qian's head to the center of his eyebrows, and tapped lightly.

Zhao Qian froze and suddenly became nervous.

There was a very low sigh in his ear.

"Zhao Qian, Wanfu Ankang, may you be safe."

With a sudden heartbeat, Zhao Qian lowered his head, his eyes flushed with disappointment.

"Wish, to share with you."

The choking voice made Yin Su slightly startled.

He looked at the man in front of him who was quietly wiping his tears with his head down, with a soft expression, and followed behind him unhurriedly.

Zhao Qian, who was walking ahead, stopped suddenly, and Yin Su also stopped.

Zhao Qian started to back away, groping behind with his hands.

Yin Su understood, his eyes bent into crescent moons, and he handed over the hand hanging by his side.

After the cold body temperature touched the warm palm, he took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Qian.

Wu Mingyuan waited outside for a long time. The cold wind made him wrap his clothes tightly. Seeing the two people coming out of the hospital, he stood up straight and opened the car door.

Mouth also began to nag unconsciously.

"Fortunately, I found a way to get rid of the reporter. Otherwise, there will be another big news. You should stop working during this period, take a good rest, and talk about it later, huh? Why are Mr. Zhao's eyes so so? red."

Zhao Qian paused when he leaned into the car, raised his head to look at Wu Mingyuan, and said expressionlessly, "Pink eye disease is contagious."

Wu Mingyuan touched his nose in embarrassment, and secretly slandered in his heart, whether the boss is in a bad mood today.

Yin Su just looked at all this with a smile. He squeezed Zhao Qian's hand and comforted him silently.

Zhao Qian moved his fart, Yue Shu, and approached Yin Su, his eyes were downcast, and he looked extremely obedient.

Wu Mingyuan shook the goose bumps on his body and closed the car window tightly.

A desire to embrace myself suddenly surged in my heart...

It must be because the temperature is too low, he is wearing too little clothes, or why, he feels so cold...

The overly quiet interior of the car made Wu Mingyuan feel uncomfortable all over. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, there was a "certain ceremony" to be held a few years ago. It was jointly organized by a certain platform to select the most popular and promising artists and stars in the near future. You are also invited. I want to ask you It means that if you really don't want to go, it doesn't matter if you turn it down. "