Rebirth is evenly matched

"Qin Yin!"

When the heavy object fell to the ground, Du Ke heard the sound and rushed in.

I saw Qiao Hui half kneeling on the ground, clutching his arms, raised his head and said anxiously: "Adu, go and stop him!"

Du Ke paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, and rushed over from the other section, quickly going to stop people.

"A Yin! Where are you going!"

Like a hurricane, the thin figure rushed past the other part of the small terrace, and Du Ke could barely touch the corner of his clothes before being thrown away by him.

Fortunately, Du Ke was very used to this kind of situation. He hugged the man's back desperately, and immediately called Qiao Hui.

"Hurry up! I can't hold him back..."

Qiao Hui moved quickly, and while Du Ke was dragging the man, he quickly knocked him unconscious.

When Qin Yinruan fell down, his body was as thin as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, pale and thin, withered and weak.

He closed his eyes tightly, his complexion was bleak, even his usual cold outline lost its sharp arc, and faded into silence.

"Take him to bed."

Qiao Hui gritted his teeth and said.

Du Ke picked up the unexpectedly light person and turned to the bedroom.

"His palm is injured, you have to show him later to see if there is any broken glass embedded in it."

Qiao Hui followed in after a while, let out a long breath, and there was a circle of scratches under the rolled up sleeves.

The wounds are messy, and the wounds look like something that suddenly shattered.

"I know, I see it."

With a solemn expression, Du Ke quickly took out the medicine, and skillfully treated the wound on the palm of Qin Yinyan who was sleeping.

In the gap, he turned his head and glanced at Qiao Hui, "How is your arm?"

Qin Yin doesn't often hurt others, his physical impairment makes him hurt himself more often, so this time, Du Ke was also very surprised.

"Small scenes, I can handle them myself."

Qiao Hui checked that there were no remaining debris, then simply applied a little medicine, wrapped it with gauze, pulled down the sleeves, and buttoned them up.

Quick and sharp.

Du Ke gave a "hmm" and frowned to treat Qin Yin's wound.

Compared to Qiao Hui, he was injured a little more seriously, blood came out, and when the glass shards were picked out, the slightly coagulated blood slowly seeped out again.

"Waste a good bottle of wine."

Qiao Hui stood by the bed with his hips crossed, watched Du Ke's movements, and snorted lightly: "I've only had a few sips!"

Du Ke had no choice but to adjust his gold-framed glasses, and said in a slightly angry tone, "It's all like this, do you still have the mood to make sarcastic remarks?"

Qiao Hui gave a "tsk" and shook his head: "Qin Yin has come to a dead end here, I have to go out in these two days."

"Cen Xuan's influence on him is far beyond my imagination, and he can't go on like this."

Du Ke slowly wrapped up the bandage, turned his head, and after thinking for a while, he understood the reason, "Go to the film crew?"

"You are really smart!"

Qiao Hui laughed again.

His eyes were beautiful, one blue and one brown, both exotic and beautiful, but sometimes, looking at them at the same time, they were sparkling and terrifying.

"Qin Yin can't let go of Cen Xuan, and still can't understand that losing doesn't necessarily mean losing, but gaining doesn't necessarily mean gaining either."

Du Ke thought for a while, and said in a firm tone: "It's not that Cen Xuan doesn't have A Yin at all in his heart, but you think, anyone who faces A Yin's control and persecution will probably resist."

Qiao Hui patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly.

"So—"

The tall and handsome man shrugged and said lightly, "This has reached a dead end."