Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Drowsy.

Jiang Xubai felt that he was grasping a life-saving straw. He was swaying on the water and was about to fall. Suddenly someone stretched out a hand to him——

This hand is soft and warm.

Just like mother.

How long have you not felt such warmth?

The young man was half awake, his pale thin lips opened, and he said something lowly.

Fu Yue didn't hear clearly: "?"

She moved a little closer in Jiang Xubai's direction, and asked in a low voice: "What did you say?"

The young man murmured, and called his mother towards Fu Yue.

Fu Yue's face stiffened: "..."

Silently support forehead.

After arriving at the hospital, Fu Yue first paid the medical bills and waited outside the operating room for a while.

The doctor came out soon and confessed Jiang Xubai's situation.

"This child is fine, most of his body is skin trauma, but the wound on his arm is a bit serious and needs a cast."

Fu Yue nodded to indicate that she knew it.

The doctor pointed to the direction of the ward: "He should not be awake now, he has gone to bed, you can go and see him first."

Fu Yue thanked the doctor, then opened the door and went in.

Inside the ward.

The young man was sleeping peacefully and looked like a beautiful picture, except for the scars on his body that destroyed the beauty of the picture. His long eyelashes were like crow feathers, densely spread in front of his eyes, and his skin showed an unhealthy paleness.

Thin and delicate.

It's a far cry from the bad boy with tattoos in Fu Yue's impression that burns his head with a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and fights at every turn.

Fu Yue glanced up and down at the sick beauty, her face slightly strange.

This child looks like a small delicate flower.

Beautiful and soft.

Of course, it is limited to what she looks like when she is sleeping, Fu Yue hasn't forgotten that the child just told her not to be nosy.

Go downstairs and buy some nutritious porridge for Jiang Xubai, plus a lot of delicate side dishes, so as not to get hungry when he wakes up.

After finishing this, Fu Yue picked up his schoolbag and went home.

She is going to see the child again tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Fu Yue took out a post-it note and a pen from his schoolbag and left a sentence for Jiang Xubai.

"Don't run when you wake up, eat something, or beat you.

I will see you tomorrow.

——Yu Zhiweiliu"

That's right, according to the child's thorny temperament, Fu Yue doubted that he would run away when he woke up.

But there will be classes tomorrow, and Fu Yue cannot stay with him in the hospital.

After writing the memo, Fu Yue glanced around, but found no suitable place, and finally stuck it on the boy's chest.

She nodded in satisfaction, picked up her schoolbag and turned away.

Before leaving, she had already paid the hospitalization fee, so she was not afraid that the hospital would drive the child out.

Jiang Xubai woke up at night.

The entrance was the snow-white ceiling above the head, and the smell of disinfectant lingering on the tip of the nose. This was obviously in the hospital. It was commonplace to come to the hospital for a fight before. Jiang Xubai was familiar with this smell.

After turning over and sitting up.

The young man looked down at his plastered arm and moved. It was a little painful, probably because of a bone injury.

Who sent him here?

This question inevitably surfaced in Jiang Xubai's mind.

A white and beautiful face flashed in front of her eyes. The girl was carrying her schoolbag and holding the schoolbag strap in one hand. She stood at the entrance of the alley and calmly said to him, "Your injury needs to be bandaged immediately."

He laughed lightly, but accidentally pulled the corner of his mouth, which made him hiss.